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I want to drown in an ocean of every long embrace and kiss we've shared

And dry myself in that look in your eyes that makes me melt
God, look at you
Veins bluer than blue
With a surface more delicate than I ever knew
Straight from the stem your lovely buds grew
How could this world hold a beauty so true?
 Oct 2014 TheRisingStar
Poetic T
I pondered the world around me
Looking
Staring
Around to what was seen,
Then I happened upon a bird
"Just sitting watching me"
I waved once,
I waved twice,
It just put it head to the side
Maybe to get a better angle on me,
It tweeted
And left, the last I thought to see,
But where one once was, now I count
Two
Three
Four  
Five now perched upon the fence
On the tree, I was getting a
"Alfred Hitchcock"
Vibe, with all little eyes looking at me,
I smiled an awkward grin, teeth did show
Scattered to the wind,
I closed my eyes, noises
Singing awoke a slumbering me,
Six,
Seven,
Eight,
More birds, sitting on the fence,
But also congregating on the branches of the tree,
I waved once more,
Eyes watching upon me,
This is getting creepy
So I stood on all fours licking my teeth
And purred a
"QUESTION"
"Why do you congregate"
"And watch from a far upon me"
Tweeted words sung out to me,
"It just catches our attention that you being a cat"
Not once,
Not twice,
But three
"Times you have waved at us sitting"
Upon a fence,
Upon a tree,
"Childish games of youth"
I purred back,
I have a good life, I am not as wild
as you think, I wave to say hello
To listen to you sing,
"I walk up to the fence"
Pat once then two on the head you see,
"But there is a moral to this tale"
"What is that the birds sing"
As with reflects to fast to see
Not one
Not two
But three
Birds in mouth, they fly, flutter away
And with a mouth full I say
"Don't believe in what you hear or see"
"Were just more sneaky now"
Now shoo be gone, unless you wish
To all so ******* teeth upon your bodies.. and they flee.
 Oct 2014 TheRisingStar
E Sanders
I invited you for a cup of tea and
You never walked by the window.
Maybe you knocked on the wrong door?
Maybe you stopped to smell the roses.
So I put the mugs outside my house and
You still didn't walk by my house.
Maybe I gave you the wrong address?
Maybe I should have planted some roses.
Then I drank my tea without you and
Smiled at everyone that walked by.
Maybe they had seen you walk by?
Maybe they had planted their roses.
I walked to the roses with your mug and
I couldn't see a glimpse of you.
Maybe we both should admire the roses?
Maybe I need to plant some daisies.
mature man
holding his nose
to life
desires young woman
who
is indifferent to
oranges
and longs for those
days
before umbrellas
Once again,
once again,
I fly away to Neverland
but this time I'm not the only one pretending to be Peter Pan.
Once again
as I ascend
I see a soul that hates a life seemingly driven to just unbend.

Songs behind bars are worth more than songs behind altars
and feet stumbling forward will not learn unless they falter.
A tripping to the dirt will teach us all to fly away.
You deserve to fly as much as anyone
and if you close your eyes and sing the song that made you free
I promise the sky will truly be the limit.

I am a ghost who loves the stumbling and you are a soul who braces for rumbling
but if I gave you a flower at midnight will you promise to stop the crumbling...?
At least for a moment...

If I could be the reflection in your mirror
for a minute or two,
I'd make you see the loveliness in you.

Unfortunately I am just a boy so I guess I'll just throw paper airplane compliments in the hope you catch them before it starts to rain.

Don't let your chin point toward the ground,
don't let the tears cause you to drown...
Just turn a grimace upside down
and let that smile become a crown,

because it fits your head perfectly...

Once again,
once again.
I am watching the twinkling in Neverland
with my toes digging softly into the sand.
Once again,
but with a friend,
I'm sailing the waves beyond this land,
and perhaps for a night we both can pretend to be
Peter Pan..
 Mar 2013 TheRisingStar
flynt
I have these raw pink bruises all over my hands and knees.
"What the hell are you doing!?" He yells at me.
I look at the razor, then to my wrist, then back at him,
as I reply mindlessly "I like to see myself bleed."
Blood runs down my thigh.
All I ever want is to be high.
High above the barrier of my body.
He says I smell like strawberries.
He likes the way I taste.
And I'm just a soul in a shell of a body,
so I just close my eyes and wait to slip away.
Why do I always wright such a mess?
Oh, yeah feelings of mine, I guess.
bad
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