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you are everybody’s first love.
even if they had never
loved
a single person in their life before,
they
loved you.
the love you must
have felt was
a love I have yet
to feel.
because even though
you are light and hope and
good nature has made
its home in
you,
I have yet to bloom.
your heart drums
with rose petals and your
hands move with Mother Nature
herself.
and despite your allure and
my unrecognized beauty,
you
still began to
bring out the best
parts of me and
match them with every
beautiful part of
you
and then
you took the parts of me
with less sunbeams and more
rainclouds
and made a garden.
you
are the feeling i get
when i put on my favorite
pair of ******* with the favorite
matching bra and look in the
mirror like the
badass *****
from hell that
i am and finally have  the
confidence to know
that
i
am beautiful.
not because
you
felt it but because
you
made me feel it too.
and that was a lesson
that i needed to learn
and a lesson that
you
taught me. because
i am only capable
of accepting the love
i think i have earned
so first
i must
look into that mirror
with those ******* and
that beautiful matching bra
and be 100%, unabashedly
me and then
i will be filled to the
brim;
first with the love i have
given to myself and
then with the
flowers
you
have helped me to grow.
you
are the thing
first poems are made of and
the familiar warmth of
first loves and the
softness of that
favorite
pair of red ******* and
matching bra.
you
are the mirror that
reflects the garden that
we have grown.
you
are my first love and
i am my last love
and together we are
every bit of love inside me now.
so here’s to
every late night of consolation
and kind words
to slowly but
surely make me
understand
the importance of mirrors and gardens
and here’s even more
to hard work and
getting to where
i
and we
need to be.  
progress is a beautiful
thing.  and
you,
even more so.
I'd love some feedback about my poem bc this is super new and scary lol, thanks in advance
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
I have finally bottled
The beauty and wonder
Of kissing that champagne smile
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
I have finally captured
The beauty of your champagne skin
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
Those champagne eyes, your smile so bright
I have always wondered where the sun goes at night
Come quickly!
I have bottled the stars!
The sun and stars belong to you-
Your champagnes  skin and champagne smile
Your champagne eyes and your champagne hair-
Come quickly!
I am tasting the stars!
I have bottled all the stars for you
On this very fine champagne night.
A poem about my favorite quote by Dom Perignon “come quickly! I am tasting the stars!” Enjoy
 Mar 2017 Nick Moser
K Bee
My voice
 Mar 2017 Nick Moser
K Bee
My voice
may be heavy with water
but it is strong.
My voice carries.
It carried my head high
loud and proud
when my shoulders weren't strong enough.
It carried ships of men over the edge
of me
because they wouldn't pull over
and ask for directions.
My voice carries on.
 Mar 2017 Nick Moser
Emma Livry
With the constant doom of letting people down, I think it's best to fall short of solely my expectations, and no one else's.
 Feb 2017 Nick Moser
allyson
you knew i was fragile but instead of
wrapping me up in tissue paper and gingerly placing me out of harms way
you doused me in lighter fluid, lit a match, turned your back, and walked away
i dont need you to tell me that my body is a temple
my mind is too, stop acting like im simple
the way you speak down to me as if its just your nature
but i am not your ***** and you are not some savior
i want to shape you into some resemblence of a person
i should be thanked, not treated like a burden
i am a girl with hope and love and motivation
i trust that if theres god you could not be his creation
i dont care about your opinions or your family or your town
because you've never acted like its good that im around

i've decided that i'm better than you and your remarks
i am wonderful and interesting and maybe even smart
so ******* with the way you strut your harsh demeanor
you will never be a human, just a parasitic creature
 Feb 2017 Nick Moser
Emma Livry
You cannot rely
Solely on the beatings of
Hearts for a response.
 Feb 2017 Nick Moser
Emma Livry
In my life I have
Felt pain in my heart until
I met your kind self.
 Feb 2017 Nick Moser
Emma Livry
The coarse betrayal
Harkened an awakening
Of mind and body through
Enlightenment of
Existential crises.
Part 5
 Feb 2017 Nick Moser
Emma Livry
Saturday's pleasant
Glow lightened the harsh shadow
Of Friday's mistakes.
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