#iwant - Hello Poetry

#iwant

I remember when I felt real I remember when I felt I could do no wrong And then I never did Now I feel like a shell A shell of nothing I can’t do anything right I can’t do anything worth applause All I have left is my feet on the grass I want to live in the times of “My Mindset is Beautiful” I want no doubt I love to speak my mind when people take interest in my speech They tell their family about me With the words of “She’s so peaceful,” I want to feel that way in myself I want the unreal feeling of applause and miracle I want to be the He of life. I want to be a shell of love and peace I want to be earless to the negatives of my shell I want to feel whimsical I want to feel of the times where the shell is peaceful That’s where I want to live and die -Kat.J.K

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC

I Want to Remember

I remember when I felt real I remember when I felt I could do no wrong And then I never did Now I feel like a shell A shell of nothing I can’t do anything right I can’t do anything worth applause All I have left is my feet on the grass I want to live in the times of “My Mindset is Beautiful” I want no doubt I love to speak my mind when people take interest in my speech They tell their family about me With the words of “She’s so peaceful,” I want to feel that way in myself I want the unreal feeling of applause and miracle I want to be the He of life. I want to be a shell of love and peace I want to be earless to the negatives of my shell I want to feel whimsical I want to feel of the times where the shell is peaceful That’s where I want to live and die -Kat.J.K

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I love my job(s), But today, I want to skip Work. I want to lay, lathered in the bath with bubbles For hours. I want to find a new favourite Cafe and try a new flavour. I want to pick up my paintbrushes and swash down scant dashes Of paint, ink, and textures On a canvas. I want to write Poetry while drinking Plonk. I want to play dress-ups That's yet to come. Today.

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May 15, 2025

May 15, 2025 at 5:45 PM UTC

I love my job(s), But today, I want to skip Work. I want to lay, lathered in the bath with bubbles For hours. I want to find a new favourite Cafe and try a new flavour. I want to pick up my paintbrushes and swash down scant dashes Of paint, ink, and textures On a canvas. I want to write Poetry while drinking Plonk. I want to play dress-ups That's yet to come. Today.

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All I want is you to be mine. Even if it takes years or infinity combined.

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Nov 19, 2020

Nov 19, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC

All I want is you to be mine. Even if it takes years or infinity combined.

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I walked outside, Closed the door behind me, And signaled to clear out. The fireplace inside, Casting shadows through the window, The shadow of my soldier holding two civilians at gunpoint Them Sitting apathetically playing cards, Him Mourning the loss of his two older brothers. As we walked, I wanted to stop, I wanted each stomp I wanted to loose my eyes from my head I wanted to telescope my eyes back I wanted to reach into my sockets I wanted to feel smooth bone I wanted to crawl blind of body I wanted to be cast into the envied innocence I wanted to sit in town, I wanted to be festering in the pit I wanted to be splayed apart I wanted to have my tracts tangled between two others I wanted to embrace any warmth as my own dissipated I wanted to run far from the front I wanted to run until I died I wanted to run because I wanted to beat the ground for allowing us to happen I wanted to never **** again I wanted to crush a calf’s head in my fists I wanted to throw myself into a furnace I wanted to swallow burning tar I wanted to scream my name loud enough I wanted to burst eardrums I wanted to etch my name into every piece of skin I wanted to grind my teeth into dust I wanted to crack my canines I wanted to rip out the roots I wanted to ****** every person responsible I wanted to puppet their decapitations I wanted to apologize I wanted to drink their blood I wanted to jail them within me I wanted to tear apart their chest I wanted to hollow them out from inside I wanted to wear them as a suit I wanted to undo all of their dones I wanted to steal back my eyes from their stomach I wanted to form them in the crucible of my throat I wanted to throw them up I wanted to finally be able to use them again I wanted to be able to weep I wanted to be able to see I wanted to lie dead I wanted to feel the worms under my skin I wanted to hear the ants walk into my nostrils, out my ears I wanted to be carrion for the wolves I wanted to loose my heart I wanted to lose my voice I wanted to be completely forgotten I wanted to be erased from my history I wanted to wake up the next morning and work I wanted to feel the sun bake my back I wanted to subjugate the plants under me I wanted to get on my hands and knees I wanted to untangle the roots of trees I wanted to push my hands into the earth I wanted to pull out my child I wanted to watch her tear apart everything I have built I wanted to feel her scorn upon every word I’ve written I wanted to capture her soul I wanted to steal it for myself I wanted to give her my name I wanted to give her my possessions I wanted to leave her with my world I wanted to see her already building her own I wanted to tie myself into a box I wanted to have her dump cement upon me I wanted to be the first block in her foundation I wanted to be uniform with the rest I wanted to be forgotten I wanted to sit on top of a mountain I wanted to breathe in the clouds I wanted to breathe out the dew I wanted to get drunk upon the rain I wanted to dance with the moon I wanted to streak with the meteors I wanted to connect constellations I wanted to name my scars constellations I wanted to have streams upon me I wanted to hold anything nurturing within me I wanted to feel the thrall of the stars I wanted to jump I wanted to beat gravity I wanted to spring into the air I wanted to feel crystals on my lashes as I flew I wanted to ****** I wanted to trust enough to fall I wanted to fall into someone completely I wanted to embody unconditionally I wanted to be embodied I wanted to grip upon flesh for life I wanted to feel at risk I wanted to feel at peace I wanted to close myself off I wanted to be in one moment I wanted to die in that moment I wanted to be slick with sweat I wanted to harmonize my moans with another I wanted to cleanse my body as I wash another I wanted to lend my brain to another I wanted to be told they would like to use it again I wanted to attach my lips to someone’s ear I wanted to have them attach them there again later I wanted to look at someone as I’ve finally only just awoken I wanted to hoard smells from my senile brain I wanted to feel someone languish in my arms I wanted to be held with two hands I wanted to be crushed by them I wanted to be only remembered in solemn reflections I wanted to be brought up in uncanny appearances I wanted to end comfortable conversations I wanted to watch others suffer without me I wanted to carefully extract my heart from my chest I wanted to watch it beat I wanted to sink my head down to its level I wanted to touch my eye to its side I wanted to hold my heart in my mouth I wanted to feel my blood in my ears I wanted to feel the throbs upon my tongue I wanted to bite into the meat I wanted to break everything it cares about I wanted to tarnish every sensation of being I wanted to hold my skull in my hands I wanted to compress until it cracked I wanted to lift shards of bone I wanted to pluck out my brain I wanted to dig my nails into the mucus fat I wanted to reveal the coward I wanted to mash every inkling I’d ever considered I wanted to plug it into the radio I wanted to blast my thoughts into every home I wanted to control your every action I wanted to tell them how I masturbated I wanted to tell them who’ve I lied to I wanted to tell them who’ve I protected I wanted to scream myself into audio I wanted to lose my form into your ears I wanted to sail on frequencies above melodies I wanted to drop into bass notes I wanted to escape I wanted to get far enough I wanted to be close enough, I wanted to be able to tell the difference Between a flickering fire And two muzzle flashes.

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Apr 10, 2020

Apr 10, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC

john-paul-richard

I walked outside, Closed the door behind me, And signaled to clear out. The fireplace inside, Casting shadows through the window, The shadow of my soldier holding two civilians at gunpoint Them Sitting apathetically playing cards, Him Mourning the loss of his two older brothers. As we walked, I wanted to stop, I wanted each stomp I wanted to loose my eyes from my head I wanted to telescope my eyes back I wanted to reach into my sockets I wanted to feel smooth bone I wanted to crawl blind of body I wanted to be cast into the envied innocence I wanted to sit in town, I wanted to be festering in the pit I wanted to be splayed apart I wanted to have my tracts tangled between two others I wanted to embrace any warmth as my own dissipated I wanted to run far from the front I wanted to run until I died I wanted to run because I wanted to beat the ground for allowing us to happen I wanted to never **** again I wanted to crush a calf’s head in my fists I wanted to throw myself into a furnace I wanted to swallow burning tar I wanted to scream my name loud enough I wanted to burst eardrums I wanted to etch my name into every piece of skin I wanted to grind my teeth into dust I wanted to crack my canines I wanted to rip out the roots I wanted to ****** every person responsible I wanted to puppet their decapitations I wanted to apologize I wanted to drink their blood I wanted to jail them within me I wanted to tear apart their chest I wanted to hollow them out from inside I wanted to wear them as a suit I wanted to undo all of their dones I wanted to steal back my eyes from their stomach I wanted to form them in the crucible of my throat I wanted to throw them up I wanted to finally be able to use them again I wanted to be able to weep I wanted to be able to see I wanted to lie dead I wanted to feel the worms under my skin I wanted to hear the ants walk into my nostrils, out my ears I wanted to be carrion for the wolves I wanted to loose my heart I wanted to lose my voice I wanted to be completely forgotten I wanted to be erased from my history I wanted to wake up the next morning and work I wanted to feel the sun bake my back I wanted to subjugate the plants under me I wanted to get on my hands and knees I wanted to untangle the roots of trees I wanted to push my hands into the earth I wanted to pull out my child I wanted to watch her tear apart everything I have built I wanted to feel her scorn upon every word I’ve written I wanted to capture her soul I wanted to steal it for myself I wanted to give her my name I wanted to give her my possessions I wanted to leave her with my world I wanted to see her already building her own I wanted to tie myself into a box I wanted to have her dump cement upon me I wanted to be the first block in her foundation I wanted to be uniform with the rest I wanted to be forgotten I wanted to sit on top of a mountain I wanted to breathe in the clouds I wanted to breathe out the dew I wanted to get drunk upon the rain I wanted to dance with the moon I wanted to streak with the meteors I wanted to connect constellations I wanted to name my scars constellations I wanted to have streams upon me I wanted to hold anything nurturing within me I wanted to feel the thrall of the stars I wanted to jump I wanted to beat gravity I wanted to spring into the air I wanted to feel crystals on my lashes as I flew I wanted to ****** I wanted to trust enough to fall I wanted to fall into someone completely I wanted to embody unconditionally I wanted to be embodied I wanted to grip upon flesh for life I wanted to feel at risk I wanted to feel at peace I wanted to close myself off I wanted to be in one moment I wanted to die in that moment I wanted to be slick with sweat I wanted to harmonize my moans with another I wanted to cleanse my body as I wash another I wanted to lend my brain to another I wanted to be told they would like to use it again I wanted to attach my lips to someone’s ear I wanted to have them attach them there again later I wanted to look at someone as I’ve finally only just awoken I wanted to hoard smells from my senile brain I wanted to feel someone languish in my arms I wanted to be held with two hands I wanted to be crushed by them I wanted to be only remembered in solemn reflections I wanted to be brought up in uncanny appearances I wanted to end comfortable conversations I wanted to watch others suffer without me I wanted to carefully extract my heart from my chest I wanted to watch it beat I wanted to sink my head down to its level I wanted to touch my eye to its side I wanted to hold my heart in my mouth I wanted to feel my blood in my ears I wanted to feel the throbs upon my tongue I wanted to bite into the meat I wanted to break everything it cares about I wanted to tarnish every sensation of being I wanted to hold my skull in my hands I wanted to compress until it cracked I wanted to lift shards of bone I wanted to pluck out my brain I wanted to dig my nails into the mucus fat I wanted to reveal the coward I wanted to mash every inkling I’d ever considered I wanted to plug it into the radio I wanted to blast my thoughts into every home I wanted to control your every action I wanted to tell them how I masturbated I wanted to tell them who’ve I lied to I wanted to tell them who’ve I protected I wanted to scream myself into audio I wanted to lose my form into your ears I wanted to sail on frequencies above melodies I wanted to drop into bass notes I wanted to escape I wanted to get far enough I wanted to be close enough, I wanted to be able to tell the difference Between a flickering fire And two muzzle flashes.

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What do I want? There’s so much to want how do I choose? No deep down what does your heart long for? Well there is one thing I do want I want to lift my arms up and feel the wind on my face I want to dance barefoot on the cold grass And sing like it’s my last day on this Earth I want to have all the weight suddenly lifted off my exhausted shoulders I want to go to sleep and not have ever worry come to mind, clogging my head shut I want to close my eyes for just once second and feel at peace I want to wrap a silk blanket around my body and take away all the aching it has I want a veil of pure joy to cover my whole body I want to look in the mirror and be able to see someone worth living I want to be a child again

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Jan 23, 2019

Jan 23, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC

Deepest Desires

What do I want? There’s so much to want how do I choose? No deep down what does your heart long for? Well there is one thing I do want I want to lift my arms up and feel the wind on my face I want to dance barefoot on the cold grass And sing like it’s my last day on this Earth I want to have all the weight suddenly lifted off my exhausted shoulders I want to go to sleep and not have ever worry come to mind, clogging my head shut I want to close my eyes for just once second and feel at peace I want to wrap a silk blanket around my body and take away all the aching it has I want a veil of pure joy to cover my whole body I want to look in the mirror and be able to see someone worth living I want to be a child again

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I want to write. I want to create. But I rarely feel like I can. I want my words to mean something. I want them to be heard to the volume I expressed them at. I want them to explode minds. I want them to carry emotions. I want what I create to be beautiful in a personal interpretational way. I want them to educate. I want less to be more. I want them to make people feel. ... Isn't selfish of I to hold back myself because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't selfish of I to hold back one's voice because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't unfair to my soul to tell it no because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't cruel of I to bury my desires because I may not get what I want? ... Is it not foolish of I to be thinking: I want, I want, I want... when God has given me: You can, you can, you can.

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Jun 27, 2018

Jun 27, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC

I want to write. I want to create. But I rarely feel like I can. I want my words to mean something. I want them to be heard to the volume I expressed them at. I want them to explode minds. I want them to carry emotions. I want what I create to be beautiful in a personal interpretational way. I want them to educate. I want less to be more. I want them to make people feel. ... Isn't selfish of I to hold back myself because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't selfish of I to hold back one's voice because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't unfair to my soul to tell it no because I may not get what I want? ... Isn't cruel of I to bury my desires because I may not get what I want? ... Is it not foolish of I to be thinking: I want, I want, I want... when God has given me: You can, you can, you can.

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I am afraid of letting go And losing control I am afraid of being happy Of waking up wanting to start the day Of accepting myself for who I am Of losing the motivation for my art because I’m no longer so sad and alone Of losing the bubble I created for writing since I have no one to turn to no one to talk to no one to belong to I am afraid of being I am afraid of the potential I possess I don’t mean to sound arrogant or proud Because I’m not I am just me Mikayla I walk around the halls sheltered and afraid Afraid of the people I see around me Every one of these individuals has a hidden talent, A secret, A love, A vice, And what do I have? Just me. Mikayla DeAnn. If I am not walking with a false bravado Shining plastered smiles to hide my fear I am invisible I am shoved Pushed Tossed Turned Unrecognizable Mikayla DeAnn Kay I am afraid of letting go If I let go, I am letting go of the control I possess, My only vice I am letting go of the years of “you’re not good enough” The years of “you’re not pretty enough” The years of “you’re not skinny enough” The years of “you’re not worthy” The years of “you do not belong” Mikayla DeAnn I want to shine I want to smile I want to make others happy without losing pieces of myself I want to be confident in what I like What I wear What I desire I want to feel whole I want to be seen I want to become… no I am Mikayla

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Mar 2, 2018

Mar 2, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC

I am afraid of letting go And losing control I am afraid of being happy Of waking up wanting to start the day Of accepting myself for who I am Of losing the motivation for my art because I’m no longer so sad and alone Of losing the bubble I created for writing since I have no one to turn to no one to talk to no one to belong to I am afraid of being I am afraid of the potential I possess I don’t mean to sound arrogant or proud Because I’m not I am just me Mikayla I walk around the halls sheltered and afraid Afraid of the people I see around me Every one of these individuals has a hidden talent, A secret, A love, A vice, And what do I have? Just me. Mikayla DeAnn. If I am not walking with a false bravado Shining plastered smiles to hide my fear I am invisible I am shoved Pushed Tossed Turned Unrecognizable Mikayla DeAnn Kay I am afraid of letting go If I let go, I am letting go of the control I possess, My only vice I am letting go of the years of “you’re not good enough” The years of “you’re not pretty enough” The years of “you’re not skinny enough” The years of “you’re not worthy” The years of “you do not belong” Mikayla DeAnn I want to shine I want to smile I want to make others happy without losing pieces of myself I want to be confident in what I like What I wear What I desire I want to feel whole I want to be seen I want to become… no I am Mikayla

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Hello? Can you see me? I'm right here next to you, watching t.v OH, i'm sorry i forgot. Forgot that I'm nothing to you anymore. A white mist flowing above you wanting to jump inside you and yell LOVE ME! That is all i've ever wanted was for you to love me. But you love her now. And we will never be. Goodbye.

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Nov 20, 2015

Nov 20, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC

Hello? Can you see me? I'm right here next to you, watching t.v OH, i'm sorry i forgot. Forgot that I'm nothing to you anymore. A white mist flowing above you wanting to jump inside you and yell LOVE ME! That is all i've ever wanted was for you to love me. But you love her now. And we will never be. Goodbye.

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I want a girl, who's as gentle as feathers in the wind, feathers that fall like shooting stars from birds trying to make it back home from there winter's trip, I want a girl, who's mind speaks as freely as the sea, so as the sea roars waves that cascade over her, as she tries to speak her mind, I will still listen and hear her every single ******* time, because this girl, Has a voice like a ******* angel, and her voice cries out to create heaven in hells, This Angel, she makes the best with what she has been handed, like god has always planned for a man to do, but a man couldn't, so its now up to her to use his tools and be more than any man, she must be Women, Women, she is a warrior in the constellations of light, guiding us from childhood in our hopes that if we wish hard enough, on the shiniest of stars that make up the sky, our dreams could come true, But I want a woman who knows, dreams won't come true, like children wishing on stars, for daddy to come back home, but daddy's away fighting a war that no one knows who started, and no ones going to win, but the only loser is the children who don't win there mommys and daddys back home safely, and I want a girl who knows, the world isn't always safe, that it wasn't made for you by a man above, you work with what you're handed in each open hand, don't walk in with closed ones expecting the world to shine, you have to put in the work to get there and it's hard work too, but sometimes it feels like nothing, some days it's as easy as a smile, but I want a girl, who's not afraid to say she's not happy, I want her to feel free to scream **** You out the window on the highway, with her head sticking out like a dogs because the wind has made her hair flop all over, and I want her to not care about her hair, I want her to be able to cry and mess up her make up, I want her to be able to be upset, because no one is always happy, no one is always fine, I want her, to look at herself and be able to read inbetween the lines, know that when she hears I'm fine from her mouth, to second guess herself, because if you don't think twice, you will rarely think once, And I want her to know, She, is more the the world beautiful, can describe, and I only want to love her,

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC

I want a girl, who's as gentle as feathers in the wind, feathers that fall like shooting stars from birds trying to make it back home from there winter's trip, I want a girl, who's mind speaks as freely as the sea, so as the sea roars waves that cascade over her, as she tries to speak her mind, I will still listen and hear her every single ******* time, because this girl, Has a voice like a ******* angel, and her voice cries out to create heaven in hells, This Angel, she makes the best with what she has been handed, like god has always planned for a man to do, but a man couldn't, so its now up to her to use his tools and be more than any man, she must be Women, Women, she is a warrior in the constellations of light, guiding us from childhood in our hopes that if we wish hard enough, on the shiniest of stars that make up the sky, our dreams could come true, But I want a woman who knows, dreams won't come true, like children wishing on stars, for daddy to come back home, but daddy's away fighting a war that no one knows who started, and no ones going to win, but the only loser is the children who don't win there mommys and daddys back home safely, and I want a girl who knows, the world isn't always safe, that it wasn't made for you by a man above, you work with what you're handed in each open hand, don't walk in with closed ones expecting the world to shine, you have to put in the work to get there and it's hard work too, but sometimes it feels like nothing, some days it's as easy as a smile, but I want a girl, who's not afraid to say she's not happy, I want her to feel free to scream **** You out the window on the highway, with her head sticking out like a dogs because the wind has made her hair flop all over, and I want her to not care about her hair, I want her to be able to cry and mess up her make up, I want her to be able to be upset, because no one is always happy, no one is always fine, I want her, to look at herself and be able to read inbetween the lines, know that when she hears I'm fine from her mouth, to second guess herself, because if you don't think twice, you will rarely think once, And I want her to know, She, is more the the world beautiful, can describe, and I only want to love her,

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I want to lay so close to you that the air I'm breathing in is the heat radiating off your skin

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC

samantha-ellis-1

I want to lay so close to you that the air I'm breathing in is the heat radiating off your skin

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I want to chop off chunks of my hair with a blunt steak knife bit by bit until my scalp is pink and my knuckles glow pale and distinct like planks of bleached driftwood. I want to spread paint across my back into a picture of the beach and lay on it so that maybe the scratch of the sand will itch through my t-shirt and then I can charge horseshoe ***** to build townhouses on my empty lots. I want to eat at a table weighed down with plates bursting with steaming pasta and bowls of stark white rice stuff that will make me sick with happiness and shining like Buddha, because food is nothing more than refined sunlight.

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC

cassandra-jarvie

Tea, Incense, and Other Things That Smell Nice

I want to chop off chunks of my hair with a blunt steak knife bit by bit until my scalp is pink and my knuckles glow pale and distinct like planks of bleached driftwood. I want to spread paint across my back into a picture of the beach and lay on it so that maybe the scratch of the sand will itch through my t-shirt and then I can charge horseshoe ***** to build townhouses on my empty lots. I want to eat at a table weighed down with plates bursting with steaming pasta and bowls of stark white rice stuff that will make me sick with happiness and shining like Buddha, because food is nothing more than refined sunlight.

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They wondered why I don’t want romance I don’t want any man I act like it’s nothing special I push that thought away from my mind and my soul coz they don’t get my kind of romance I want a friend, a brother a man who can be my warrior a platonic relationship, that’s what I desire for

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Jan 14, 2015

Jan 14, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC

They wondered why I don’t want romance I don’t want any man I act like it’s nothing special I push that thought away from my mind and my soul coz they don’t get my kind of romance I want a friend, a brother a man who can be my warrior a platonic relationship, that’s what I desire for

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I want him. I want his beautiful blue eyes, blazing with desire and love his soft, full lips, tracing my entire body and taking my own lips as prisoners of war kissing me, kissing him with everything we've got, everything we've kept in, pouring out in this kiss I want to trace his face with my fingertips, from his short blonde hair gripped in my tiny hands to his smooth cheeks and his strong jawline and cup his face in my hands planting lovemarks on his muscular neck in a shape of a circle; our never ending sign of love I want to whisper sweet nothings and love poems into the curves of his shoulder; the place where his shoulder and neck meets and that little soft spot, near his collarbone I want to outline his chest with words of forever with my hands sketching an imaginary pattern of hope, want and passion taking his callused hands in my soft, velvety one embedding little butterfly kisses in his palms, just little shadows of them, quick and gentle, lightly brushing my lips against his lovely hands I want his entire self, giving up all of me to him and him, all to me hushed words of sweet pleasure escaping from our mouths like little wisps of smoke, trailing over our bodies that move in perfect harmony I want his everything, I want nights spent under the Michigan stars, cuddling against each other talking about all the randomness in the universe I want to fall asleep to his steady heartbeat with blankets as our only armour after giving myself to him, a gift of true love to which I will never regret I want forever and eternity with him, growing up and getting married having little blonde kids, watching them run around the house and us laughing at all their silliness and growing old with him, looking at him each and everyday with the ever present butterflies in my stomach doing somersaults and flips off the high dive every time I see him, even after 50 years together I want to hold him on his death bed, or he holding me when my time comes I want us to have our small eternity just like Hazel and Augustus and our almost happy ever after because even though nothing is perfect, our ending will be the closest to perfection as possible I want him forever and always, just him, only him, from now to eternity.

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Nov 14, 2014

Nov 14, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC

I want him. I want his beautiful blue eyes, blazing with desire and love his soft, full lips, tracing my entire body and taking my own lips as prisoners of war kissing me, kissing him with everything we've got, everything we've kept in, pouring out in this kiss I want to trace his face with my fingertips, from his short blonde hair gripped in my tiny hands to his smooth cheeks and his strong jawline and cup his face in my hands planting lovemarks on his muscular neck in a shape of a circle; our never ending sign of love I want to whisper sweet nothings and love poems into the curves of his shoulder; the place where his shoulder and neck meets and that little soft spot, near his collarbone I want to outline his chest with words of forever with my hands sketching an imaginary pattern of hope, want and passion taking his callused hands in my soft, velvety one embedding little butterfly kisses in his palms, just little shadows of them, quick and gentle, lightly brushing my lips against his lovely hands I want his entire self, giving up all of me to him and him, all to me hushed words of sweet pleasure escaping from our mouths like little wisps of smoke, trailing over our bodies that move in perfect harmony I want his everything, I want nights spent under the Michigan stars, cuddling against each other talking about all the randomness in the universe I want to fall asleep to his steady heartbeat with blankets as our only armour after giving myself to him, a gift of true love to which I will never regret I want forever and eternity with him, growing up and getting married having little blonde kids, watching them run around the house and us laughing at all their silliness and growing old with him, looking at him each and everyday with the ever present butterflies in my stomach doing somersaults and flips off the high dive every time I see him, even after 50 years together I want to hold him on his death bed, or he holding me when my time comes I want us to have our small eternity just like Hazel and Augustus and our almost happy ever after because even though nothing is perfect, our ending will be the closest to perfection as possible I want him forever and always, just him, only him, from now to eternity.

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I want to be the me that I wanted to be when I was a kid who dreamed of being the me that I’ll be when I turn 70 I want to be a race car, a ******* rush; I want to be a daredevil on both I want to be a tight-rope circus act, and tread daily on loose strings with firm feet and handstands I want to be a shaman with normal senses, instead of a normal person with shamanistic pretenses I want to look what I saw, I want to listen what I heard, I want to speak what I said with absolute, immaculate, immovable conviction I want to be like Jim Morrison, and sail to the moon on a crystal ship I want to be 25% pessimistic, 25% optimistic, 50% opportunistic surrealist I want to be an Anti-Christ neutral anarchist, and go on a nihilistic bowling spree I want to be like Jeff Lebowski I want to be an unintentionally over-achieving burnout who’s proud of his very human frailties I want to be my own version of Salvador Dali’s first drafts, Allen Ginsberg’s papers and Jack Kerouac’s path I want to write serenades about melted ice-cream, burnt sausages…and similar tragedies I want to be a comedic prophet with bad timing; I want to laugh at a funeral-my own funeral I want to be a suicide note; an obituary that says, **** Condolences! I’m dead. Now, just let me be’ And although, I’m not half the things I said I wanted to be, I’m an ancient nutshell with reinforced-concrete casing and recent cracks that show the me that I am right now, I’m an educated, at most times mostly illiterate kind of bloke I’m a six feet tall hormonal speck of snowflake on snow I’m a growing ukulele, dreaming of bursting out an improvised, deafening, soul scathing Electric guitar solo, on an amp that goes up to 11! I’m a short-tempered, soft-spoken, heavy-breathing embodiment of all I’ve wanted to be and the things I’ll never be But right now, I am the me, that I want to be And all the other ‘me’s would be proud if they could see me.

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC

JunkheadRooster

I Want (OVER 9000 THINGS!)

I want to be the me that I wanted to be when I was a kid who dreamed of being the me that I’ll be when I turn 70 I want to be a race car, a ******* rush; I want to be a daredevil on both I want to be a tight-rope circus act, and tread daily on loose strings with firm feet and handstands I want to be a shaman with normal senses, instead of a normal person with shamanistic pretenses I want to look what I saw, I want to listen what I heard, I want to speak what I said with absolute, immaculate, immovable conviction I want to be like Jim Morrison, and sail to the moon on a crystal ship I want to be 25% pessimistic, 25% optimistic, 50% opportunistic surrealist I want to be an Anti-Christ neutral anarchist, and go on a nihilistic bowling spree I want to be like Jeff Lebowski I want to be an unintentionally over-achieving burnout who’s proud of his very human frailties I want to be my own version of Salvador Dali’s first drafts, Allen Ginsberg’s papers and Jack Kerouac’s path I want to write serenades about melted ice-cream, burnt sausages…and similar tragedies I want to be a comedic prophet with bad timing; I want to laugh at a funeral-my own funeral I want to be a suicide note; an obituary that says, **** Condolences! I’m dead. Now, just let me be’ And although, I’m not half the things I said I wanted to be, I’m an ancient nutshell with reinforced-concrete casing and recent cracks that show the me that I am right now, I’m an educated, at most times mostly illiterate kind of bloke I’m a six feet tall hormonal speck of snowflake on snow I’m a growing ukulele, dreaming of bursting out an improvised, deafening, soul scathing Electric guitar solo, on an amp that goes up to 11! I’m a short-tempered, soft-spoken, heavy-breathing embodiment of all I’ve wanted to be and the things I’ll never be But right now, I am the me, that I want to be And all the other ‘me’s would be proud if they could see me.

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I want to scream I want to melt I want to ***** I want to breathe I want to survive I want to sleep I want to dream I want to be more than I have been the past few days I want to eat right and sleep right and exercise I want to start being able to think enough to write things that rhyme I want to stop saying "I want" all the time I'm sad.

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC

ashley-somebody

What In The World

I want to scream I want to melt I want to ***** I want to breathe I want to survive I want to sleep I want to dream I want to be more than I have been the past few days I want to eat right and sleep right and exercise I want to start being able to think enough to write things that rhyme I want to stop saying "I want" all the time I'm sad.

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You don’t know, do you? That, in a crowded place, my eyes will always search for you one thousand miles away in a different country somewhere you couldn’t possibly be I’ll look for you and I’ll see you there in every pair of brown eyes in every head of short, dark hair in every walk that is just a bit too confident you’ll come to my mind your name will sound in my ears and every memory of you will play like an old film before my eyes a bit faded jumping over some parts but holding the greatest stories it will hurt when logic finds its way through like the heat of the projector lamp the movie will burn away leaving nothing but an understanding that this is not real -h.n.g

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Apr 20, 2014

Apr 20, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC

You don’t know, do you? That, in a crowded place, my eyes will always search for you one thousand miles away in a different country somewhere you couldn’t possibly be I’ll look for you and I’ll see you there in every pair of brown eyes in every head of short, dark hair in every walk that is just a bit too confident you’ll come to my mind your name will sound in my ears and every memory of you will play like an old film before my eyes a bit faded jumping over some parts but holding the greatest stories it will hurt when logic finds its way through like the heat of the projector lamp the movie will burn away leaving nothing but an understanding that this is not real -h.n.g

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