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"effortlessly" poems
Why can't we have meaningless talk the way people have meaningless *** you would crash over me into a river of un-scathing emptiness and leave marks on my skin- stories that this was where you started to tear at the seams effortlessly like the silkness of your sorrows on my floor. You would become a sultry verse in this anthology of every day lodged between the rush and vacancy of broken hearts and anguished limbs. You would radiate the heat of your angry, angry heart onto the cold deadness of mine, and we could burn and melt all at the same time. Meaninglessly you would leave me out of breath, gather your clothes and go home.
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
**********
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing -- Memories growing, ring on ring, A series of weddings. Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery, Truer than women, They seed so effortlessly! Tasting the winds, that are footless, Waist-deep in history -- Full of wings, otherworldliness. In this, they are Ledas. O mother of leaves and sweetness Who are these pietàs? The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
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Winter Trees
On flat bank’s where grass runt reeds grow waiting for rising tide, A lone Heron stealths silently while Gulls cry warning, and dive in to a cold sea air. Phoenix Peanut and Pandora stranded on wet mud bank, wait for their chance to escape but it’s bonds that need to be severed in their quest for freedom. Estuary lights dim and flicker in the distance while closer to shore Mermaids sing on the breath of a storm. Beckoning sailors "come ride the waves" Siren songs of lost souls and shadows “Come with us” on this bursting sea. And they sing with a drowning charm as fishermen launch vessels under a shawl covered wife's watchful eye. And yesterdays widows weep, face rained bright from navigational lights. Ships bell ring in time with a rollicking sea, Pheonix Peanut and Pandora still await their escape but not this night. While the Heron has long fled this great swell. No cries now from gulls nor mothers hurrying their little ones to the safety of their coal fired warm homes. Just the rage of wave riding mermaids that will have their bounty the heart and souls from a fisherman life.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Laugharne
Let me, Be the waves; The tides that will wash your troubled thoughts. And with every crash of waves being your happiness and joy, Your ripples of bliss. Pushing away crumpled parts, Cradling your body in warm currents. Let me, Be the waves. Guiding you effortlessly Out into the everlasting blue. The waves, that orchestrates your heart.
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
Waves
It's beginning... As my day matured into the tangerine sun. Familiar feelings effortlessly conjured as the same old tales were spun. Some came in hues of marmalade Traces of citrus that left in haste. Initial sweetness on the palate that would fade Only making way for a bitter aftertaste. A few were wrapped in tints of ginger. A jolt-like sensation that spoke... Intense and unmistakable in nature. Like glowing embers engulfed in latent flames and smoke. Several bore the colours and scent of marigold Boasting of orange petals whimsically waving to the clouds... Whispering hints of rumours from days of old, Days of when mine was the only silent face in a boisterous crowd. The ones forged in bronze were few and hardly said. Like the only compelling excerpt embedded within infinite chapters. Hidden words in plain sight strung together boldly in red. Rubies cast carelessly in the swiftest of rivers... It is beginning... The end of today as the sun grew redder... I'd bide the sands of time as it slips away into forever...
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Spectrum Orange
Love is the cure, for your pain will keep giving birth to more pain until your eyes constantly exhale love as effortlessly as your body yields its scent.”
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Love is the cure
hand in hand, the mind soars effortlessly apart, the heart wilts with questions unanswered and i merely seek for us to bloom, together
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
bloom
By rgpage The cool evening breeze filled with a scent of approaching rain. Caught by playful window shears as it passes through an open pane, to reach their   length and breadth toward the waiting bed. He was a lover of music and his woman, a passionate man with a sensitive heart. She was in love with the melodic way   his gentle fingers moved with sensual touch over her soft silk like skin of art. He started gently around her ears softly prying them open with the quiet richness of her melodies. Each note of his gentle kisses leading her to a sensual abyss, easing her down from the edge, controlling her descent, to her goal. Down the swirling dark and light blends of the music rendered from her soul. She was his instrument on which he placed his soft loving fingers, moving them effortlessly, caressing her most sensual delicate keys…Each body part smoothly rubbed added richness to her sensual sound driven by lust and loving trust.   Her ******* he fondled, licking and kissing, squeezing and rubbing. Silently giving thanks, to her creator for such an amazing instrument. Both of her hands with long slender fingers tangled in the long dark locks of his hair as she eases her maestro’s head up tighter against her soft beautiful mounds. The loving melody continues with his touch now joined with the sound of raindrops splashing into uncovered metal buckets and cans. The drops carried on the breeze through the playful dancing shears came through the other end as nothing more than refreshing cooling mist. Her body was his loving piano, and as with the 88 keys of his magnificent Baldwin, the sensual areas of her equally magnificent body, when properly stroked,  filled not  only the bedroom but the whole house with the most glorious ****** notes known to man.   After a while the symphonic ****** builds as he masterfully impales her with his instrument of love coming into constant contact with the one special key of keys. Its special sound as his strokes came harder and faster brought the whole master piece to a beautiful melodic end as the two lovers bath in the rain’s gentle mist…
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
the pianist
By rgpage The cool evening breeze filled with a scent of approaching rain. Caught by playful window shears as it passes through an open pane, to reach their   length and breadth toward the waiting bed. He was a lover of music and his woman, a passionate man with a sensitive heart. She was in love with the melodic way   his gentle fingers moved with sensual touch over her soft silk like skin of art. He started gently around her ears softly prying them open with the quiet richness of her melodies. Each note of his gentle kisses leading her to a sensual abyss, easing her down from the edge, controlling her descent, to her goal. Down the swirling dark and light blends of the music rendered from her soul. She was his instrument on which he placed his soft loving fingers, moving them effortlessly, caressing her most sensual delicate keys…Each body part smoothly rubbed added richness to her sensual sound driven by lust and loving trust.   Her ******* he fondled, licking and kissing, squeezing and rubbing. Silently giving thanks, to her creator for such an amazing instrument. Both of her hands with long slender fingers tangled in the long dark locks of his hair as she eases her maestro’s head up tighter against her soft beautiful mounds. The loving melody continues with his touch now joined with the sound of raindrops splashing into uncovered metal buckets and cans. The drops carried on the breeze through the playful dancing shears came through the other end as nothing more than refreshing cooling mist. Her body was his loving piano, and as with the 88 keys of his magnificent Baldwin, the sensual areas of her equally magnificent body, when properly stroked,  filled not  only the bedroom but the whole house with the most glorious ****** notes known to man.   After a while the symphonic ****** builds as he masterfully impales her with his instrument of love coming into constant contact with the one special key of keys. Its special sound as his strokes came harder and faster brought the whole master piece to a beautiful melodic end as the two lovers bath in the rain’s gentle mist…
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Tired eyes awaken and be at the ready... For today has come with all of yesterday's debris. Tired eyes you try but can't successfully conceal. What the beating heart is dying to reveal. Tired eyes glaze like you can't take anymore. Filled to the brim; these sullen windows to my core. Tired eyes give tears like you do effortlessly. You seem so lifeless save for the drops you carry. Tired eyes you say so much but yet the words are unspoken. I know you quietly wish for a miracle to happen. Tired eyes you reach but your arms are broken. I know you scream out silently; all that's been forgotten. Tired eyes why are you wide open but still you do not see... See the sun rising, revealing all your wants splendidly. Tired eyes I know you are but only waiting. For the picturesque view of your heart's secret painting. Tired eyes it's time and it's the end of a work day. Don't anticipate tomorrow's load; just rest as I lay. Tired eyes I am aware of sweet solace that you truly seek. Tired eyes rest now so that tomorrow you might speak...
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Tired Eyes
Mythical Bird, show me your secret Hatch forth from your shell Plumage of orange and scarlet Emerge glorious from whence you dwell Fiery Bird, you must reveal Your astounding, magical ways Where from these lives you steal Forever reincarnating well into your days Aflamed Bird, you must teach How you reinvent yourself anew With no help within reach Without aid, effortlessly you flew Majestic Bird, take me in Blanket me with your wing Listen and acknowledge my sins With all your wisdom and heart could bring Magical Bird, will you impart? What knowledge you keep Only then, I may start To make my way out from the deep Enchanted Bird, you have to help I'm desperate to rise like you **** your head and hear my yelps Of all the things I'm trying to undo Celestial Bird, if only you could know Intricate workings of this unfounded fixation Why I seem to always wallow An eternal target of sorrow's attention Imaginary Bird, will you demonstrate Your amazing fantastical flight Dipping, gliding, in the air you gyrate Aggressive dance with gravity you fight Mystical Bird, won't you display For unworthy eyes, would you give? Seemingly easy, aloft you stay Even when you know you'd die before you'd live Wondrous Bird, oh how perfect you are I am in awe, I am swooning How you become one with the stars Making the best of the short time you're living Secretive Bird, is it time? Reducing yourself down to ashes Ready to absolve your stint of crimes Reborn perfect, free from previous gashes Ensorcelled Bird, please don't retreat Back into your familiar cocoon I'm uncertain if again we'd meet Just afraid I might be gone too soon
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
Phoenix
Mythical Bird, show me your secret Hatch forth from your shell Plumage of orange and scarlet Emerge glorious from whence you dwell Fiery Bird, you must reveal Your astounding, magical ways Where from these lives you steal Forever reincarnating well into your days Aflamed Bird, you must teach How you reinvent yourself anew With no help within reach Without aid, effortlessly you flew Majestic Bird, take me in Blanket me with your wing Listen and acknowledge my sins With all your wisdom and heart could bring Magical Bird, will you impart? What knowledge you keep Only then, I may start To make my way out from the deep Enchanted Bird, you have to help I'm desperate to rise like you **** your head and hear my yelps Of all the things I'm trying to undo Celestial Bird, if only you could know Intricate workings of this unfounded fixation Why I seem to always wallow An eternal target of sorrow's attention Imaginary Bird, will you demonstrate Your amazing fantastical flight Dipping, gliding, in the air you gyrate Aggressive dance with gravity you fight Mystical Bird, won't you display For unworthy eyes, would you give? Seemingly easy, aloft you stay Even when you know you'd die before you'd live Wondrous Bird, oh how perfect you are I am in awe, I am swooning How you become one with the stars Making the best of the short time you're living Secretive Bird, is it time? Reducing yourself down to ashes Ready to absolve your stint of crimes Reborn perfect, free from previous gashes Ensorcelled Bird, please don't retreat Back into your familiar cocoon I'm uncertain if again we'd meet Just afraid I might be gone too soon
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Hidden behind my desires. Fantasies of ecstasy frustrating me. My body tempting me sensually. Sexuality turning on me, arousing my entity. My fingers betraying me, ****** my body eagerly. Probing between my legs relentlessly, consuming my whole body; selfishly. Weakening my flesh; this tantalizing energy claiming the deepest depths of my ***** Scandalous imagery, mentally ravaging me, seducing me, teasing my lips, guiding my fingertips effortlessly, long fingers dip, disappearing; deep inside of me. My ***** tightens, the feelings heighten. Warm liquids drip, stone hard **** pulling and rubbing it. Wrist twist,palm grinding against my ***** legs clasp, my insides amass giving way, As I spray, my exhausted body collapses.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
Temptress (Explicit)
Watching a seagull floating lazily Through an invisible blue ocean Effortlessly soaring on invisible waves Course dictated by winds currents Piercing eyes watching, senses alert Casting a moving shadow, cross the deep Tracking a path none knows Swooping, surfing ocean’s rollers Wingtips gently kissing wave peaks.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Seagull
It was effortlessly beautiful that night, shining the brightest amongst all. I've never seen it glowing radiantly, such exquisite sight is rarely seen. I ponder upon the beauty, unlike any other day where it was just a crescent and sometimes faded. It reminded me of someone, someone whom I've lost while i was busy searching for the star.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
The full moon
i you say i am honestly not the same person i say one day i woke up honest and i do not know how to undo experience my own eyes and ears and nose and mouth cannot be undone at the moment how do you do it? push that pressure to the back of your mind like that how do you all manage to laugh with a straight face at things that you know aren't really funny i can't fathom it. where you go when you are stomping and ripping and ****** and jeering and laughing and running it's exhausting to watch you ii i apologize if it doesn't make sense that i can't play along but playing along doesn't make sense i could never win a grammy with this tight lipped smile laughing at the expense of others makes me feel more like a paparazzi placating insecurities for currency leeching off the vulnerability you may not think i'm smart but i am smart enough to know this is not 'normal' and there is nothing wrong with staring at you in the rearview and saying "i wish that was really sarcasm" i'll tell you the truth and you don't have to like it and you don't have to like me and i don't have to like you because if there's one thing i know about myself it's that i don't dislike anybody until they show off their callousness hoping it's the right party trick to gain respect iii we watch comedy tv, and you are worried by the way my spine cracks when i let out a uncontrollable laugh dragging on, beginning to spill, and as i try to quell it my whole body shakes with the pressure of it bubbling inside of me you feel all of this beside of me a small volcano with a bent back quaking absorbed by pillows and flowers and cushions not quite right for you wondering why i couldn't laugh like this earlier when we were not alone everyone is looking for something more porous more willing to let in effortlessly and absorb tirelessly that can simply laugh like a stream bubbles and let go of the undercurrent yet we are sharp and uneven and course like logs and the weight of our actions carries much further being shunted downstream by tides of gravity every intention runs it's course every intention speaks volumes if you feel that in your core every day you will uncontrollably think of how every intention defines the quality of the laughter stuck in someone else's head and you will save it for things that are funny
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
honesty, paparazzi, volcanoes, undercurrents
i you say i am honestly not the same person i say one day i woke up honest and i do not know how to undo experience my own eyes and ears and nose and mouth cannot be undone at the moment how do you do it? push that pressure to the back of your mind like that how do you all manage to laugh with a straight face at things that you know aren't really funny i can't fathom it. where you go when you are stomping and ripping and ****** and jeering and laughing and running it's exhausting to watch you ii i apologize if it doesn't make sense that i can't play along but playing along doesn't make sense i could never win a grammy with this tight lipped smile laughing at the expense of others makes me feel more like a paparazzi placating insecurities for currency leeching off the vulnerability you may not think i'm smart but i am smart enough to know this is not 'normal' and there is nothing wrong with staring at you in the rearview and saying "i wish that was really sarcasm" i'll tell you the truth and you don't have to like it and you don't have to like me and i don't have to like you because if there's one thing i know about myself it's that i don't dislike anybody until they show off their callousness hoping it's the right party trick to gain respect iii we watch comedy tv, and you are worried by the way my spine cracks when i let out a uncontrollable laugh dragging on, beginning to spill, and as i try to quell it my whole body shakes with the pressure of it bubbling inside of me you feel all of this beside of me a small volcano with a bent back quaking absorbed by pillows and flowers and cushions not quite right for you wondering why i couldn't laugh like this earlier when we were not alone everyone is looking for something more porous more willing to let in effortlessly and absorb tirelessly that can simply laugh like a stream bubbles and let go of the undercurrent yet we are sharp and uneven and course like logs and the weight of our actions carries much further being shunted downstream by tides of gravity every intention runs it's course every intention speaks volumes if you feel that in your core every day you will uncontrollably think of how every intention defines the quality of the laughter stuck in someone else's head and you will save it for things that are funny
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I knew From the moment we met That you were going to ruin my life And I was going to let you I knew When you picked me up Your arms wrapped around my body With the intention of holding That you were going to drop me More than once And I was going to let it happen See the thing is You could break both of my legs Shatter my bones Into a million pieces And I would still find a way To come crawling back to you Knees bloodied, Hands torn from the pulling I’ve never been one For giving up easily You could effortlessly Take my heart and crack it open Drink its contents Throw the rest away And I would still somehow attempt To give you the remains Call me selfless But I am used to giving parts of myself And receiving nothing in return You could tie my tongue My lips, my teeth Split them into surrender Into a foreign language And I would still manage To cough up your name I have never learned release Or let go I only know stay You could leave One hundred times And I would still wait for your return With patience Because kissing without permanence Is like loving without memory There is no purpose If there is nothing to come back to No reason in attempt If it is bound to be forsaken You had no intention Of staying This was something I knew From the moment we met That you were going to leave And I was going to let you.
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:24 PM UTC
Let
In the wildest place, my mouth stopped with stars, I came to the end of words; the parched mint, bitter paper plank where I lost my balance, on one foot teetering along that roadway where gold- flashing fireflies stand effortlessly on air to send their fragile signal out, every night a nocturne of one less til I and the last firefly danced alone in the wildest place sending our last ignition out to find our kind or else fall quiet and one with the wild that will neither be spelled nor known. ©joyannjones June 2023
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
Walking The Paper Plank
I. Your touch is like bones breaking; unforgettable, and breathtaking.    I know that normally people don't associate love with broken bones   but even when you cause me pain, I am still so effortlessly in love. II. On the day that you made me yours,      you rekindled a fire in me that I thought     had long since died. III. And in those eyes that resemble speckled emeralds,       I see a future brighter than I could have made for myself.      The feeling is treacherous, to love someone more than yourself. IV. The thought of you lingers in my bone marrow,       and it doesn't leave, not even in sleep,         you live within my bloodstream. V. You ignite a fire inside me,      hotter than I knew was possible in relative existence,     and every day I burn for you, slow and consistent. VI. Sometimes I wish you would strip me down       and love me like a limited resource,       like I'm a priceless medal, or gem of iridescent hue. VII. You're the type of guy that gets me to put my phone down         and that's an accomplishment in itself.         you're more interesting than the internet, and that's romanticism. VIII. Your kiss is like electricity, but instead of electrocution,          you send shivers down my spine,         and put the sparkle in my eyes. IX. They say that home is where the heart is,       and before I met you, I'd never been home before,       you are my home. X. I've run out of words to tell you how much I love you     so now my next mission is to transcribe a new language,     to do just that.
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Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
10 Three Line Love Letters for the Love of my Life
I. Your touch is like bones breaking; unforgettable, and breathtaking.    I know that normally people don't associate love with broken bones   but even when you cause me pain, I am still so effortlessly in love. II. On the day that you made me yours,      you rekindled a fire in me that I thought     had long since died. III. And in those eyes that resemble speckled emeralds,       I see a future brighter than I could have made for myself.      The feeling is treacherous, to love someone more than yourself. IV. The thought of you lingers in my bone marrow,       and it doesn't leave, not even in sleep,         you live within my bloodstream. V. You ignite a fire inside me,      hotter than I knew was possible in relative existence,     and every day I burn for you, slow and consistent. VI. Sometimes I wish you would strip me down       and love me like a limited resource,       like I'm a priceless medal, or gem of iridescent hue. VII. You're the type of guy that gets me to put my phone down         and that's an accomplishment in itself.         you're more interesting than the internet, and that's romanticism. VIII. Your kiss is like electricity, but instead of electrocution,          you send shivers down my spine,         and put the sparkle in my eyes. IX. They say that home is where the heart is,       and before I met you, I'd never been home before,       you are my home. X. I've run out of words to tell you how much I love you     so now my next mission is to transcribe a new language,     to do just that.
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They pick at each other like scabs yet never let the wounds feel exposed under their layers of regenerating skin As much as they make bruises with their nicknames and laugh it off as effortlessly as it slipped out their mouths, They are also the love that heals all the pain When one leaves the other two produce more love than usual so that the third is not missed as much But oh. when all three sit around the kitchen table or huddled on the couch You can feel the rainbow stretching further over the earth.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Siblings
I’m never ***** anymore  I used to drip onto the floor Libido was higher, more, my core. But I suppose, no, it was not. Because it waned  Yet  I remained. Yet I miss being effortlessly wet. I know, I know It’s in my head.  But maybe mostly it’s the bed? Say, what’s different about my bedding? Is it that I had a wedding? And now, Linens my sister gifted my ring and I Sacrificed Sprawled beneath some other guy Another lover Oh! dear, I’ve blown my cover. Oh poor dear, my mother. I'm a disgrace, A divorce, at my age? So, is that what stole my soak? You know, you shouldn't marry a man, You don't really know. Is that what dried my dripping ***** A quick **** From a new husband, Who wouldn't hear no. No. It couldn’t be. Far too simple for my psyche
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
Gifted Linens
My classmate from high-school, Roll number 57 - Mohit Kamboj, Is the coolest & the most freaky. I have not seen anyone as awesome, In their give & take with the teacher, He made the class laugh effortlessly!
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
57 - A Fond Living Memory
If somebody asked me if I still loved you I'd say yes If they continued to ask me what I loved about you I would say I loved how you laughed at the things I said. The way you stopped mid sentence and kind of chuckled. You'd cover your mouth and your eyes would dance and your shoulders would shake a little. I would say I loved how your hands played the piano. I always knew that there was some beauty in humans but never like the sight of your fingers dancing over the keys. You played so effortlessly, like it was nothing. I could have listened to you forever. I would say I loved the way you obsessed over your hair. I know I would always rag on you for being too into it, but it was endearing. Whenever you played with it a little I wished that I could do that too. I also loved the smell of the gel you used. I would say I loved how the sun hit your eyes. It would make them spark like you had something witty to say, and most of the time I think you did. The blue would look like the underside of a flame, bright, hot, burning. I think I hurt myself on them. I would say I loved how you breathed. Just sat there breathed. I wish I could have laid my head on your chest for longer, held my breath for longer to hear your heart beating. Sometimes giving up my life just to be in yours seems like a better option. I would say I loved when your glasses would slip down your nose when you were concentrating, whether it be on music or schoolwork. You'd push them back up with the delicate tip of your middle finger, shoving them back up to the safety of the bridge. I would say I loved the way your arms looked around my waist, like there wasn't a single thing that you wished to hold more. Your smooth skin was what I wished I could feel on mine again. I don't think there's another thing I wished I could touch once more. Lastly, I would say I loved how you tried to stick around until the very end. It wasn't easy for you, I know. But ******* it you tried. I think that's what I loved most about you, that you didn't give up because it got too hard. You gave up because you knew that I wasn't ready. I'm never going to be. The only thing I hate is how I have to write all of this as "loved" and not "love" because I'm supposed to have let go of something this trivial a few months ago. I'm sorry.
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
If Somebody Asked
If somebody asked me if I still loved you I'd say yes If they continued to ask me what I loved about you I would say I loved how you laughed at the things I said. The way you stopped mid sentence and kind of chuckled. You'd cover your mouth and your eyes would dance and your shoulders would shake a little. I would say I loved how your hands played the piano. I always knew that there was some beauty in humans but never like the sight of your fingers dancing over the keys. You played so effortlessly, like it was nothing. I could have listened to you forever. I would say I loved the way you obsessed over your hair. I know I would always rag on you for being too into it, but it was endearing. Whenever you played with it a little I wished that I could do that too. I also loved the smell of the gel you used. I would say I loved how the sun hit your eyes. It would make them spark like you had something witty to say, and most of the time I think you did. The blue would look like the underside of a flame, bright, hot, burning. I think I hurt myself on them. I would say I loved how you breathed. Just sat there breathed. I wish I could have laid my head on your chest for longer, held my breath for longer to hear your heart beating. Sometimes giving up my life just to be in yours seems like a better option. I would say I loved when your glasses would slip down your nose when you were concentrating, whether it be on music or schoolwork. You'd push them back up with the delicate tip of your middle finger, shoving them back up to the safety of the bridge. I would say I loved the way your arms looked around my waist, like there wasn't a single thing that you wished to hold more. Your smooth skin was what I wished I could feel on mine again. I don't think there's another thing I wished I could touch once more. Lastly, I would say I loved how you tried to stick around until the very end. It wasn't easy for you, I know. But ******* it you tried. I think that's what I loved most about you, that you didn't give up because it got too hard. You gave up because you knew that I wasn't ready. I'm never going to be. The only thing I hate is how I have to write all of this as "loved" and not "love" because I'm supposed to have let go of something this trivial a few months ago. I'm sorry.
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Hypnotized by you, I am drowning, Day by day. In the emotion, Of your love, Gleefully. I'm drowning wilfully, Really not to be save, Listen when I say. Effortlessly I let my body sink, Not struggling at all to escape, I only fear distance from you. Not the physical distance, But the distance of hearts, A distance of heartbreaks. You say similar things, Claiming I stole your heart, An eternal truth this we share. Dreaming on & on, We even struggle often, Our struggle goes on & on. Looking into these calm dark eyes, On your face full of beauty & truth, I gain an escape from worldly lies. You claim I jinxed you the first time, So true- weren't we bound to meet, It's just Time choreographed this. I can't easily refute the blame, After all I am an equal partner, In this lyrical life & this game. So I bear morally equal liability, As we observe our love garner, After all I am older than you. We can't give into these tough times, Not now, today, tomorrow nor ever, For our relationship is a challenge. A challenge for changing our world it is, A bright change for a brighter future, A betterment of your & my lives. I know you're with me in life, I know you're surely lighter, I know you're much young. Younger than my experience, Younger than my sad lifespan, Younger than my reborn avatar. Happier than my own best happy, Happier than my ever-so-pale face, Happier than my knowledge can be.
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
Hypnotized
Moments like these racing through me: Looking out the bus window, stacks of lights in square, blinded blocks of cement. Golden trees turning brown and barren. But moments like these, I'm miles away, I'm someplace else. Moments like these passing me by: As I wonder through streets, alleyways wafting in dark sewerage; Seafood bistros glaring at me. My hips sway, my feet sink into exotic sand, sunshine warm. Floating effortlessly along the dead concrete, opening my tiny door; this nutshell abode. And I can’t breathe here without moments like these. They are the broken pieces of my longing heart. Slowly keeping me together in these moments’ reality. Moments like these, slipping, speeding away: Like endless traffic in angry madness, in cities that awaken in darkening hours. The tranquil silence in my heart guides me to your faces. One by one I dream for each; For all the things we want, the good things we need; For happiness, love, success. Each thought embedded, embroidered into moments like these: Sitting on a bed, millions of miles away, a cold, rainy day – A heart beating for moments not these. (c) Mel D.  Ltd. 2010
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Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
Moments