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"natrual" poems
Isn't it strange, how you explain to me you don't want to be with me anymore but after that moment, you are kind again, sweet again, everything I want and more... again. And how is it that when our bodies meet, the rest of the world is much smaller than you and I. And how could it be that we are years apart but magnetic like no other, I can feel your pull. How is it that you want to see me now, and I know you wont leave me to bits all scattered across my room. And if I could explain any of what I'm feeling right now to you I know you would be silent and act as if none of this matters at all because we are "just friends now" Friends that kiss, fight, love, scream, **** cuddle... but just friends. Those words have humor in my mind. I can't even think about us being "just friends" or maybe I can with time but you are lying next to me half asleep and I can't remember the last time I wrote poetry while a friend was sleeping next to me. I can't remember the last time my fingers were not keeping up with the thoughts in my mind, or the last time you rolled over with the sunlight hitting your face and you lifted your upper body, and brought your lips slowly together for a kiss. I can't remember the last time you and I were able to spend the weekend at my apartment without having to leave, because of breaking glass and nails scratching chalkboards and not your back in the heat of the night. And then I stop remembering everything of our past, because what I have looking me in the eyes on this bright sunday morning is is the warmest place I could find my heart.
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Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
Natrual light
Isn't it strange, how you explain to me you don't want to be with me anymore but after that moment, you are kind again, sweet again, everything I want and more... again. And how is it that when our bodies meet, the rest of the world is much smaller than you and I. And how could it be that we are years apart but magnetic like no other, I can feel your pull. How is it that you want to see me now, and I know you wont leave me to bits all scattered across my room. And if I could explain any of what I'm feeling right now to you I know you would be silent and act as if none of this matters at all because we are "just friends now" Friends that kiss, fight, love, scream, **** cuddle... but just friends. Those words have humor in my mind. I can't even think about us being "just friends" or maybe I can with time but you are lying next to me half asleep and I can't remember the last time I wrote poetry while a friend was sleeping next to me. I can't remember the last time my fingers were not keeping up with the thoughts in my mind, or the last time you rolled over with the sunlight hitting your face and you lifted your upper body, and brought your lips slowly together for a kiss. I can't remember the last time you and I were able to spend the weekend at my apartment without having to leave, because of breaking glass and nails scratching chalkboards and not your back in the heat of the night. And then I stop remembering everything of our past, because what I have looking me in the eyes on this bright sunday morning is is the warmest place I could find my heart.
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i have found a pond in the tree line. its filled with life that has the natrual beauty that sweeps me away. thres a cat that just sits an the pedistool watching the colorfull fish swim around. his is so patiance just watching the fish swim around with just ceriousity and no attempt to break its posture. the water rippes when the wind passes threw the majestic trees. to me this is a safe haven to me where i can escape the bull **** in life that only want to make me go insane. this place i have found has a pond and a warm hot spring that is wonder full to just ley your mind empty from all the negitvity that swollows you hole. my insanity clears away when i just close my eyes and take in this beauryfull place. its my safehaven to escape so im never going to tell any one cause its only place i can have my mind be cleaned.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
the pond filled with life