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alt. title: "(how to write like ee cummings....but without the talent)"
Si   lent
             fig   ures
                           un   der   a   du   vet
I do not know them
                            the pic   ture is not clear e   nough
                            I simp   ly can't
i  ma   gine   the   breath
              on a   no   ther one’s skin
                             crack   le be   tween   fin   gers
and so - called sparks
                             but I would dis   cover
                             the wi   res that con   nect us
und   er   stand our net   work
              like a be   guil   ing lab   y   rinth
                             quick blink - touch   es
qui   et   ly
                            crad   le your name
                            as if it were
a snow   flake
Written: February 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time.
NOTE: Many of my older poems will be deleted from HP over the next two months as I am dissatisfied with them, and I do not enjoy using HP as much.
Kevin D Aug 2011
I wake hearing the
Dog scratch, but I hope its you
Turning the door ****.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU
ARE THINKING AND IT'S KILLING
ME, but I don't mind.

The morning you woke
Up and kissed me is the reas-
on I won't give up.

You make me feel like
A seventeen year old girl.
It's good to feel, though.

I'd be happy you're
Home, but instead of my fail-
ures, I think of you.

You are a vampire.
When you are near me, you drain
Me of all I am.

I wish I played an
Instrument, so I could make
You feel how I feel.
I missed you, Texas didn't.

Haikus for a girl who doesn't care.
calion Mar 2014
the clouds were
troubling
her again.
but like a
roof over
her head, he
makes the clouds
disappear.
but caves and
roofs and struct-
ures and build-
kings collapse
even the
sturdiest
structures will
break. even
you will break.
but breaking,
at times, is
positive.
because when
you break, you
find those who
truly care
about you.
I care abo-
ut you dear.
darling, you
seem so strong.
but when will
the pressure
get to be
too heavy
for you? when
you break, I
wanna be
there. I wish
to see your
fragile bones
snap under
the pressure
that has been
accumu-
lating for
years. almost
as an "i-
told-you-so."
you will break.
I wanna
watch you snap
and break and
crumble. you
will, I know
you will. ev-
entual-
ly. and I
will be there
to watch and
to help. even
though I want
to see you
break, I don't
want you to
break. I just
need to know
you feel in-
side. do you
have a heart?
do you feel
things? I need
to see you
break; I need
to have proof.

— The End —