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Sometimes my left side tells me
that I'm coming on too strong
like a tidal wave of too good of intentions
and my right side wishes that these
waves would do nothing more but turn
into roses or maybe
rhododendron
or things like romance that float singly
in the air and travel to your lips,
slip into your mouth
fall down your throat
and reside in your lungs
only to be evicted when you decide
to let it all draw out in one long
elated sigh
But be careful what you sigh for
because you could easily float away
and I'm just at a love letter's length
waiting at your door step
with a paper and two pens
just in case one runs out of ink,
so take these words and eat them;
I really am willing to write forever
if it meant you would
stay
to taste every single word
for I am nothing but a poet
and soon you'll have met another
but touch me while I'm here
and I'll stay
I'll write
I'll reason
I'll ask why
this is why I write
to transcend the syllables,
the rhymes,
and the similes like metaphoric smiles
this is why smiles cacoon
and metamorph into gorgeous frowns
and frowns might protect
us better from the rain
but with smiles we can catch the heaven's water
and drink it
so let us have a toast
cheers to this here
divine ink
that fuels the official documents
of divine intervention.
I've squeezed stardust
and the juice of greek fireflies
and I've pulsed them into ink,
and I let it run from my heart
through my veins
into my pen,
and on the paper of skin.
so read it
and believe it
just as you believe in magic
and hold onto it like
a diamond holds onto carbon
because Lord knows you are
invaluable.
Hold onto this like the sky
holds the sun and the moon
and I will hold onto you
like the ocean holds
pastels, and hydrogen
and infinate secrets.
Hold onto me
and I will keep you
forever.
that I'm coming on too strong
like a tidal wave of too good of intentions
and my right side wishes that these
waves would do nothing more but turn
into roses or maybe
rhododendron
or things like romance that float singly
in the air and travel to your lips,
slip into your mouth
fall down your throat
and reside in your lungs
only to be evicted when you decide
to let it all draw out in one long
elated sigh
But be careful what you sigh for
because you could easily float away
and I'm just at a love letter's length
waiting at your door step
with a paper and two pens
just in case one runs out of ink,
so take these words and eat them;
I really am willing to write forever
if it meant you would
stay
to taste every single word
for I am nothing but a poet
and soon you'll have met another
but touch me while I'm here
and I'll stay
I'll write
I'll reason
I'll ask why
this is why I write
to transcend the syllables,
the rhymes,
and the similes like metaphoric smiles
this is why smiles cacoon
and metamorph into gorgeous frowns
and frowns might protect
us better from the rain
but with smiles we can catch the heaven's water
and drink it
so let us have a toast
cheers to this here
divine ink
that fuels the official documents
of divine intervention.
I've squeezed stardust
and the juice of greek fireflies
and I've pulsed them into ink,
and I let it run from my heart
through my veins
into my pen,
and on the paper of skin.
so read it
and believe it
just as you believe in magic
and hold onto it like
a diamond holds onto carbon
because Lord knows you are
invaluable.
Hold onto this like the sky
holds the sun and the moon
and I will hold onto you
like the ocean holds
pastels, and hydrogen
and infinate secrets.
Hold onto me
and I will keep you
forever.
Literature
L over
Time passes and I still end up saying your name, when I told myself I wouldn’t let it slip out of my lips.
Memories are still clear as ever, painfully so, although they’re starting to merge into one colossal dream that managed to become a nightmare in a matter of seconds.
I wonder if you wonder, the way I wonder.
I wonder if this is just a writers mind.
Lost, confused, scared, hurt, sad, lament, pain, excuses, replaying, broken, worthless.
–– These are just some of the words that come to mind, when I think of our final chapter. They taste rancid in my mouth, and I spit them out on days I remember our story.
Your f
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
Literature
he saved me
, but he killed me.
_
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
sunlit saplings
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
"Rose."
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
you shouted
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your
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WOW. Just, wow. I wish I could write this good! Your way with words is grand