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 Mar 2015 Tally Knighte
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I want you to hold my hand.
Hold my hand so tight that my bones break and every crack whispers how much you really need me. The space between my fingers should forget what it's like to be empty because you'll fix each and every crease. Light a fire in my palms and melt away any other touch other than your own.
I desire you.
I am something worth destroying. Can't you see that I would rather be a pile of broken floorboards and shattered glass than an abandoned house, having never been touched by you? Burn your name across my body and tattoo it onto my heart so I understand what it means to love with a passion.
I want to thank you.
You've made minutes feel like decades by holding me until my internal clock shattered and the only perception I had of time was the beating of your heart. You turned words I was too afraid to speak into currency and now I am a millionaire with nothing to show for it except your smile. You filled my eyes with stars and heart with assurance so when pieces of me died I still had something left to believe in. You never gave up on me when everyone else did.
We live so that we may love.
This love makes life worth living
So what happens when we aren't with the one we love?
What happens is that we lose that life
We become a shadow of what we once were.
Doesn't it make sense to try to strip away this shadow?
To return to the light of our life
ridding us of that terrible shadow
Life is for love
Love is **life
If somebody misses somebody that you love, just remember that you aren't alone most people are missing somebody from their life.
Dig a hole.

Name it LOVE.

Jump into that hole.

So, I'll be FALLING IN LOVE.
I just wanna say that,
I really tried hard, maybe even harder
To compose myself again
I did so many things to distract me from the pain
I thought that I am already okay
I didn't expect that you really have mastered ways on how to break me
Every move you make,
Every step you take
Every words you say
Just you're mere existence
*breaks me
It's the things we love most that destroy us
Just what do you believe you see when you think you see clearly?
Is it the same for those around you? Do you think they would agree?
Can you define reality? Can you give me a description?
Welcome to my world, now let me write you a prescription.

With teeth as white as doctors' pads, they'll drug you with their lies!
Their speech won't teach but rather breach the scene seen by your eyes!
So tell me now just what is real; please offer some conviction.
Or I can lend you some of mine; let me write you a prescription.

There's nothing real but what's really in your mind.
There's nothing true but all that you are able to define.
You say it's your reality, but I'm pretty sure it's mine;
An uncomfortable notion though it is to get behind.

Can you stick within my world for now, just coexist with me?
Though sad, I swear it won't be long before you return to slavery.
The pain you feel--what you claim is real--is a voluntary affliction,
So bear with my reality, and let me write you a prescription.

You can be free of the terror of your ordinary life,
Just by letting go of all the thoughts that bring you strife.
I've seen your world! A world where pain and fear is rife!
But in my world the pen can cut much deeper than a knife.

I cannot make you take this simple-yet-complex cure.
It's the kind of thing that works only if you're sure.
Though there exists in us a mind, in every ma'am and every sir,
There aren't many who will use them, of this I can infer.

So I leave the choice to medicate solely within your hands.
I'm not the type to give out orders; I make no harsh demands.
I simply hope to rid the world of this misery-driven addiction,
So please, my friend, do come in, and let me write you a prescription.
Drawing nearer to the time when I need to start writing the sequel for my Death Metal novel (current working title, "Encore"), and I'm trying to shift my mind to more lyrical-driven poetry (anybody who's read "Curtain Call: A Death Metal Novel" will know it's saturated in that stuff; by far the hardest part about writing the **** thing). However, as with most things, my philosophy-driven mind took the reigns and it turned into this.

Hope y'all enjoy ^_^
I start in the ground.
I just lay there without a sound.
For now I am just a little seed. Hopefully when I grow up I am not mistaken for a ****.
For now I am just to wait.
To wait for the cold and dry to dissipate.
Soon will come the warmth and water.
That will help me grow tall and strong so that I may not totter.
I will then have the strength and power,
to finally be called a flower.
I will finally be able to feel and chase the sun.
Which is what I do for fun.
I follow it from beginning to end.
This is my daily trend.
When my final days come near.
I'm will be glad that I cannot shed a tear.
I hope to be picked as a child's treasure
and to become a mother's pleasure.
So in the end when I wilt,
I will remember the happiness that I have built.
I like you.

I like the gold in your eyes,
The solidity behind your stare,
Soft, but knowing,
I like every strand of hair.

I like that you speak to me,
I like your sentences, phrases and words,
I like how you string them together so delicately,
Like a melody waiting to be heard.

I like our small talk,
Even if it’s cheap,
I like our conversations in class,
And how I think of you as I begin to sleep.

I love your voice,
How you say my name like a dream,
I love all of your truths,
And every smile in between.

So take all of my likes,
Put them in the palm of your hands,
Let’s spread them out-
Let us make a plan:

I can’t promise you much,
But I can promise you this,
I won’t try to steal away a heart,
But I might steal a kiss.
I just want to add that this isn't entirely mine, I changed what I wanted to fit my feelings. Thanks for reading :)
Warmth
What a great feeling.
The same sensation of those sweet orange rays of the sun.
When the sun rises is brings warmth to all its searching beams touch.
Warmth is the subtle heat from a campfire.
When you and  friends are roasting mallows.
Warmth is not only physical
Is it also emotional
Warmth is when somebody is kind to you.
Like giving you a hug on a bad day.
Warmth may come from a significant other.
Maybe when they hold your hand
Maybe when they say the three magic words "I love you."
Warmth is also when you do the same kindness for others.
Not only will you be the warmth in someone else life.
You might add a little sunshine to yours as well in return.
This warmth physical and mental keeps us toasty
in this otherwise bleak and cold world.
May your day be full of sunshine and happiness.
I had to go free-verse on this one. There are words that rhyme with warmth but I couldn't think of any at the time. :)

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