"breathtaker" poems - Hello Poetry

He was a Breathtaker. A royal, high-class, naturally-born, take-it-or-leave-it Breathtaker. I had never seen one before in real life, only heard about them in the tales of a girl's childhood. The first day he took my Breath was in a parking lot. He stood there alone in the parking lot, with his sparklers in hand, and wrote words in the air for no one but himself to see. He hummed while he wrote, haphazardly opening his mouth slightly, in a never-ending melody. Later, I found out that the words he wrote in the air would later be turned into music, beautiful songs that could lift your feet off the ground and give your soul the wings to fly. But this first night, I knew nothing of the breathtaker's ability to create such beauty. The lit end of the sparkler seemed to be a metaphor for the Breathtaker's aura. Shining, energetic, with a tendency to mezmerize. One didn't want to stop watching his mind at work. So I sat there in the grass and watched him. Looking at the swift motion of his arms, I became entranced by the passion with which he worked. So quickly, I couldn't even pick up much of what he was writing. One could easily tell, however, that he wasn't going to forget a word of it. I, however, had brought my typewriter for such an occasion. I sat there and typed words that he made me feel. The first line was "intrigue. night sky. man. electricity fingers. fizzled feelings. stranger. lips. curls. air. no breath." And so my Breath was hardpressed to move. It entered my mouth and stopped, right below my soft palette, not wanting to enter further. My Breathing was very shallow, almost a soft hyperventilation, caught between time moving and time paused.

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Aug 27, 2012

Aug 27, 2012 at 10:29 PM UTC

moriah-harrod

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He was a Breathtaker. A royal, high-class, naturally-born, take-it-or-leave-it Breathtaker. I had never seen one before in real life, only heard about them in the tales of a girl's childhood. The first day he took my Breath was in a parking lot. He stood there alone in the parking lot, with his sparklers in hand, and wrote words in the air for no one but himself to see. He hummed while he wrote, haphazardly opening his mouth slightly, in a never-ending melody. Later, I found out that the words he wrote in the air would later be turned into music, beautiful songs that could lift your feet off the ground and give your soul the wings to fly. But this first night, I knew nothing of the breathtaker's ability to create such beauty. The lit end of the sparkler seemed to be a metaphor for the Breathtaker's aura. Shining, energetic, with a tendency to mezmerize. One didn't want to stop watching his mind at work. So I sat there in the grass and watched him. Looking at the swift motion of his arms, I became entranced by the passion with which he worked. So quickly, I couldn't even pick up much of what he was writing. One could easily tell, however, that he wasn't going to forget a word of it. I, however, had brought my typewriter for such an occasion. I sat there and typed words that he made me feel. The first line was "intrigue. night sky. man. electricity fingers. fizzled feelings. stranger. lips. curls. air. no breath." And so my Breath was hardpressed to move. It entered my mouth and stopped, right below my soft palette, not wanting to enter further. My Breathing was very shallow, almost a soft hyperventilation, caught between time moving and time paused.

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Breathtaker unknowingly herself to be capable of splitting atoms [of unrelinquished hearts] of striking chords [of graveyard whispers] of swimming endlessly [of setting suns] Breathtaker veiledly herself in imitation smiles [in huntress stripes] in doe-eyed brilliance [in one thousand yards] in cocktail laughter [in autumnal sighs] Breathtaker suffocating us all

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Aug 27, 2014

Aug 27, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC

bridgeburner

Gasping

Breathtaker unknowingly herself to be capable of splitting atoms [of unrelinquished hearts] of striking chords [of graveyard whispers] of swimming endlessly [of setting suns] Breathtaker veiledly herself in imitation smiles [in huntress stripes] in doe-eyed brilliance [in one thousand yards] in cocktail laughter [in autumnal sighs] Breathtaker suffocating us all

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MINDBLOWER let's take days slower BREATHTAKER we'll achieve even more DREAMINVADER let's create a loving nest HEARTSTEALER can we do forever faster? THOUGHTPROVOKER and live happily ever after

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC

CLC

YOU

MINDBLOWER let's take days slower BREATHTAKER we'll achieve even more DREAMINVADER let's create a loving nest HEARTSTEALER can we do forever faster? THOUGHTPROVOKER and live happily ever after

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You are a heartstopper My heart in a cardiac arrest Whenever you look at me You are a breathtaker My lungs gasping for air Whenever you breathe near me You are an anxiety My attacks keep getting worse Whenever you smile playfully You are a disease My body feels weaker Whenever you touch me You are a morning calm My mind feels at ease Whenever you appear before me You are the wind My hands can't feel or grasp Whenever I try to catch you You are a dream A whispering spectre Whenever I imagine you and me You are a wish Something that my heart wants badly I hope our story becomes a reality

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Sep 2, 2017

Sep 2, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC

LonelyBard

Imagine

You are a heartstopper My heart in a cardiac arrest Whenever you look at me You are a breathtaker My lungs gasping for air Whenever you breathe near me You are an anxiety My attacks keep getting worse Whenever you smile playfully You are a disease My body feels weaker Whenever you touch me You are a morning calm My mind feels at ease Whenever you appear before me You are the wind My hands can't feel or grasp Whenever I try to catch you You are a dream A whispering spectre Whenever I imagine you and me You are a wish Something that my heart wants badly I hope our story becomes a reality

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