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ryn Nov 2015
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  •  they say light-
ning never stri-  
kes •  twice in       
the very same          
place•not as              
if it chooses                  
the  person                      
it likes•nor                          
has it targ-                              
   eted a familiar face • growing  
accustomed to these repeated  
                    jolts•i stay fro-
               zen in anticip-
           tion•for subs-
       equent influx
     of volts•is th-
 is love or me-
re petty infa-    
tuation?•ca-        
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       cause  time...  and again,  
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Kes Long Feb 2016
Dear thirak,

I'll keep you safe,

I'll keep you warm.

If ever there comes a storm,

Dare not worry,

Stay calm; I will be your charm.

I will take your hands and guide you through

this perilous journey of what life brings new;

Good or bad;

Happy or sad,

I will not leave you even when I'm mad;

I will walk with you till the skies turn blue;

all because my heart is true.

-Kes Long.
Kes Long Feb 2016
Leaves rustle down from the trees,
The moon rises high up into the sky.
Reminiscing your smile,
. . . It has been awhile.
Times may change, interests may adapt, but every second with you makes it all feel right in place, intact. Some may say I'm crazy, some may say I'm blind, but when I am with you I call them swine; love is happy, away you are -happy turns sublime; for when you are with me I feel inclined, my days may often be lonely, my nights may be cold, but when I see you; nothing seems to get old.

- Kes Long
Cycling past buisness girls on his way through Camden town
between towering grey buildings and tourists that frown

The lights turns to red and like a one legged man at the curb
he drifts off to a land that to some, seems absurb

Where honey-eyed tales of piglet and Pooh
are driven  by toads tooting, ****- ****- poo

Peddling along the reeling, rolling,rambeling road some drunkard guy made
on famiular BBC air waves his voice often played

Through rich green ridings, wild moor and dales
2-50 stands the church clock that so sweetly never fails

Hatless on Ilkley, bathed and bathed in York
tea-time fancies at Harrogate, whilst watching like some Kes pearched hawk

Nodding and humming to  sounds of the Brighouse and Rastric bands
and still finding time to paddle a little,
                                                                                 on sun drenched Gigglewick sands

Red turns to green as he wobbles and peddles away down Boris's yellow brick road
To Settel, for supper with
                                                       Raty
                                                            ­         Mole
                                                            ­                         Badger
                                                                ­                                           and Toad
Kes Long Feb 2016
Like the warmth from the tropical sun,

Like the oceanic currents within the seven seas,

My love for you will have no reprieve,

always thinking of the days you are near,

of the ways you make my worries disappear,    

Of the light you bring when nothing seems clear.

Felicity,

clarity;

My kismet.

- Kes Long.


Dear, I love you so much ❤ Nattida Liyeekay
PK Wakefield Jan 2011
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Kes Long Feb 2016
I thought I should let you know:

Sometimes, the best feeling,

Is knowing that I will always feel warmth

nestled within your embrace,

and with your tender grace,

love,

kindness,

virtue,

and selflessness;

What a beautiful and enchanting place.

-Kes Long.
Kes Long Mar 2016
Sitting alone on this seat.

Floating back to Singapore . . .

What I would give to always be by your side.

Dwelling ~

Yearn for your warm, kind, ever thoughtful words, or maybe just for the sound of your voice;

Something to let me know you are near;

Something to let me know you are safe.

Like when you ask me why do I always gaze into your eyes,

In retrospect, I realise;

When I look at your eyes, it feels like a privilege every single time,

It's almost as if, I am chanced to have a peak into your beautiful soul;

Genuine,

Warm,

Compassionate,

Respectful of all things and beings,

Loving,

Discerning,

Virtuous,

Confident,

Just a few of the characteristics I have felt whenever I look into your eyes;

It never fails to evoke an innate sense of appreciation for you, within me;

I often, find myself reminded, like an ever-recurring echo deep in my heart, of the saying:

"The eyes are the windows of the soul".

I love you and I always want to be with you;

I wish to keep you happy,

safe,

in good health,

to be both, your other-half,

and your best friend,

to understand your needs,

emotions;

to regard them,

respect them,  

to nurture them;

Like you have been doing for me.

I also need you to know;

I appreciate you,

I love you,

I care for you,

I want to always be there for you;

You are the epitome of my being;

Once again,

My kismet.

- Kes Long.
Love poem longdistancerelationships relationships nattidaliyeekay
Penelope Winter Apr 2017
quarter notes
inside jokes
sheet music
horsehhaired bows
für elise
japanese
german slang
cheesy memes
walking home
desert roam
always stealing
vicky's phone
late night chats
baseball caps
unfinished homework
evil cat
texts from bae
too much ballet
lonely waltzes
that you play
hard quartets
"fight me" threats
accidentally
sto*** clarinets
lunchtime tune
music room
flirty conversations
that you ruin
little night light
embers bright
won't you leave me
inspired to write
someday you'll see
how much you mean to me
my dearest friend,
i pray you'll never leave.
a poem only he will understand

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