| My poetry comes mainly from my dreams. I'm a romantic, and it shows. I like opinions. |
Number 13, First Kissoh, just hold my faceNumber 13, First Kiss
and tell me you what you'll never show
in that cold front you give to me.
don't beg, don't beg, i could not abide
begging,
from you, of
all people!
you told me to open my eyes-
i remember when you said i had them closed,
it was from some mild argument.
the ones we have all the time
and you just have to win
-and looked straight into your eyes, an inch away.
(i love your eyes in sunlight
and i think that brown is the best eye color there is. &n
A Score of Passionate Applesif your voice was as black as your hairA Score of Passionate Apples
or as pale as your skin
if your voice was as black as your skin was pale;
back to where i started,
full of lines to never cross,
i woke to the sun in my room.
my voice was as pale as my skin
your voice was as dark as my hair
and my words only got darker.
my very chains and i grew friends
but
it didn't bestow. it took
to the level of scores of apples:
beg for me and always more-
there will always be more
-the sou
Number 24, First Kissah, the first time your lips met his;Number 24, First Kiss
so soon after seeing them for the first time.
as you thank him for water
he takes your face
and shows you into a new underworld
where it's hard to breathe,
takes your memories and turns them fast-forward
to the silent film decade of your three months:
here's the world as you know it
and here's the world as it is,
where quiet and deadly sadness already reign.
speed up into your firsts:
the kiss that sank you into your dreams
that never real
Number 24, First Kiss Part 2you can shake all you want, girl,Number 24, First Kiss Part 2
and try to think that nothing could go wrong.
you can maintain your innocence for so long,
you can be excited for this first kiss.
you can close your eyes and dare to trust,
but you weren't looking for the future;
the sadness and confusion,
the accusation of betrayal
that hurts inside your soul.
the further and further you go,
the closer you get,
and when it's gone you can just see yourself close your eyes and cry;
cry that terrible cry behind your hands.
| My poetry comes mainly from my dreams. I'm a romantic, and it shows. I like opinions. |
Devious Journal Entry
Regretful
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On ne voit rien , On n'entend rien , Mais cependant quelque chose rayonne en silence
[ CupCake ]
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who needs drugs when you have cookies and guns?
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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
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I won't rip out these pages because I swore I'd never lie to you.
much appreciated!!
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Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
--
Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
I reward you with a song!
Leaning in by Blue States
Enjoy~
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It's terrible what you see but what you hear is--
If your poem had a body I would press my ear against its chest and breathe happiness at the beat of the heart.
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Come to the edge, he said,
They said: We are afraid
Come to the edge, he said.
They came,
He pushed them,
...and they flew.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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