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David P Carroll Nov 2016
With your warm smile
You made me smile
With your warm heart
You made me feel loved
With your gentle touch
You have truly touched my heart.
David P Carroll
Touched My Heart
Julika-Skai Jul 2016
I've been so quiet
The days I've been alone and dealing with my peace
Didn't thought the moment that we where present, it would be a day of remembrance
A day that would have changed and unlocked
Some secrecy that I only thought, maybe it could've been possible, or maybe not.

But when you've touched me,
You didn't only touched me,
You had reached my soul
And all the feelings that I had, I couldn't even controle
I couldn't even measure,
I felt out of place but at the same time I felt my own space
The space I felt that was close inside of me. That why I often say to you: "You feel so close to me."

Our space that we had created
By the way we felt, I saw more then I expected
You had gasped my soul
I never thought someone could hold me, in a way that I felt embraced
In peaceful surrounding that you helped create.

*To you my dear, for I am glad,
I can receive and give again.
I just want to be touched
To be held in the arms of someone who will protect me
Someone who cares

I crave to be touched
For someone to see everything inside
How sad I am, everything that is happening
And because of what this kind person saw
They feel compelled to hold such a broken soul
To try and squeeze it's pieces back together

But every time someone gets to close
I flinch and walk away
Denel Kessler Dec 2015
the poet
a scribe
recording
divine whispers

her muse
earthly angels
sent to
translate

her prayer
open me
so I may
receive
Before I learned of killing’s due
                              I used to dream of killing you
                              Late at night I’d study blues
                              Wade the trial and think of you

                              To stand the lie and say good- bye
                              In what it means to you to try
                              But I have finally learned to fly
                              And so to say it’s in you die

                              And so I buy and learn to cry
                              It’s you I see in times gone by
                              Because I know it’s you to try
                              ******* killing you did high

                              And if I die before I file
                              I’ll know it did for me to wile
                              Because I can I want to dial
                              But now is but to say of vial

                              Sometimes when I think of how
                              I dream I’m like the sacred cow
                              The plague of life’s intrinsic row
                              The dream it brings to me of foul
Quite personally  I'm mad
that I'm mad, I wanna be
good so bad.  I wish I
wasn't so touched.
You feel ready to do anything to fix yourself up
Dieting you tried and ******* in makes it worse

After spending hours on your hair and make up
Angling yourself best self consciously in party photos

Then crying at home when going through them
For a decent Instagram picture; nothing's good enough

It doesn't make sense because you tried right?
Yet your cheeks are balloons inflated on your face

A smile constrained, painfully stretched across your face
You've forgotten how to smile properly so became fake

You look at your beautiful friends and selfishly wish for their assets
Then sigh wistfully posting a few reasonable pictures and smile

At the heart lifting comments on your beauty that fails to be seen*
**Yet it touches you that others can somehow manage to see it in you.
Never trust your negative opinions about yourself instead believe in the beauty others see in you.
I fell in love
with
The way you touched me...
...Without using your hands
Thomas EG Sep 2015
"I am so proud of you."
It's been a while since I've heard those words directed towards me.
I am truly touched.
I walk away, with a confident grin stretched across my face.
I'll seeya tomorrow buddy!

The truth is that I am proud of him for even being around to stand there and say those words to me, *as cliché as it sounds.

I am also incredibly grateful that he took the time to share his secret with me.

He is one of my best friends, regardless of everything that's been happening lately.
I know that he will be there for me in the years to come, as I will be there for him.
What's two years of difference with a connection as strong as ours?

He inspires me, he flatters me.
He makes me feel better about myself, in my moments of weakness.
He supports me, he cares about me.
He embraces me, in multiple ways, so I hug him right back...
And, suddenly, I don't feel all that weak.
I love you man x
I will gladly write poems for other friends, when the inspiration comes to me.
raine cooper Jun 2015
i wanted to stay here, in this place only touched by nature.
a place only devastated by the hands of natural things.
far away from anything with a heartbeat or a voice.
but reality tangles its hands in your hair and finds a way to drag you back.
it always, drags you back.
©rainecooper
Christian Bixler May 2015
I am young. My mind some say, is old,
and I feel the need to stop the striving,
the searching, the trying to sculpt and
craft words into something high and
wonderful. Simple, I think, is best, now,
when all my pride has been laid low, and my
Soul has been touched by the simple words of
Love and Life, spoken and written, words to
touch the heart.
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