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Rick Snow Jun 2018
It's 2 am
and she's half a world away
probably listening to music
while dancing under her strung up lights -
she doesn't care, and she doesn't want to...
the only thing she cares to do,
is continue being herself
CPT
Rick Snow Feb 2014
from a small town,
I dream of the big city.
I know I'll make it there someday
but for now,
the big city dreams of me
NY
Rick Snow Mar 2014
you;
whose always falling down.
I just watch,
so fascinated by how one can stand up
time and time again after always falling down
how do you do it?
so I stand tall,
it gets a little better
Rick Snow Mar 2018
There's a ghost in the woods
some say a girl who's drawn to the music,
and every now and again I'll follow her
into the deepest parts of the forest,

And I'll watch her as she moves
with all the help from the afterglow,
but maybe this time she'll hear me
and ask to dance through the snow,
J.H.
Rick Snow Feb 2014
steal me a jewel that's worth it
maybe my own heart,
definitely my own heart.

pick the lock from this cage
and bring me my heart.
you seem like a criminal
you look like a criminal.

don't worry about the alarm
because I've fallen in love
with the one whose stolen my heart.

you look like a criminal
please act like a criminal.
prison is the home of the thief
CPT
Rick Snow Jun 2018
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The blonde girl
with the tall black socks,
curled up on the couch -
pen and paper in hand,
with her imagination
running wild
June 2018
Rick Snow Feb 2014
stay;
like the last time you did
please;
like the only word I said
don't;
like the thoughts in my head
go;
like you'd come back here again
Rick Snow Feb 2014
I've been abused,
bitten by the cold,
and left all alone.

but I'm not the only one
Rick Snow Sep 2014
my heightened sense of awareness over looks the calm space between us, only letting what we want to pass through it -
maybe it's a touch, a look, or a word
from me to you,
it's just how it should be,

but your saddened face takes me by surprise when I leave,
only to return again to make sure something's there when you're by yourself, because nothing but stillness should make you feel like that.
there should always be a space between us.

so I tell you this, when we're together - it's just as it should be
Rick Snow Feb 2014
down the block
smoking a cigarette
only made her look good

hailing a cab
stuck in traffic
sitting right next to him

walking to the door
with a hand on her back
asking to come in

stayed up all night
thinking that
****, this is it
Rick Snow Jan 2018
I still think about that girl
every once in a while.
I think about her long black hair,
I think about her cat like smile,
I think about those long,
late nights, when we would just drive around for hours.

I think about a lot of things,

and some days
I can tell that I miss her....

But then I think about all those times when she never felt the same
"and she's trying to sleep it off
with her head on my shoulder"
Rick Snow Apr 2014
I live my life like a one way mirror
with her on the other side.
she can't tell I'm there,
but I catch every little movement
Rick Snow Feb 2014
I felt no innocence
peering through her window that night
but I couldn't help it
she looked so beautiful
half naked in front of the mirror
with only a candle lighting the room

I had to stay quiet
waiting for her to fall asleep that night
but I didn't mind it
so use to my heartbeat racing
half naked lying across her bed
with only a candle lighting the room
Rick Snow Feb 2014
blue shades of light
shining through the blinds
opening my eyes
reaching out for you;
you, who's behind the blinds
waiting for me
who's just in reach
worlds apart but just in the next room
if only you could see
what fills up this room
you couldn't imagine what comes alive
when those blue lights start to shine
just emptiness waiting to be filled
by you, who's just in the next room
waiting for me
so just open up the door
and come on through
Rick Snow Apr 2014
steal,
take what doesn't belong to you
but remember who you stole it for
Rick Snow Jul 2014
another glass of red wine fits right in with her red lips,
both have a sense of desire, lingering
longer and ever so softer,
and if in that moment
I move toward them like the sun to the horizon,
night will begin and I'll lay her back
and taste the red of her lips
with only an inch between us.
Rick Snow Jun 2018
She and I stayed up
all through the night,
smoking and getting high -
while we lived out
our wildest dreams
not wanting to wake up
Rick Snow Jan 2018
It didn't take long for me to fall for her,

It didn't take long at all...

I think it was a mixture between her clean, white sheets
and the way she undressed herself,
the softness in her voice
and how she walked barefoot across the floor,

How strange in love I was
Rick Snow Feb 2014
the music plays slow
with each step across the floor
the taste is electric
as she motions towards the door
but as soon as we're there
she's not sad anymore
from wanting you so bad
like I never have before

the night goes on
as we climb upstairs to her room
notice the look of her skin
as it reflects off the moon
but as soon as we're there
it seems she's up too no good
from the touch of her lips
and the way that she moves
Rick Snow Oct 2014
when winter ends, so will I.
my heart will melt
and my body will become warm.
My eyes will glow with the soft spring sun -
and everything I see will illuminate in front of them.
I'll see things just as they are, and just as they should be.
There won't be any need of desire or loneliness, happiness or sadness.
Everything will be ok -
Everything will be alright.
Rick Snow Feb 2014
pressure;
such a strange thing
isn't it?
how on those cold nights
when you couldn't sleep
and all you wanted was
pressure;
up against you
like the way you remember it
oh yes, such a strange thing
Rick Snow Feb 2014
"how does it feel?"
I asked him...
but there was no answer,
nor would there ever be
Rick Snow Apr 2014
I sat around the fire while they told ghost stories
how silly,
but I was scared.

I floated around the fire while they told human stories
how silly,
they can't possibly be real.
Rick Snow Feb 2014
in the midst of it all,
one question came to mind...

why am I here?

and I heard my answer,

...why not?
Rick Snow Feb 2014
a sunset on the horizon
is the same as a goodbye
both hurt,
but one I can't stand
because the next day
I'll feel the warmth of the sun
not a knock at my door
with you standing there
saying goodbye
Rick Snow Feb 2014
it's been raining ever since I got here

my shoes are soaked

and I'm dreadfully cold,

but I'll wait for you

you, who'll never show up

— The End —