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I have been too sad to tell you.I have been too sad
to tell you that I love you
when I am tearing my hair out
and smashing my bones on the floor
to make myself whole.

And I have been too sad
to tell you that I love you
when you are keeping my hands
from pulling at my skin,

when you are holding my body down to the
safety of the floor with your arms wrapped
around my chest as though maybe they can
keep my sadness still.

But lover, I am not too sad
to write this poem backwards on
your face with my lips.

I hope that one
day you look in the mirror
and it's there, loving you
as much as I do.

What am I without my words, love?What am I without my words, love?
I could try to write them down
They wouldn't be nearly as elegant as you, love
I could try to sing them out
But they wouldn't sound as beautiful as you look, love
I could try to publish them
But would you hear them or see them, love?
I could try to pour my words into a cake
But would you be able to taste them, love?
I could try to just say them, scream them, moan them
But would you ever hear me, love?
Would you notice me, love?
The ugly lonely nowhere girl in the corner of the world
Yearning for the pretty everywhere girl in the spotlight
Tell me, love, cuz the universe will not show me
Will I have to write d

SkinforestToo tired to sleep
bird kiss bastard chase
a real hero
stuck inside a human being
memphis blues again
bejesused
buried in your body
nervous system flesh baptism
innocent hotel
standing at the top step
leaning back and
getting payed somehow in
highland wine
halos over every noise you make -
pennies pressed in Ålesund -
the chance to see your face forgetting death

Fairy TaleMoonlight flickers through your hair
as you slowly draw hearts on my chest
when I look down at you
I see past the ink, past.. well the past
and I see the woman I love.
You smile as you ask me why I'm looking at you
and I tell you that even when you don't fill my vision
you're all that I see
the green trees remind me of your eyes
the night sky fills me with thoughts of your hair
the wind brings memories of your skin softly gliding across mine
and you wonder why I love you.
It's because when everyone else gave up on me
you were there
when the world was full of darkness
you were my ray of hope.
I will always love you
and I know that somehow, som

Eye to Eye, Heart to Heart 2Eye to Eye, Heart to Heart 2
For Puabi
When we see eye to eye
When we join heart to heart
When the mind has sought rest
When the body seeks to touch
In the quiet of the night
When all around has ceased to move
What comes into our minds
And stays without end?
"Love!"
We both want it
We both need it
We find it
In each other's heart
It was always there

Mix Tape BabyI wandered into here…138, hello
Dropped a vibe into this place
Dancing, dancing by myself
Unaware that you are watching me

I’m drumming out a beat
Painting the colours of my life
Tortured, rebellious…broken
But still a believer in love

Will you save me from this lonely dance?
Make me believe when I believed no more?
Hear my need, but know I’m damaged
An angel and a demon, all rolled into one

I’ll beckon you then be afraid to let you close
But I want you close…I want you
I want you to love my dance, my complexity
And I want to love yours

Come play with me, I’ll make you laugh
Be strong for me, I

The Proposal ~ AlternateTalking idly, hand in hand
We walk along the golden sand
Watching the world and ships sail by
Waiting for the sun to leave the sky
As it dips and begins to wane
I'm gripped by nerves once again
It knots my stomach in a ball
As to my knee I stiffly fall
My tongue feels heavy, a slab of lead
Trapping my words inside my head
Kneeling there, under your gaze
All the world, a misty haze
The sun still shines, but I feel cold
Until I open, the box of gold
I see you smile, and feel assured
With my nerves completely cured
The question is asked, with such glee
My dearest love, marry me?

As I go walking by , I saw youAs I go walking by , I saw you walking in , the light hit your house as if I was still in it ,
somehow how I've lost my skin , as your nerve crept on in , take me to your home I'd like to know you again.

Being careful what I wish for I forget I'm just human, if I was with you now , then I would never see her face , how we walked explained our story and how we talked was how we made it up
, I'd love to be unique like you but how I was raised would never allow that.

Somebody saw my intentions and I was scared you would too , as much as I feel like part of a growing ball of infectious doomed slime I want to contribute with you and forget what

Tonight's Forecast Of A Confessionwill you be the boy who colors
on my
fading
fairy
tales

or who re-writes
the beginning
of my
faith.

fingerprints : smudged in the shape of a cross
a melancholy song, love stories
purple mouths promising late night
gasps into pillows
loud couch springs, laughter

: tasting like cigarettes
cheap beer, city air and bloodshot eyes
lazy smiles and freedom, liberation from
any trace of shame
my incestuous spark-plug, set me on fire again

: spontaneity, spinning
vodka slipping down my chin, disappearing
into the tacky music
optimistic, selfish
regrettable and forgotten

: stained with smoke and dirt
the dust collected on your conscience
syncopation
lost in spiderwebs, rooftops, mistaken identity
too blonde to be a vil

Westmorelandi.

I hadn't seen you days and
you were in a new place
I was nervous
dropped off under a jungle
trondheim
an empty porch
Willie lives here
this door is bigger than I could have dreamed and
you are a kitten crawling out
fucked up on klonopins
saying prayers and
our last hellos and
to the gates
for you
into labrynthian

ii.

Another time another place
there's Heather in the magazines
out of jail - in front of television
half her hair in curlers
Willie says hello
looks 87
scares me with his skin
worries me for him
it's vacuum packed and
I can see amongst its layers
everything I can expect from life
from prison time
tonight

iii.

Kitchen trips
s

AmsterdamLast night I had dreams of Amsterdam.
Red lights, coffee shops, cannabis.
White girls, with Dutch accents, telling me
of how they never loved a brown man.
I could see those words to be true,
but such words, on these ears, were nothing new.
Any other time I would of been the wiser
but Amsterdam you hypnotized me:
your daisy lips,
canal street eyes,
windmill hips;
I fell in love.

Amsterdam, I fell not in love with such gifts
you were graced with, but with you, the thought, the essence.
A man looking from the outside can find a thousand of yous,
but what you possess on the inside is rare...

As time has a tendency to pass, it did
and with it

Odds and Evens"I like odds,"
she said, smiling
the curiosity or quirk
giving definition
to the dimples in her cheek.
We split the candy evenly
but now she gets seven
and I get five.

"I like these odds,"
she said, smiling
the litter of kittens
filling her to the brim
with love, lightning in
her eyes like snow and ice.
We split the cats by sex
but now she gets seven
and I get five.

"I like those odds,"
she said, smiling
at the ultrasound, unbound
by the lines in her face,
defined by defying her destiny.
We merged our lives like
the trees we planted
in our backyard,
twisting together over all our years
and yet bearing peaches or apricots
no matter how many

Let's restart our love storyCan we take a moment,

Take back all the words we regret.

Can we pretend like we’re strangers?

Let’s fall for each other again,

and if we mess it up again,

Let’s restart again.

Take back all the pain we caused,

Erase all of our hurt.

Let’s restart again,

and again till we get it right.

Cause there’s something about you,

That makes me fall for you,

Over and over,

So let’s start over as strangers.

Go on,

Introduce yourself,

And let’s find the love story meant for us.

Even if it’s pretend,

The magic is still surrounding us,

So let’s rewind till we memorize,

Memorize our lov

True LoveWhen you're gone,
That ache in my heart won't go away.
You'll always be a part of me
Whether I like it or not.
But all that really matters
Is right here and now.
I love you.

When your eyes met mine
It was love at first sight.
We spent every minute together.
Yeah, we've gotten into arguments,
But we've always made up.
And when you kissed me that very first time,
I knew right away
We were meant to be.

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by =WrathOfReeses, Feb 21, 2010, 7:53:18 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

Just listen to my heart and feel the steady beats.
     One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
The rhythm will never change.
     Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
As long as you are here with me.
     Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.
You steadied the pattern and patched up the holes.
     Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen.
My life began again when we said "Hello"
     Nineteen.

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Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Post-Teen (Mature) / Free Verse

I'm horrible with keeping up with dates and all sorts of things of that nature. Once again this was just a really quick bit I wrote in one of my classes. I'm getting good at ignoring my Physics teacher xD

Oh and nineteen does have some significance. I didn't just pick a random number

~MissTown Feb 21, 2010

I really, really REALLY like this. The beat-counting is really great.
I miss your writing.

=WrathOfReeses Feb 21, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

I'll really try to post more writings! I promise. I miss it a lot as well.
And thank you very much! <33

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