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Kewayne Wadley Jun 2018
When we're high
We dance inside my head.
We dance in a way that we've never danced before.
You and I on a stage of collected thoughts.
Without fear how we move.
Without fear anyone watches.
We move in intrigue.
Without chairs or walls.
We dance among stars and eons of galaxies.
Your eyes trail the milky way.
Things otherwise complex.
Fully understood when we're high.
High off each other.
High off life.
You and I the experience of pulsating neon.
Swirling around and around.
The places we visit with a hop and a skip.
Your thighs a dress covered by stars,
Inside my head.
The place we go without fret.
Worry or fear.
Under the neon lights.
Every time I look at you.
K Balachandran May 2018
securely encrypted,
the Milky Way and beyond;
my billion nureons!
Alegria Mir Apr 2018
G
g a l a x y
her lips are a galaxy
i was not ready to explore
yet tasted with glee
and she, herself, is a galaxy
forget the milky way
for she is my galaxy
her heavenly bodies never fail to astonish me
The Alphabet of You
Artyprose Oct 2017
The scars I tried to bury
are now floating
between my ribs
trying to **** all the blood
that runs through my heart;
that flows to my hands
that she used to hold
and loved.

My visions became narrow
pointing to the future where
I am alone and she’s happy.
Then slowly, there are tears
in my eyes that no muscle
in my system could lift back.

I miss her so bad; so much
I’ll dive to hell and
search in heaven.
I’ll fly to the milky way
to plead and pray
that if she’s not for me
then I am now willing
to give myself to flames.

I miss her so bad
I’ll do anything
to take her back,
I’ll do everything
for her not to leave.
Nashoba Jul 2017
The sun is hot in the open desert. A shadow of hope from the plants that look like they have withered.
Shade we seek the critters scream. Little feet scorching as the sand seems to melt.
Why must I live here. Many folk ask. Would you rather have the ocean to see versus the forever ending rows of Joshua Trees.
My skies are full of glistening stars, when the hot sun sets deep down afar. I have darkness you can never see.  I can see the milky way you see.
I don't need the beach house. I can always hear her waves.  A memory recorded deep in my mind.
The night skies are forever now mine. I fear not the heat of the day. I live my life simple like the old days. I have no wants. My needs are all meet.
As long as I have you with me at night. The stars are our peace in this crazy world.
I love my desert as I love you. Harsh at times. Life gets rough you see. But in the end it is just you and me.
Nashoba copyrighted 2014
Nastar Jun 2017
Are you happy?
Are you happy with me?
Because my thought haunts me
That probably somewhere
There is someone else who could makes you happier than I do
And it terrifies me
I can not promise you today
I can not promise you tomorrow

All I know is...
That when our hearts attached to each other
And our hands holding one another
We could survive the storms together
And anchored in the beautiful islands
Like we always do for thousand of days

Last night I saw you sleeping
Were you dreaming of our dreams?
Discovering our fine days
Looking at the blue sky
Laying on the field of daisies
Because I am dreaming too
On a starry night
Laying on the beach with you
Kissing under the shining milkyway
Francis Apr 2017
We question why is it that life,
Has a beginning, middle and end,
Yet space seems continuous,
Could you please help me comprehend?

A small spec of dust we are,
On a sea of psychedelic abstract,
Our universe is quite mediocre,
Comparing it to its extract.

Everlasting... what,
What is it that we seem to admire,
A lack of carbon energy,
Requiring us to wear glass hoods?

Why oh why is it existent,
Why does it ever be,
I still am boggled by this infinite setting,
Can it possibly be part of me?
Rhyme Scheme is off but whatever
Jenn Coke Jun 2016
As a romantic, out of the blue,
Dear Lover, I simply wanted to say…

The history behind each of my words does not define,
The formation of my sentences does not refine –

The number of poems I write does not demonstrate,
The amount of text I compose does not illustrate –

The extent of my love for you,
Which extends well beyond the Milky Way.
"How much do you love me?" is a common question that is easy and yet difficult to answer. Maybe there is no right answer to it. After all, love is indefinable and unquantifiable.
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