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Sydney Victoria Oct 2012
You Held Me Tight In Your Arms,
The Night Air Nipping At Our Skin,
Our Breath Clouds Of Warmth,
Mixing Underneath The Stars
"I Love You," You Said, Your Hands Meandering,
Up And Down My Spine,
Trying To Keep Me Warm,
In The Frosty Octobor Night
Corn Stalks Gently Grazed Our Jeans,
You Held Me Close,
Perplexing The Lurking Demons,
Warming My Blood,
With Your Lips*
"I Love You Too," I Said Holding Your Shoulders
You Wrapped Me In Your Arms,
Folding Our Souls Together,
Like An Ormagami Crane,
And You Kissed My Cheek,
Our Frozen Fingers Entwined

"Don't Ever Leave Me," You Said Lovingly,
As You Burried Your Face Into My Neck,
And Kissed It Lightly
I Lay My Head On Your Shoulder,
And The Goosebumps On My Skin Faded,
As My Body Enjoyed The Cold

"I Won't" I Murmered,
You Stared Into My Eyes,
And Pulled Me Closer,
Our Lips A Millimeter Away,
You Know What I Like

I Felt Your Breath As You Asked,"What Would You Say If I Asked You To Marry Me?"
Even Though It Was Only 2 Seconds,
The Space Imbetween That Question,
Felt Like Two Hours,
Honestly I Never Wanted That Moment To End

"I Would Say Yes, Why?"
I Could Feel Your Pulse Rise,
And Your Skin Start To Warm

"Because Someday I'm Going To Ask You, And Give You A Diamond Ring, Almost As Beautiful As You"
I Smiled
A Reflection To Yours
As We Sat Under
The Yellowish Cresent Moon

"Then It's A Yes"
I Laughed
My Annoying Kackly Laugh
The One You Love

"Can I Kiss You?"
My Eyebrows Lowered
In Sarcastic Annoyence
But I Giggled

"Fine"
As You Kissed Me
I Smiled

"Please Take My Sweatshirt," You Begged Me
I Noticed My Shivering Body
The Hairs On My Arms Rose
And My Fingers Felt
As If They Belonged To A Dead Person

"Okay" I Reluctantly Said
*You Put Your Sweatshirt Over My Shoulders
And As You Cuddled Me Closer
And Kissed My Lips One Last Time
I Opened My Eyes
The Light From The Moon
Streaked Across My Face
Suddenly I Heard You Whisper
Goodnight
As We Stood On My Doorstep
Goodnight I Replied
Really Really Gushy Again Haha! This Is Not 100% True If You're Wondering || Truly Our Time Together Flies By, I Hope Someday It Will Never End:(
The space imbetween when we're cuddling tightly
Is far too much
How do you think the distance effects us?
Fredward Nov 2013
When last did you relish in your sadness.
I mean felt it, till it consumed you.
Used you, ruled you.
I mean you let it take control
and you bathed in it.

You realised it then
The uncontrollable wave of happiness that followed.
Like a flurry of antibodies fighting,
fighting your self inflicted illness.
Moved you from stillness.

People keep themselves distracted,
they never really fully indulge in either.
But what is life without indulgences.
What is life without the extremes.
What is life if its always imbetween. Life.
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
Cities Dot The World Below Me,
Their Lights Reflecting Off Translucent Smog,
The Trees Wave To Me In My Flight,
As Mountains And Canyons Bellow From My Sound,
I Am In The Middle Of The Sky,
Just A Couple Thousand Feet Away From The Stars,
If Only These Wings Could Take Me A Bit Higher,
Then That--Would Be Flight,
Miles Pass By In Seconds Below My Lifted Body,
As My Eyes Hold Millions Of People Imbetween Weary Glances,
Pressurized Air Fills My Earthenware Like Lungs,
As My Ears Pop With Unsatisfying Pain,
Is This How Airborn Embers Feel?
And As I Fade Into The Impending Night,
My Reflection Disappears In The Atmosphere's Haze,
Graceful As The Clouds Underneath Me
This Was Just A Quick Poem I Wrote 30,000 Feet Above The Ground
Napolis Apr 2019
it has
been a
field mouse's
moment
since
you have
been here..

there to
now.
a twenty
year blink of
an eye.

and a
million
smiles
imbetween.

marriage
it never
has been
a roller
coaster ride
with you.

only the holding
our hands
high into the
air
and laughing
with the
sun.

the joy
has just
been
greater,

the love
has just
been deeper.

and the
journey
is that
which
heaven
surely

must be

made of

because
in my life

I have
tasted it

and you.

and it
is sweeeeeeeeet.
Caught up in a paradox
Missing you before you arrive
And just before you leave
But also dreading the imbetween
The count down period for when you leave
We only get one night
But I'll hold it together
Fight the urge to cry
Knowing the next one is in plain sight
lotti123 Aug 2015
You make me smile
Check mark the box next to Good
Your not the 6foot tall dark and handsome i had longed dreamed about
somewhere imbetween checked good and bad
I look at this list I've made of you and there is only three things that draw to the negative
And the good outweighs it all
so maybe it time for me to stop trippin
Except the love I have been given
NOt used to being loved in such away
By a stranger who wanted know me in every way
And me fighting every step of the way
Been hurt so long
by too many nameless people
who are just face
and a memory now
Hard to accept anything good
when it's Givin
You almost don't know how to react
Gotta let yourself be happy
And let the good things play out
Life is a circle
& we all marely exist
only a few truly learn, lives & impact.

We are purpose design
destiny oriented being
Predordained by devine conscience Will to transmit waves of frequency in sequence everlasting,

But how we spend our time
determines our fate,
for everything changes under cause & effect
but nothing truly dies,

The wind is our Universal camera
capturing every moment before
they disappear,
& in her whisper she sings...

Seduction is as sweet as death
that's why it leads to the grave
poverty a bitter hell,
pity those who feel the pain.

But he who gathers every gale of the wind & wrapped up the clouds in his cloak is rebirth;
becoming master over consequence
& It's poisonous sting (distortion)!

Flowing freely
imbetween high vibration
& low frequency
& their twist & turns perfectly
In sequence,

With his spirit
as young as morning dew
soul as old as the sea
emotions well tamed
as the rainbow hue
mind like ounces of gold
purely refined
& nerve fibre as cool as the breeze

living in forever essence & value
free from noise, disturbance, distraction & distortion

having eternal drive;
comfortably balanced
in the standard of
his purpose & destiny,


Having excellent desires
processing devine thoughts only
tending supreme observation
transmuting waves of passion
In sequence
& becoming a perfectly design conscience Will of his ORISHÀNLÀ 101

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