"nen" poems
Don't be afraid to die a little,
for the parts of you who die
fertilize the parts of you
who yet grow.
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Habt nicht Angst vor 'nen bisschen Sterben,
für die Teile von dir wer sterben
nähren die Teile von dir
wer noch wachsen.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
I have completely lost it
It's like there is a hack done in my heart
It can't be undone
You are like a virus that quickly spread into my system
Your presence consumes me
Your love strikes me down to my very core
It's an exhilarating feeling whenever I am with you
Help me please I cannot breathe anymore
You give me reasons to love life, to love myself more
What did I ever do to deserve you?
I am inlove with you, need I say more?
And I sure can tell that you we are on the same page
**** son, I cannot hide these feelings anymore
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
This is the story of an aching love.
A hopeless schoolgirl kind of thing.
He was a basketball star player on
The Monticello Mustangs team,
Not showy, but quiet and a little shy.
He was glorious to look at
through the lenses of my brown eyes.
I had to work to learn his name-
it was Finnish, spelled Laulainen.
I said it lots of different ways until I heard
somebody say it right-
Ed Law lie’ nen
All the bells rang out and bluebirds sang
As I crooned and whispered that magic name
In the quiet of my room.
I never had a class with him-
he was a year ahead.
He wasn’t part of rowdiness
when passing in the halls
from one lesson to the next.
If he walked past I turned into
A pillar of salt dyed crimson
From the blood that burst my heart.
I don’t recall now how I came to have it
But I had a small creased snapshot of him and
I slept with it under my pillow every night.
I touched it and looked at it and imagined
him touching me. The thought of him
kissing me was far beyond my wildest dreams
I suspect my mom knew it was there,
but she never said a word
And I guarded it like my virginity.
And my best friend had no idea.
He never knew I was alive-
he didn’t know my name.
I was one of the nameless girls
That are present but unseen.
One day I was sent to the cafeteria
For something the teacher needed.
Standing by the now closed door
Was God Who Walked The Earth,
Ed Laulainen in the flesh.
The shock of standing next to him
paralyzed my tongue.
I dared not look at him
and finally only said “Is anybody there”.
Did he answer - I don’t know.
I was terrified and in paroxysms
of ecstasy. I was sharing the same air he breathed.
He left Junior High for Senior High and I lost track of him.
But I loved him with ferocious fervor and wishful longing
If desire could have made him mine, Midas would have
been poor by comparison.
OccasionallyI think of him and the plain little girl who worshipped him.
Where did he go - how did he grow - what kind of life did he live.
In ten more years the little girl could have most anyone she wanted
but the crinkled photo stayed in a trinket box for a long,long time before
it washed away on the tides of new loves, real loves, and living.
I wish I could see him once again to tell him the story of
the little girl who chose him to love with all her soul and first flush of emotion.
ljm
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
Nothing is nandemonai......
Sorry goes Gomen na sai......
Thank you is Arigatou.....
I see is Naruhodo.....
Power is chikara......
But goes dakara.......
What is nani......
Legend is densetsu.....
Story is monogatari......
Promise is yakusoku........
Protect is mamoru......
School is gakuen......
Fireworks are hanabi......
Eat is tabetai......
Understand is wakarimashta.....
Awesome is sugoi......
Strong is siyoi......
Sword goes ken.......
Spirit goes nen......
Ok goes daijobu......
Really is honto......
Lunchbox is bento.......
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC