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Tell Me You Love MeMy page is always blank.
Just as the glass is always full,
the molecules of H2O
collide with the oxygen, the CO2 in the air
and who knows what else is in the atmosphere?
Because that's not the point.
My page is always blank.
Though my thoughts fill up the empty cavity
that was my mind, a forgotten memory
unearths itself and dictates
that I...cannot write, but only state
the intangible feelings that my mind sends the heart,
that they are, indeed, nonexistent.
Maybe everything I see or seem
as Allan Poe would say
is but a dream within a dream.
Though comatose can cause no pain
when you overdose on novocaine.
The ecstasy pulsing through my ve
will you stay?If… if you know who I am
Will you stay?
Will you still laugh and smile
And cry those honest tears
Will you still be you
When you’re with me?
Or will you fade away
Like the rest?
I… I’m used to hiding
I’m… I’m okay with it
When you ask those questions
Do you really want to know
And, if you do…
Will you be able to accept it all?
I… I love you
I hope you will at least stay ‘cause
I need you
More than you need me
Even though I don’t show it much
Cause like I said
This is only a glimpse
The vulnerable part
Are you… willing
I gaze at you somewhat calmly I gaze at you somewhat calmly
Watching you leave through that door
I turned away not even looking back
And I know that you must hate me now
Girl? It was for the best
You deserve someone who won’t hurt you
I can’t guarantee your happiness
When I held you in my arms
When you whispered the words of love
You have no idea how torn I was inside
You never leave
Because neither you nor I
Shall open that door again
I am sorry…
I loved you
It was my mistake
I won’t do it again
Forever True?This will break
Our relationship or make
Our relationship; so
Let me see how this goes
I am a girl
You are too
I am lesbian
Be mine forever true?
BoyI love you, you know it more than I do,
I want a window across the road from yours,
I want your soul surrendered,
Your scent - lavender,
Innocence gleaming and bouncing off your skin,
Pondering over a lost fin,
Your helpless smile,
They tell me things I don't need to know,
They try to break your and my flow,
Shallow on Mondays,
our souls turn blue,
charcoal black - your eyes' hue,
I love you, you know it more than I do.
solving puzzlesyou once said you walked up to me
and we became friends
because you noticed i was watching
Sherlock. and you thought that was
and now, fast-forward to almost a year later -
and you've snuck your way into my metaphors
and all the words i'd ever known
and now i'm struggling to understand it
like the way i can never understand you.
because i've always used verse
to try and understand my world
but what do i do when you have rendered
my ability to comprehend things
as useless as the effort i give
to try and piece together all your mysteries
like some kind of jigsaw puzzle
which refuses to fit together.
but you once said that it's
His Forbidden FruitWaiting and waiting
For me to be yours.
Opportunity comes yet again,
But you let it slip away.
"Why can't I just tell her?"
"Would she even be mine?"
Filling the void within.
Using other women
To try and satisfy you.
Nothing seems to work.
The only face you see is mine.
A desire so strong
And it must be yours.
A forbidden fruit.
Never has something so sweet
Been upon your lips
The one thing you want,
But cannot have.
The burning in your very soul
That aches for me.
But you have lost me yet again
And wonder why you didn't speak
When you had the chance.
Opportunity is still here
Wondering if you will speak.
But speak now because
Sun Childyou're at a party, another one.
i'm glad you have fun.
you smile just like the sun.
it makes me feel
but one thing.
that this this real
and not a lie.
Doldrumsyou stare at me,
you stare at me with ice-cold eyes,
I can't read you, you see,
and I find it no surprise,
you mutter an unpleasant word,
you tell me your vision is blurred,
you break the table down,
your smirk at my frown,
i break my repose,
you try to fly,
i smile and it flows,
it flows to your heart
and turns dry
Hay Dos Cosas Que Nunca Te DijeHay dos cosas que nunca te dije
Hay dos cosas que nunca te dije y jamás te diré
Pues hay una tercera que nunca te dije:
Nunca supe decirte las cosas
Are You Ready?Here we are and here we stand,
On the cusp of something that could blossom.
I see the edge and the wind at our backs,
We are creeping toward that edge.
I am swept up by the scent and the energies that surround us,
Is this real or merely what is expected?
I see the light upon the horizon,
Is it the sun or merely a reflection?
Here comes the big decision,
Are we ready to jump and fall to the depths?
I feel the energies cheering us on,
We both look at each other with anticipation.
"Are you ready?"
WORDS OF LOVEAs the sun warms the earth, you warm my heart.
As the rain quenches the earth’s great thirst,
you quench my thirst for love.
As both the sun and rain make the plants on earth
grow, you make love grow inside of me.
Every moment I am with you is precious to me and
when you are away from me, I long for you.
When you make love to me, it is too special for words
to describe. To be that close with you, to touch you
and be touched by you.
I would only like to spend the rest of my life
loving you and being loved by you.
When it is my time to part from this world,
I will leave knowing that I have been truly loved.
deari want to write you a poem
from the constellations in the sky
i'd gather them by size shape brightness
paint a photo of your eyes
hope the glimmer would explain to you, dear
everything i feel inside
even though you fear to trust me
fear i'll break your heart
fear of unrequited love
has begat you from the start
i fear it in myself too, dear
i fear to manipulate
that which remains in our innocence
i fear to initiate
we both see we are almost perfect, dear
yet i fear you may not love me as i love you
yet i have a feeling
you fear the same thing too
ShorelineI come to you with a heart so heavy
that it could weigh down the sun or the moon.
I've spent too much of my time worrying
about barflies and playground-scraped knees.
I come to you with hands overflowing
with hopes and dreams and insecurities.
I've only come to you because I want to do good;
I want to help, but I also want to be helped.
I don't have all of the answers.
I am young, and naive, and spinning.
You don't need to point me in the right direction
so long as I know that I can always find my home where your heart lives;
because my heart lives on your shoreline,
on your blurred edges and your pull out couch where
one time, I hid a lul
Happy Mothers Dayhappy mmothers day 2013 imma qo a quick rap b4 the day ends
happy moms day shouts to ma mother who worked hard all her life rasin wonderful kids you got a lawyer daughter an a man like me to tage charge like a ragin bull, u be doin ya thang but i luv ya cooking and all the stuff youve gotten for me and the homework help you aint like those other moms who let they kids do what they want... guys drool over you but
dey know you taken like da movie wit a sequal, all yo degrees on ya wall, you a manager in charge of ya own life you tought me everything i rememebr those rides to school talkin before i get out an id call you when i got hom
Beauty and the BeastChapter 1 Hello
Hinata Hyuga. That was the name of the girl running through the empty streets of Konoha with rain soaking her. It was the last day of the rainy season for the year and the worst storm ever to hit. Hinata stopped at the nearest place which was the Konoha library, she rung out her shoulder length indigo hair from the rain and wiped off the water from her face and opened her eyes that were colored white with a lavender tint. She walked through to the nearest bookshelf and started looking for a book. No book in particular, just a book that would strike her i
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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