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Geno Cattouse Jul 2014
Miss your smile baby. Its been awhile. I put it in a box
Shoved it under the bed. All this time you stayed in my head.

Like the old lady said... Day one... had to clear some things.

Want to hold you closer than close. Eligant one. No not elegant..
Sweet with your eyes shut tight when you smile.
You still reading me  ?

Never seen anything quite like you... the poet in me is a question.
So.
I know you tune in. And
Yes. This is my life.
Realing.
Healing.
Come closer...feel the heat.
No pretensions.
I am what  I am
Nothing
Less.
Nothing
More.
Ryan Jan 2016
Ocean waves crash in eligant chaos,
the calm fury rattles in my ear.
The hazy beams of the sun bless my face,
my skin retreats to a relaxing sweat.
I feel the mushy sand bond between my feet,
as a refreshing gust of wind passes through.
The wildlife syncronizes in sound,
mother natures conducts her orchestra.
This is the true design of life,
This is my Utopia.
When you have no where else to go, go here.
Ryan Jan 2016
Strong beating heart left quiet inside,
banished into confinement, unwanted.
Seeping at the seams, ready to burst,
unconditional love in good faith.
Tricking rain running down my neck,
the closet touch that I'll ever get.
Dancing with desire, eligant steps,
thunderous passion yet to be ignited.
Heated sensations left to be teased,
an unquenched thirst unsatisfyed.
Lauren Cardente Jun 2017
I'm not a romantic or the one you like
It's not been reiterated
And it hasn't for months
I'm not a beauty with eligant pearls or nearly five, two
I'm not who you want to see
I can look right through
I don't feel it
I'm not your cup of tea
So please stop insulting me
There's a push as I try to hold you
A pull away as I try to take your hand
You don't like me like I do you
There's a pause and swaying for a month or two
You sit in silence when I speak the words
You told me all I am is blue
Too bad you didn't see the other colors too
Months ago I wrote for the last line: "I wish you saw the other colors too" sometimes it's good to give poems time just like anything really.

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