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And I just want to feel your breath On my neck And your ******* On my chest And I just want to feel your lips On my cheek Telling me I’ll be okay When I’m feeling awfully weak And I just want to see your eyes Meeting mine Soft orbs of blue Too mature for your time And I just want to hear your voice Whispering softly in my ear Be here with me Be near I can’t handle this distance Not only of miles, but of mind I never could catch you But god how long I tried.
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 12:42 AM UTC
Wants
I LOVE MYSELF With all my flaws In my Beautifulness, In my mistakes, In my weakness, In my darkness. I love myself, because I am worth it. I am a high power person who can move mountains with my love, thoughts and dreams I am good, kind, funny, full of life and love, contagious with my explosive energy Some things may be equally essential but nothing is more important than loving oneself And at this moment the love I have for myself goes above and beyond. It could reach the end of the universe if I just unwrap it I love me in my inane, craziest, sanest, beautiful twisted, darkest and funniest way I love me in a way that no one does I love me in my fullest woes I am everything that I can and will be I am frightfully proud of my flaws and proudly wearing them as no one is perfect This is the start of a new journey to me The journey of love and self acceptance The journey to fully embrace and value my own self I allow myself to fall in my stupidest and biggest way, just to get back up and catch my breath again Failure will not stop me but make me stronger I am fully seeing me and smiling at my imperfected and distorted reflection Hugging myself so tightly, refusing to let go The more I am spending time with me, The more and more my love grows Is it bad for my health ? I do not think so. It’s true, I am better, happier, more free, powerful, at peace The sun is shining on me I don’t need no help to be beautiful, ‘cause I’ve got me I’ve got that uncontainable light from within me I am smoldering a treasure, sharing laughter, joy and sadness with myself I have learnt the phases of myself So distant from that little insecure girl I used to know As I allow her opinions to matter I have accepted her difference Her different kind of beauty, I have learned to love This feeling of wholeness, self acceptance, comfort and love, is liberating I wrap myself around my contorted and beautiful else to form a ME As I am, Raw and Real
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 6:34 AM UTC
Me, Myself and I
I LOVE MYSELF With all my flaws In my Beautifulness, In my mistakes, In my weakness, In my darkness. I love myself, because I am worth it. I am a high power person who can move mountains with my love, thoughts and dreams I am good, kind, funny, full of life and love, contagious with my explosive energy Some things may be equally essential but nothing is more important than loving oneself And at this moment the love I have for myself goes above and beyond. It could reach the end of the universe if I just unwrap it I love me in my inane, craziest, sanest, beautiful twisted, darkest and funniest way I love me in a way that no one does I love me in my fullest woes I am everything that I can and will be I am frightfully proud of my flaws and proudly wearing them as no one is perfect This is the start of a new journey to me The journey of love and self acceptance The journey to fully embrace and value my own self I allow myself to fall in my stupidest and biggest way, just to get back up and catch my breath again Failure will not stop me but make me stronger I am fully seeing me and smiling at my imperfected and distorted reflection Hugging myself so tightly, refusing to let go The more I am spending time with me, The more and more my love grows Is it bad for my health ? I do not think so. It’s true, I am better, happier, more free, powerful, at peace The sun is shining on me I don’t need no help to be beautiful, ‘cause I’ve got me I’ve got that uncontainable light from within me I am smoldering a treasure, sharing laughter, joy and sadness with myself I have learnt the phases of myself So distant from that little insecure girl I used to know As I allow her opinions to matter I have accepted her difference Her different kind of beauty, I have learned to love This feeling of wholeness, self acceptance, comfort and love, is liberating I wrap myself around my contorted and beautiful else to form a ME As I am, Raw and Real
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kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips i practice things i'll never say to you i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl  swingset misses children rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it" i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they ***** we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
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kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips i practice things i'll never say to you i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl  swingset misses children rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it" i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they ***** we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
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Thy fingers make early flowers of all things. thy hair mostly the hours love: a smoothness which sings,saying (though love be a day) do not fear,we will go amaying. thy whitest feet crisply are straying. Always thy moist eyes are at kisses playing, whose strangeness much says;singing (though love be a day) for which girl art thou flowers bringing? To be thy lips is a sweet thing and small. Death,thee i call rich beyond wishing if this thou catch, else missing. (though love be a day and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing).
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Thy Fingers Make Early Flowers
There once was a young man named Feste, and he was not a very good young man. He was a thief, and a sneaky one at that. He would go to all of the stores in the market and steal anything that he pleased. He loved to steal from the baker and the butcher especially. He would go to his hiding place in the forest after his deviousness and eat away his stolen treasures, brooding on what a “clever little boy” he was. The baker and the butcher knew though. They noticed him coming in most days and leaving in quite a hurry. They could not actually catch him in the act, but they knew beyond a doubt what he was doing. They were having drinks together one night though when they devised a clever scheme to stop him from stealing ever again. The butcher carved up a juicy ham, and the baker baked up a delicious pie, but they added a little something extra to it… The butcher made sure to quite a bit of alcohol into the ham, and the baker did the same with his pie. They both set their two traps in the store, right when the spoiled thief Feste came strolling into the market with his eyes gleaming. The baker watched him walk into his shop,the pie disappeared. The butcher watched him walk into his shop, the ham disappeared. They both smiled and went about their work. Feste rushed to his hiding place and devoured his stolen goodies so fast that he didn’t even realize how peculiar it seemed to taste... Not long after, he started to feel strange. Numb and stupid. He ran towards the village, acting a buffoon. The villagers stared and laughed at Feste acting so odd. His mother found him though and brought down the fury. “Feste! Why are you acting like a **** fool?" She demanded. He threw out a few words in a drunken stupor and swayed in place. "Wait.. have you been drinking!?” She screamed. “Noe maum! Allll Ie had todae is pie and haam!” He stammered in a drunken sway. “And where exactly did you get those!?” She inquired. Feste had a look of terror on his face and grew silent. He was found out to be the no good thief and was punished severely, because his mother thought he stole the alcohol as well as the pie and ham, and he couldn’t prove otherwise. Feste never stole again and he even apologized to the butcher and baker, though they still do have a laugh now and then… The End
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
The Steal (A Short Story For Children)
There once was a young man named Feste, and he was not a very good young man. He was a thief, and a sneaky one at that. He would go to all of the stores in the market and steal anything that he pleased. He loved to steal from the baker and the butcher especially. He would go to his hiding place in the forest after his deviousness and eat away his stolen treasures, brooding on what a “clever little boy” he was. The baker and the butcher knew though. They noticed him coming in most days and leaving in quite a hurry. They could not actually catch him in the act, but they knew beyond a doubt what he was doing. They were having drinks together one night though when they devised a clever scheme to stop him from stealing ever again. The butcher carved up a juicy ham, and the baker baked up a delicious pie, but they added a little something extra to it… The butcher made sure to quite a bit of alcohol into the ham, and the baker did the same with his pie. They both set their two traps in the store, right when the spoiled thief Feste came strolling into the market with his eyes gleaming. The baker watched him walk into his shop,the pie disappeared. The butcher watched him walk into his shop, the ham disappeared. They both smiled and went about their work. Feste rushed to his hiding place and devoured his stolen goodies so fast that he didn’t even realize how peculiar it seemed to taste... Not long after, he started to feel strange. Numb and stupid. He ran towards the village, acting a buffoon. The villagers stared and laughed at Feste acting so odd. His mother found him though and brought down the fury. “Feste! Why are you acting like a **** fool?" She demanded. He threw out a few words in a drunken stupor and swayed in place. "Wait.. have you been drinking!?” She screamed. “Noe maum! Allll Ie had todae is pie and haam!” He stammered in a drunken sway. “And where exactly did you get those!?” She inquired. Feste had a look of terror on his face and grew silent. He was found out to be the no good thief and was punished severely, because his mother thought he stole the alcohol as well as the pie and ham, and he couldn’t prove otherwise. Feste never stole again and he even apologized to the butcher and baker, though they still do have a laugh now and then… The End
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I was always waiting to catch you if you fall, He said **** right! I have fallen life times across life times Too deep to arise from the fall Where are you?, I ask I am waiting.
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Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Waiting
Stop these words. These meaningless, nonsensical words. As my mind races I hold my hands out trying to catch any falling letter. As if I'm drowning, I choke on the logic spilling from my lips.
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Lips
I look online at this virtual world we all live in today. And I find a hidden war that never seems to end. Cruel words hidden as bombs. Barbaric comments hidden as guns. As I walk through this torn battlefield, with blood spilled everywhere, I find not a single page with peace instead of war. People seem to become so mean just because it isn't face to face. People turn into monsters, monsters that bite and **** It's like people seem to think their words have no impact, their message is just a joke. But this war on the Internet is more real than before. There are crying people, bullied people, who catch these bullets that people have sent, and decide that maybe life isn't worth living anymore. There are wounded people, wanting for just some love, only to find hate and anger written wherever they go in this Internet war today. This war may be virtual, but it's real and alive even as we speak. Some people wonder why suicides are so often. Some people wonder why teens are becoming so depressed. All they have to do is open their computer and their minds to this Internet war we have today.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Internet War
Right person, wrong time When we met I knew, exactly You automatically had my heart Resistance as they say was futile Our chemistry and cosmic friends Were making more plays Than our hands could play against We sure as hell couldn't bluff We were both in pain After finding ourselves somewhere confused We had planned for the rest of our lives And been abused Wrong time We both have too much to fix Right now, but we will When it comes together Will we be together? You took my pain away As I did yours I know this is true I saw you smile and heard you laugh With me It was the most sincere We had both lost that for so long I won't promise that I will wait I don't expect you to either But know that I will think of you I know better than to say something Ridiculous Like, you were the "one" Or something like that I know better I think you are a good catch The best yet I am not throwing you back But I do believe in possibilities And the future is ours Should we take it You made me feel special Like I've always wanted to feel I can't throw that away Absolutely not What we have is one in a billion One way or another You will always have a place in my heart Because you're special to me too I feel better just for having met you
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
Right Person, Wrong Time
He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him But he never hit me He played games with my emotions repeatedly But he never hit me He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees But he never hit me He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe But he never hit me He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy But he never hit me He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed But he never hit me He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls But he never hit me He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me But he never hit me He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears But he never hit me He needed to have the password to every device, app and account But he never hit me He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me But he never hit me He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed But he never hit me He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of But he never hit me He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence But he never hit me He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill But he never hit me He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds But he never hit me
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
But He Never Hit Me
He made sure I knew just how lucky I was to have him But he never hit me He played games with my emotions repeatedly But he never hit me He made sure I didn’t leave the house in a skirt above the knees But he never hit me He knew the words to say to make me feel so small that I could not breathe But he never hit me He tossed me in and out, in and out, until my mind was in an out of control tizzy But he never hit me He messed around on the side late at night while I rested in our bed But he never hit me He made it clear that I wasn’t to go out at night with the girls But he never hit me He told me over and over again just how hard it would be to find anyone else to deal with me But he never hit me He fell asleep safe and sound as I laid in bed trying to catch my breath through tears But he never hit me He needed to have the password to every device, app and account But he never hit me He knew the power he held and used it over my head to weaken me But he never hit me He made jokes at my expense in front of friends and family and we all giggled together instead of cringed But he never hit me He assured me the women he texted were coworkers or colleagues but I could never know what they spoke of But he never hit me He made it clear that my interests and goals were not of pertinence But he never hit me He knew the exact words to say to take my entire day downhill But he never hit me He broke my heart over and over and over again until it was minuscule shreds But he never hit me
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The night under the mirror went through a revolving door. ~~~~ Eventually I did put a face to  your loving cues your emails It had been so long since your destiny had asked you my King to marry her that hunting jealous day that began much earlier under a 1975 degree celcious and did burn us to a crisp Nothing would have given me more assurance more pleasure  such a gracious challenge to a  mysterious proposition to dig my heart for the final blow one queen for his other prior queen bee me Karijinbba and a winner I would have been all night with my King under the mirror! to obliterate her wedding band from his hand how loving of you cupid of mine always digging at my heart for my heart of gold then came cause and effect of karma blowing up our plans another King Brad appeared with roses and diamond ring in hand he had no mask just an hidden agenda he took my children to his Mom to make his other queenjealous and I took the bate for just one hour both my King and Brad had chosen he same photo E-mailed among several to both single men seeking bride at Kiss com. my lovely picture was the same summer dress I wore with the king I loved as someone something from above and beyond mirrored the scene in my life a kind of cause and effect it showed my old beloved a simple approach to a woman's heart and me that the woman he married giving her a diamond ring taking her and son to his Mom was more to make me jealous too fight for his love an invisible revolving door had opened up both to win my lover back or to lose both Knights fate life karma G** had bid the greatest game of love and twin souls remained split bleeding both men found a way to another woman playing their game I was sent to worship my Lord Jesus Christ mocking me beware of Karma or THINK and get rich and happy to catch a true king FOCUS don't take bates, don't settle for new when the heart is taken  by a true love not followed. My king was found by his mate and I returned Brads diamond lesson played leasson learned Then came the clock ticking tax collector King Mr Time he took my hand paper INK and pen to script a new poem its Winter he said, HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO KISS YOU? and a new revolving door appeared here at H.P. ~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba Copy Rights ASG/BBA -revised 6/2020.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
Night under the mirror
The night under the mirror went through a revolving door. ~~~~ Eventually I did put a face to  your loving cues your emails It had been so long since your destiny had asked you my King to marry her that hunting jealous day that began much earlier under a 1975 degree celcious and did burn us to a crisp Nothing would have given me more assurance more pleasure  such a gracious challenge to a  mysterious proposition to dig my heart for the final blow one queen for his other prior queen bee me Karijinbba and a winner I would have been all night with my King under the mirror! to obliterate her wedding band from his hand how loving of you cupid of mine always digging at my heart for my heart of gold then came cause and effect of karma blowing up our plans another King Brad appeared with roses and diamond ring in hand he had no mask just an hidden agenda he took my children to his Mom to make his other queenjealous and I took the bate for just one hour both my King and Brad had chosen he same photo E-mailed among several to both single men seeking bride at Kiss com. my lovely picture was the same summer dress I wore with the king I loved as someone something from above and beyond mirrored the scene in my life a kind of cause and effect it showed my old beloved a simple approach to a woman's heart and me that the woman he married giving her a diamond ring taking her and son to his Mom was more to make me jealous too fight for his love an invisible revolving door had opened up both to win my lover back or to lose both Knights fate life karma G** had bid the greatest game of love and twin souls remained split bleeding both men found a way to another woman playing their game I was sent to worship my Lord Jesus Christ mocking me beware of Karma or THINK and get rich and happy to catch a true king FOCUS don't take bates, don't settle for new when the heart is taken  by a true love not followed. My king was found by his mate and I returned Brads diamond lesson played leasson learned Then came the clock ticking tax collector King Mr Time he took my hand paper INK and pen to script a new poem its Winter he said, HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO KISS YOU? and a new revolving door appeared here at H.P. ~~~~~~ By: Karijinbba Copy Rights ASG/BBA -revised 6/2020.
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Frown upon my withered heart! and wipe away my tears. Catch the nightmares, catch my dreams, ensnare my childish fears. Protect me, Catcher, put me down and watch me sleep to-day. the worries they encase me, my dream’s the price I pay. The morning comes unfiltered the cycle is broken for now Oh Catcher! my Catcher! My faithful night snatcher! Laid a kiss on my wavering brow.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Dreamcatcher
Nothing to say? Nothing to say? Oh catch yourself on. Since when have you Ever had nothing to say? Liar liar Or so they say. But if your words be lies Then why do you hide it? Loner loner That's what I am. You say it's untrue Well then why didn't you notice me gone?
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
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Laying in my bed curled up Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep Are you thinking of me? Laying in a tent, uncomfortably, Snuggling close to your fluffy white dog or your younger brother to stay warm. Are you missing me? No. Not the way I’m missing you You’re not thinking of me the way I’m thinking of you And though it means the world to me that a beautiful soul like yours is friends with a storm cloud like me, it shatters my heart into thousands of sharp, jagged pieces that you’re ~ just ~ my friend. “I’m sorry but I need to know, is it mutual? It’s alright if it’s a no, I can handle it, I just want you...to be honest” A pause... Then the raindrop falls. “Right now, it’s a no” Ripples. Right now. Right now. Right now. No. No. No. STOP. I care about you so much, I know I need to let you go, so you would never read this, and I would never show anyone this. It’s all swirling around in my chest, faster and faster until it explodes, word ***** and tears. I love you. I didn’t tell you I loved you, only that I had feelings for you. Why bother? It would’ve made things more painful for me, more bitter for you. But I can’t show you this. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you to change the way you speak to me, to change your mind when you’re about to type a heart emoji, to stop yourself after just saying “goodnight” and leave out the “baby” This is my undoing, not yours, and I want you to keep letting me be your anchor, your shoulder, your shield, my open arms waiting to catch you when you tumble from your flight. I can’t keep loving you, I can’t stop loving you. I want to stop feeling at all.
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
45 Miles Apart
Laying in my bed curled up Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep Are you thinking of me? Laying in a tent, uncomfortably, Snuggling close to your fluffy white dog or your younger brother to stay warm. Are you missing me? No. Not the way I’m missing you You’re not thinking of me the way I’m thinking of you And though it means the world to me that a beautiful soul like yours is friends with a storm cloud like me, it shatters my heart into thousands of sharp, jagged pieces that you’re ~ just ~ my friend. “I’m sorry but I need to know, is it mutual? It’s alright if it’s a no, I can handle it, I just want you...to be honest” A pause... Then the raindrop falls. “Right now, it’s a no” Ripples. Right now. Right now. Right now. No. No. No. STOP. I care about you so much, I know I need to let you go, so you would never read this, and I would never show anyone this. It’s all swirling around in my chest, faster and faster until it explodes, word ***** and tears. I love you. I didn’t tell you I loved you, only that I had feelings for you. Why bother? It would’ve made things more painful for me, more bitter for you. But I can’t show you this. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you to change the way you speak to me, to change your mind when you’re about to type a heart emoji, to stop yourself after just saying “goodnight” and leave out the “baby” This is my undoing, not yours, and I want you to keep letting me be your anchor, your shoulder, your shield, my open arms waiting to catch you when you tumble from your flight. I can’t keep loving you, I can’t stop loving you. I want to stop feeling at all.
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Soft melodies of the deep sea echo Moonlight dances on my pretty scales And icy bubbles whirl under my chest Through my slippery hair And down into my lungs to clear the way for overflowing foam Laughter splashes behind my lips as my anticipation rises Waiting for a night of twisted fairy-tales and uncalled for surprises. Shimmering bodies swarm in spirals Grinding in unison with the waves crashing at the surface We're anxious for overflowing foam and hidden treasures Purple light pierces the dark like shards of crystals Casting a ghostly shade on bulbous faces Pressure rises as each wave surges Whirlpools of hot breath suffocate our gills But the sidelines are shallow And stragglers float motionless Hair like seaweed at the nape of his neck Unbuttoned linen soaked and dripping Her hollow eyes glow green Like the jelly orbs of a fish under florescent lights She’s pressed against a boy who has hooks for fins Searching for the parts that are edible Tender, Scale-less, Slippery Nothing wrong with being the catch of the day Right? Bubbles rise and pop as the last melodies drown Schools of us are begging for shiny hooks and bad decisions A handsome boy has been smiling all the while He’s caught in a fisherman’s net Craving salty lips and the spell to make him a man But fisherman don't care for little mermaids With hearts like sea glass and no hidden treasures to steal Sweaty fins splash and cheer The fishbowl shatters Sea glass spills out onto sand We squirm and flop onto land Gasping without air to breathe As our mouths and ***** thoughts dry in the sun Leaving behind fresh meat without mouths to feed. Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom Gasping and moaning into tile With the face of a handsome stranger Because this meat shouldn't go to waste And I'm drunken with desperation For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks But I'm just another fish in the sea Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.
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Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Confetti Scales
Soft melodies of the deep sea echo Moonlight dances on my pretty scales And icy bubbles whirl under my chest Through my slippery hair And down into my lungs to clear the way for overflowing foam Laughter splashes behind my lips as my anticipation rises Waiting for a night of twisted fairy-tales and uncalled for surprises. Shimmering bodies swarm in spirals Grinding in unison with the waves crashing at the surface We're anxious for overflowing foam and hidden treasures Purple light pierces the dark like shards of crystals Casting a ghostly shade on bulbous faces Pressure rises as each wave surges Whirlpools of hot breath suffocate our gills But the sidelines are shallow And stragglers float motionless Hair like seaweed at the nape of his neck Unbuttoned linen soaked and dripping Her hollow eyes glow green Like the jelly orbs of a fish under florescent lights She’s pressed against a boy who has hooks for fins Searching for the parts that are edible Tender, Scale-less, Slippery Nothing wrong with being the catch of the day Right? Bubbles rise and pop as the last melodies drown Schools of us are begging for shiny hooks and bad decisions A handsome boy has been smiling all the while He’s caught in a fisherman’s net Craving salty lips and the spell to make him a man But fisherman don't care for little mermaids With hearts like sea glass and no hidden treasures to steal Sweaty fins splash and cheer The fishbowl shatters Sea glass spills out onto sand We squirm and flop onto land Gasping without air to breathe As our mouths and ***** thoughts dry in the sun Leaving behind fresh meat without mouths to feed. Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom Gasping and moaning into tile With the face of a handsome stranger Because this meat shouldn't go to waste And I'm drunken with desperation For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks But I'm just another fish in the sea Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.
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a companion piece to miniskirts & high heels vs. poetry & yoga^ <•> a couple of buds at a local dive bar, drinking Buds, talking loud about technology and other manly man stuff attract attention for our conversation isn't bout sports, get approached by long legs in high heels and a miniskirt, with the best come on line ever any woman invented, "you guys know about computers, huh?" later after reading twenty or so of her poems, and learning the degree of difficulty of the downward facing dog pose (adho mukha svanasana) she said: tell me again how I *clear my cache, change my font, add more memory for new memories, stop auto correct from making wont into want, so I can happy write* "wont thy thoughts to my heart thereof" so I obliged and then the geek in meek wrote his first poem after first clearing the catch   in his throat
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Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
***** technology talk (clearing the cache)
All of the memories came crashing in like a wave I reached my arms out to          grab them                  to catch them                          and hold them close but I ended up drowning...                                        -H.H.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Memories
Our hearts and souls were so blessed to fast Ramadan sincerely To be enlightened by its super mercy and extreme prosperity purity abiding around my heart, kindling my every part a gift from Allah came along to bless our hearts to spread peace and love, to dig faith in each part A blessed bounty to wipe away our tears to zest our souls and vanish our fears to sparkle with faith with our keenest beliefs and twinkle light in our bright smiles oh dear eid, you can't help it but sowing seeds of joy, Capturing joy and happiness in every single countenance , of a child's enthusiastic joy kindling a thriving inner radiance joining hearts and souls with the deepest crystals of love revealing such a fancy artistic touch of a peaceful dove feeling the gratitude for Allah's super merciful blessings praying to pluck the roses of peace each single moment pounding hearts of affliction and yearning missing your everlasting passion getting sick of poisoning yearning for their peaceful deliverance to catch glimpses of happiness that once has been hunted by a sudden death of a loving part of soul until Allah will send a cheerful hope, just be patience to get over all the mope smile and share the joy of eid and love , work even harder to cherish the heaven above ....
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Eid's faithful whispers
When I take your world by storm, I promise to never do you harm. Just force you to fall in love, and catch you in my arm. Use my body temperature to keep your body warm. It wont be long before you are, in love with the way I perform. How I kiss, how I charm. set your body on fire, ring your bell like an alarm. Doing bad things to you baby, enjoying taking them too far. I saw that you want me, now it’s time for you to come and get me. Fell in love with you from the start, now we are at my favorite part. making your head swirl. Flipping your world, stripping your clothes off as we get it on. Getting you going, until we are both gone. make you feel my body, the way your eyes are touching me is really turning me on. Teach you how to love me, fulfilling my fantasy. This is more than just *** I want you to take your time blowing my mind, give it to me like you want it, like I am what you need. like I am you dream and you are my fantasy.
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC
Fantasy
maybe all i need to stop this pain is a little motrin. maybe all i need to stop this bleeding is a band-aid. maybe all i need to stop this screaming are some ear plugs. maybe all i need to stop this drowning is a life raft. maybe all i need to stop this agony is a little numbness. numbness... it wears off,  doesn't stop the pain only holds back the flood gates of sleepless nights and screaming hearts, bloodshot eyes and rejections knife. just long enough for me to catch a glimmer of hope, a mirage in the Sahara, so beautiful yet so cruel.   just as i get close enough to taste a sweet tomorrow, the desert sun sets. and i'm still bleeding, and you're still gone. maybe all i need to stop this searching is a little less hope.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
numbness
"you cannot catch a wildflower" he says. "you are my wildflower." I am lost inside myself my personal paradise my own euphoric insanity could i be as manic as I sometimes believe to feel as if my soul lives in the earth beneath my feet and stretches from the root of every tree to the tips of their leaves exhaling me into the sky to float with the wind from meadow to meadow I stand with arms stretched spinning in circles like a tiny tornado grazing the tips of each blade of grass with my fingertips dancing with my pointed toes upon dewy petals breathing in the heavens of the earth feeling as if the sun was shining from within me my world could not exist without this insatiable lust for life you cannot hold me and shelter me under the dark roof you flourish in I am a wildflower I need the meadows, the sky, the sun, the air, the freedom
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Wildflower
Silicate, emotionless sedimentary, Darling, it is cold, doesn't care wheter it breaks or if it is swept away in a stream, cut into small pieces by the sharp rush of flowing water, While it may hold no emotions, it can be the bringer of hope, bliss, happiness, sadness but also spite and envy, or a simple fulfilment, Look at the wedding-rings, their stones on top to embellish beauty such as the insurance to be with the other through thick and thin, Some diamonds are rough, but they are stronger than stones, if that is enough, harder and almost unbreakable, sorted in line moliculary, When the kiss of death puts us to rest, a tombstone is the sad, cruel remembrence of a former life, sprouting blossoming and blooming, before returning to the soil it once had found its origin, its beginning, I will try to be your wishing one, your shooting star, racing through the glory of the starlit nightsky to catch a moment of your passion, Burning up within the atmosphere of your warm embrace, dearest. Drawn by your gravitational impact on me, I will be your comet, returning to you each day without burning away as rapid as a meteor. Darling, alike a blazing Sun you make me melt. ~ Umi
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Stones
My name is Darkness. I have a contract with light, so I can be seen in corners and alleys. I follow you because you follow the plight and I will let you carry me, as long I can catch you. My name is Evil, I have a contract with good, to add balance to your soul and let you see my horns and many thorns. I stalk you because you are one person, not a people. I will let you hold my hand, as long as I can run ahead. My name is Moon, I have a contract with Sun, because I need to ignite the night and show you that I can shine just as bright. I wake up because I like to watch you respite. I will let you sleep as long as I can turn out your lights. My name is not Darkness. My name is not Evil. My name is not Moon. My name is Shadow. I have a contract with light, so I can be in corners and alleys. I'm glued to one person, not a people. I may have horns and I can have thorns. I will hold your hand, and even let you run ahead. I won't watch you fall, but I cannot catch you. I will let you sleep as long as you keep on the light. My name is not Darkness. My name is not Evil. My name is not Moon. My name is Shadow. I was born a stalker.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Born A Stalker
This girl I know She is just ... like a book. Her cover is so beautiful And yet ... forever changing looks. But this girl's beauty Is unlike any that you've seen. It really comes from all those pages Those pages in between. Each page tells a story Some of sorrow oh so sad. But for every one of those that you read You'll find one of better time's she's had. This girl I know She rules a realm that no one ever see's. This girl will never show it to you And she will never show it to me. This girl is tough And dauntless and strong. This girl she sings The most beautiful songs. This girl will never let you see her cry. This girl will never answer you why. This girl she doesn't need wings to fly. Because this girl ... She is the sky. You will find her overhead Every day and every night. Her sun will warm the hardest heart And her stars they shine so bright. If you should ever catch her and open that book You'd better read as fast as you can. Standing still in any one place Is never in her plans. But, this girl I know isn't running from something And it's not that she's some bird on a wire. She isn't blindly running through time, you see This girl I know ... She has a world to set on fire.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
This Burning Girl
She Walks By A Beautiful Lady And She Smiles We Catch Eyes Like Two Spies She Is Fly Sassy Little Lady Eyes Don’t Lie Her lips Sealed Red Lips Stick I Said “Hi” Her Body Language Gave The Reply So Slick,  She’s Sly Keep Our Secrets My Beautiful Lady Walk On: Bye
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC
Flirty