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Nothing Out ThereNothing Out There

Siento tus latidos sobre mi silencio enamorado…
No busco las palabras en el aire para plasmarla en el papel. Mi palabra nace en mi sangre, y recorre mi cuerpo en calidad de urgencia tuya.
Todo lo llenas tú, todo tú me llenas.
Tómate el tiempo que creas necesario para darte cuenta de que me amas.
Y es que pienso en la manera de adorarte en cada momento.
Al mismo tiempo, parece no importarte, y siento que te he perdido.
Hoy he buscado en cada mujer, en todas sus bocas, para ver si alguna tiene tu misma sonrisa… imposible.
Qué importa que mi amor no valga para ti. Yo te amo, ¡te

Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.
Forgive my vandalism.
Let not a thousand curses fall.

She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.
While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.
So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.

And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.
Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.
So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.

But mirror, mirror on the wall.
If I must die young,
Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.

LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea

softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.

The DreamingSome mornings I can feel
your lips pressed to my forehead,
and when I pull closer I wake
to empty blankets.

That's when I roll onto my back
and close my eyes tighter
to will your form next to me,
though wishful thinking
never made anybody materialize before.
I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.

I have walked with you in dreaming
ten years on and off,
and you found me by chance in words.
We loved without meeting for
seven months.
Why shouldn't my mind
conjure you here?

For that's most of what we were,
dreams and words,
before you ventured to me.
If I could hold out to holding you,
I should be able to will you here.
We've wai

Overcooked Moments of AffectionSometimes the moments could be too crispy,
Other times they could taste like salt water.
But I’ll always devour them like a starved child.

Because the recipe book in your mind is filled with delicacies.
And every chief cooks up at least one disaster in their life time.
But mostly because I know moments such as these are scarier than food.

So with a little imagination I’ll gobble every burnt platter.
Stuffing myself until I’m a stuffed animal,
And plumber than the turkey at our next romantic dinner.

Dear BeautifulDear Beautiful,

I've been interested in you for a while
But it never seems like the right time to tell you
That no matter how crazy I may seem
I think that you're the most beautiful person alive.

You don't know me very well
And I may not know you as well as I would like
But you've always seemed so perfect
I want you to know that you're my dream girl.

Your voice is soft and sweet
You sound so innocent and cute
Why is it so difficult to tell you in person?
Oh yeah, because you'd probably reject me.

I've become your secret admirer
Don't look for me because I'll be hiding
Just know I'm there and not to scare you
But I'll be watching you with

~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The

Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..

RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...

There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lust
There is no one so important than you
Maybe it silly but I believe in second chances
I know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smiling
There is a place for us, a place where no others have found with you
There is a door and the sign says “True”
I've tried to tell you love exist beyond me
I know its hard to believe, I've seen you happy
I touched you like no other has
I have looked the other way when you found a bit of happiness
I walked on by with a hint of uncertainty
Can't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?
There no place for us in the hearts of others
When th

Visible SpectrumYou reminded me
of a stained-glass window
that sits perched on its wall
beneath my stairs at home.

Daylight doesn't measure its colors,
it only scatters them down
on the hardwood floor
when the sun breaches the
suburban canopy.

And daylight didn't measure you,
no,
I saw you and all I could think on
were your mosaic eyes,
the spectrum of your blush;
that they were solid
and real
and more than patterned light.

I cover stained glass with my hands
and colors vanish.
I cover you with myself
and you are vibrant.

Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le

Waiting for JuneIt is almost the time to fall in love again
down the flowing grace along the stream that follows the lights
towards the dissolution in the sea of newborn shapes
shapes begotten of this season once more:

Silhouettes of young lovers against the bridge in the early fog before the dawn
the softly spreading colour against the world willing to shed the gray
the upturned corners of the mouth by the roses that will blossom soon

You can sense the liberation
feel the weightlessness of breathing as the heavy air has passed
every step has tenderness and meaning
every night is soft and boundless
and every time the breeze calls us to dance,
we fall in

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Tearing skin from lips and
Spraying the ground with a crimson
Fountain of fear.

Knees crumble beneath
A barrage of kicks, and
The floor spreads its welcoming slabs
For its new guest

As more fists join the jolly dance
And friends come to enjoy the party
Being held so invitingly
In the back alley of a council estate.

Eyes see nothing but flashes of white
As the fragile covering splits
And tears,
Spilling its contents along the ground
And selfishly staining otherwise pristine
New Reeboks,
Encouraging ever more vigorous dancing.

The fists give way to new technology
As the party increases in malice,
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Is it?Is ignorance better than painful truth?

Heaven is not a paradiseHeaven is not a paradise
It is a house of lies
A refuge of the ignorant
A slideshow for the blind

It does not sit upon a base of clouds
It leers down from a pedestal of sadism
Watching the flocks grab and claw
Their way up to 'salvation'
Only to move the goal posts
At the last second
And laugh as we all fall down

Its citizens are not men of good standing
Or women of virtue and beauty
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For they never existed
Just a heinous story
Spread like the rats who infest its 'hallowed halls'

As the miasma of the patriarchal deit

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Beside the last ever standing tree
One young child plays alone
A game of chess against a cold
Bitter and world-weary old Crone

Too long has she sat
And watched youth be wasted on the young
As her years sail swiftly by
On the archaic train of age
This one is just the same
Thinking life is just a game

Queen takes Rook
Just the Bishop left
The last damned thing still surviving
In this life long game of chess

Her eyes are flat, even the proud sun
Can’t remove the shadows
Stubbornly clinging to the soul
Trapped inside a glass cage
Forced to view the world with contempt

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For too long

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I just dealt with the news as best I could.
I didn't hold on so tight for no reason,
I was terrified of letting you go.

I thought if I just squeezed your hand,
I could get you to squeeze back in kind.
I guess I was wrong to not let go,
I guess I should have said goodbye.

I was scared, you know,
I wasn't ready for that,
I didn't want to grow up so fast.
I wanted to stay exactly how I was,
I wanted you there, incase I fucked up.

I said goodbye to you,
I don't think you could hear me,
I saw you leaving on your way,
I always hope with all of my heart,
I will see you up there, one day.

ChildUnder a broken star line
Lies a child softly weeping
In a meadow devoid of life
Clutching a torn piece of cloth.

Sensing an easy meal
Demons and monsters loudly approach
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Pale moonlight shines down upon the ground
Basking the earth in its sickly silver glow
Highlighting the predatory eyes
Of the trap now closing in.

Yet nothing stirs the weeping child
As it clutches ever tighter
To the broken bonds
Now limp in its hands.

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Schoolboy Crush

by ~Puddha1988, Mar 2, 2013, 2:40:26 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

I have met the girl of my dreams,
She sits opposite me in my class,
She has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen,
Like the brightest of a church’s stained glass.

Her hair always shimmers so enchanting in the light,
Like clear water rippling in the sun,
And her gorgeous red lips fill me with so much delight,
Because the girl of my dreams has come!

She is kind, funny, charming I’m sure!
A woman of so much appeal,
That she often makes me pinch myself ‘til I’m sore,
So I can remind myself that she is real.

I cannot believe that life has seen fit,
To bless me with such a chance,
As to offer me this beauty; this angel as a gift,
So we can enjoy the pleasures of romance.

So carpe diem! I’ll make her my own,
All my worldly desires will come true,
And I will throw my caution to the winds that have blown,
If it means spending my lifetime with you.