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 Mar 2014 Daniel Samuelson
L
10w
 Mar 2014 Daniel Samuelson
L
10w
You look like a poem that I would read forever.
I look at you
Into those
Blue green
Eyes

I feel it

The feeling

The indescribable
Heart racing
Heart stoping
Feeling

You smile and
It spreads across
My lips like a
Sweet disease

There's no doubt
my love for you is real
But my best friend
Are you a risk
I'm willing to take?

Giving away my
Heart so freely
Will it break?
On your poems I linger.

Long after they’re gone

Leave their mark
On my work

Residues of their thread
Buzz in my head

Deep they sink
To color my ink

Your thought
In me wrought

The way you bleed
The way you seed
The way you need

They get into me
Beget more poetry

Your pursuit of joy
Of pain
Of sorrow

I borrow

Fated to be forever indebted

I steal your tune
Like a roadside singer.

On your poems I linger.
do you like the way
your emptiness feels

fingertips
tracing
fragile glass jars
empty
on the windowsill

your eyes look at me
from them
empty
like the echo
of what you thought
empty like my heart

the question
hangs between us
and i nod my head
yes
before i can shake it
no
Only in my moondreams
Can I truly be with you
When the diamond sky is shining bright
Our love seems oh so true

As the golden glow from the sun is thrown
Across the galaxy
I will dream of you in its sky of blue
Holding tight the memories

Our loves beauty is only rivaled
By far off constellations
The cosmos create illusions
Fueling the dreams with infatuation

I will take a trip to the farthest tip
And bring you home with me
By a light so true I'll soon be with you
Inside of my moondreams
A collaboration with Wito
"how strange it is to be anything
at all"

sometimes i look
at my skin
and wonder why we have
branches growing out of lined palms,
and wonder why
our eyeballs look like galaxies
compacted

and i realize that there is no answer
but to stop thinking about it
and just
live
for ***** sake.
These ten
word poems
seem
all the rage
these
days
 Mar 2014 Daniel Samuelson
Xyns
Thank you for breaking me
And making me
A better me

Thank you for hurting me
And making me
A stronger me

Thank you for shooting me
And making me
Bulletproof

Thank you for burning me
And making me
Fireproof
This is an older poem. Things have changed since then. But this poem is highly relative to a lot of people and I liked it well enough so I posted it.
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