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Thousand"I love you more," she said-
and she meant it with the passion
of a thousand suns
and a thousand moons,
and a thousand kisses
and "i'll hold you soon"s.
But only a thousand.
NovemberThis morning I thought it was November when it clearly was July,
and I sang to myself, why
isn't it snowing?
I hate the snow.
But today I want it to come fiercely like a poet but softly like one too;
quietly enough to catch me off my guard, kiss me the right way,
make me lean into it instead of running.
I want the snow to play me like my music plays my thoughts,
like my frustration plucks at the strings of my exhausted ukulele
who probably thinks I've gone all types irrevocably crazy, today-
it's the day I will learn new things then forget them that same night
and fight to remember them when I need
a dose of faith in my insignificant self.
I am my own god in this godless world,
godless by my own word no less;
no stress because to my god I am only ever promised second best.
But That's never good enough, not in a world where everyone lies about having enough
where having it rough
makes you a poet and those with happy lives
wonder what went wrong.
what is that song i keep hearing in my sl
ReleasedI want to be released
Beyond music notes
Beyond rhymes and beats and meter and mind
and be free to roam among my own kind, and who would that be?
The greatest mystery to solve as I evolve,
I don't want to revolve around the sun because the rest of the world
already has that job. Put me into orbit, throw me into space with a kiss,
make me miss
the stars when I wake up the next morning and then
let me find them in your eyes right away.
i want to be released
Beyond binders and pages and titles and ages,
let me write my own book
and take back what they took when they told me there is no Santa.
I want to grant a wish,
be a magician,
it can't be that hard,
pick a card any card
and ill show you what a mystery feels like.
I want to be released
beyond the boundaries of reality,
pursue a brand new mentality
now look at me, I want to fly beyond the point of no return
and then return because I can and not because I must, give me your trust
and ill betray you because I'm a Human,
isn't it beautiful
PeopleWhat if our minds
Were as open as love?
Blind like passion,
A celebrated fashion?
What if our eyes truly saw like our hearts;
Instead of judgement so insidious.
Like a disease, it spreads
Slicing hearts, condemning heads.
We give love a false sight;
You know love was born blind,
So what is this fight over wrong and right?
Who are you to judge what's unjust for me to feel?
Love is the one blind man that Jesus could never heal.
We wear ignorance on our sleeves
When it's our hearts we should be wearing
Instead of throwing them around
Shooting them down
Letting them drown ;
Will we ever be done swearing
That "it was Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve?"
Will society ever give 2 men the room to just breathe?
What if disgust was absent
When I held my girlfriend's hand,
And I wasn't bombarded with questions when the next year, I fell in love with a man?
And if nobody was criticized for not knowing the difference
What if bi wasn't indecisive
And gay was never a sickn
Chemical Reactionsitting in my room
running on empty
bare stomach walls
full of nothing but acid
hollow eye sockets
hyperactive from lack of sleep.
heart pumping love through my veins;
brain on a drug
by the name of
i can feel it everywhere.
the words spoken
by everyone who ever lived
and experienced this
inside the mind.
im nothing special,
yet somehow i am!
i am another human being's
the center of it all.
but the mirror says otherwise
and im ok with that.
more than ok...
because i have a new reality to
when the mirror spits
in my second-rate eyes.
Tras la nubes siempre va estar el solMe encuentro otra vez aquí en mi casa con mi nana, hoy tendría que ser un día que tendría que compartir con mi familia, pero, mis padres todo el día están trabajando, tal parece que se olvidan que tienen una hija.
Hoy es 24 de diciembre yo al ser apenas una niña de unos 6 años me e percatado de que crecí sola pues como ya había dicho antes mis padres nunca están cerca de mi.
Yo me encontraba sentada junto a la ventana en un sillón cerca de aquel enorme árbol de navidad que alumbraba aquella noche que para solo era una noche común y corriente, en la cocina se podía ver a mi nana preparar la cena, yo no entendía porque preparaba la cena si las únicas que estarían en la mesa seriamos ella y yo, estando sumergida en mis pensamientos escuche una voz
¿? - Isabella, ya ven a cenar
Isabella- Ya voy nana
Lo único que hice fue levantarme del sillón y
The Girl and the Goat I was once so devote
To one whom the angels have hand-wrought
A worship that was prevented, by a robot goat
I struggled to unchain my throat
Which was bound for I did not believe myself a big-shot
I was once so devote
Soon I was ready to cross the moat
And leaped over, as if moon-shot
A feat that was prevented, by a robot goat
Once again I pre
Love at first sightThey say love can bloom at first sight
I was not one to believe until that night
When the cheer and fun was to begin
My heart beat strong and began to win
Even our meet our talk began to last
With dreams, likes and the past
We both began at in a place of insanity
But then walked towards our paths of humanity
Our family friends and thoughts
And the many things we were taught
So when one says there is no love at first sight
I say to them that they are not very right
Because I was the girl who fell in love at first sight
Poems to AsylumOde to Ju
You who know the face of love lie,
for I have seen it
A face of love and delight,
Her skin smooth and delicate.
Her eyes of care and passion,
Her voice soft and gentle,
Her hair beautiful blonde that frames her face,
her temper delicate and fragile
Sarah, I love you.
This Isn't Me
Shall I compare ye to a summers day?
I think not, for it isn't me.
So what of winds in may?
For it is now and I am with you.
For heaven shines in your eyes
while hell shines in mine,
without another they both fall
So long they live, so shall our love.
For the hate of poetry my affection is double,
I love you Sarah, I hope this poem see not rejection.
Loosing My MarblesRushing rushing daisies
Popping the tops off never ending sod fields;
Mortal cries of aquatic hunger
Often lost in the magnitude of the latitude;
Incomprehensible to this little blue marble.
Clichei could say you're my light;
but thats a little cliche.
actually, a lot...
theres better i can say.
i could tell you i love you,
but everyone knows
the lyrics and tune
to how that song goes.
id tell you i miss you,
but thats nothing new;
we tell of our tears
and perhaps shed a few.
i could tell you how much
i wish you were here;
but words are overused
& you're too good for them, dear.
cliches are so worn,
i can write better for you;
but that doesnt change
that they are all true:
that i love you, that i need you,
that i wish you were here;
that id choose you over me
or anything here.
that id go to the end
of time and of space,
if it meant that just once
id get to touch your face.
that id kill any thing
or ghost in my way,
of kissing your lips
each morning of each day.
that youre worth more to me
than any stage, any script;
that you are my coffin,
and i am your crypt.
that i am your end,
if you'll be my death;
that i am your darkness,
if you'll be my last breath.
all of these phrases
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