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i have never felt so overwhelmed:
this is like the hammering of my heart and the sweating
of my palms when i'm on a busy train, but in a good way.
you stop the panic.
you catch moths for me at midnight no matter
how irrational you think hiding under the cover is.
you pull me close when you're unconscious
and squeeze me from inside your dream.
but i cannot help the burning ball at the back of my throat
every time you hold my hand or kiss me on
the forehead or say the words first.
i refuse to believe that the feeling that sets
my nerve endings on fire can be reciprocated
so strongly,
i refuse to acknowledge a love as big as this
can flow in two directions
and the vulnerability of your requital is what terrifies me most.
this is like the hammering of my heart and the sweating
of my palms when i'm on a busy train, but in a good way.
you stop the panic.
you catch moths for me at midnight no matter
how irrational you think hiding under the cover is.
you pull me close when you're unconscious
and squeeze me from inside your dream.
but i cannot help the burning ball at the back of my throat
every time you hold my hand or kiss me on
the forehead or say the words first.
i refuse to believe that the feeling that sets
my nerve endings on fire can be reciprocated
so strongly,
i refuse to acknowledge a love as big as this
can flow in two directions
and the vulnerability of your requital is what terrifies me most.
A Bit of Love
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Literature
Always
Alone upon the hill,
you stand.
Winters hand,
grips your limbs,
cold wind ripping,
at your core.
Just a shadow of yourself,
stands before the world.
But fear not,
soon winters hold,
will be burnt sunder.
Once more the light,
will fill your core.
Once more you shall bloom,
once more the beauty,
in you shall shine.
and know this,
alone you shall never stand,
for no matter were,
no matter what.
Be it light,
be it dark.
You shall always,
have a freind,
in me
Literature
this is goodbye
once upon a time, i was broken
i hurt so badly that i had to make
others hurt as well
and i had to make myself hurt even worse
i was scared to live and scared of life
and scar(r)ed beyond belief
i hated the heart that beat within
my fragile chest
fluttering beneath
my heaving breast
my heart, oh,
all it wanted was a chance at life
and it knew that all i wanted
was a chance to die
and so it tried to run away
it panicked and tried to flee
but i swallowed a little
blue green yellow pill
step by step by step
until it stopped, stooped
beneath the weight of the world
and the weight of my wings
after the end, i started to recover
i laughed and
Literature
Forever
Forever
by: Victor Salmon
11-03-2004
To stretch a moment-
Its elastic sinews reaching to the sky for eternity
And speech that melts into a slow, tender kiss
And thought that slurs
When time slows down
When you feel time instead of measure it
And the only reminder that its passing at all
Is the setting sun on her silky skin
And her radiance commands
With eyes that flit nervously forever
And as this moment stretches to eternity,
The colour saturation drains from her face
And my vespertine desires are come.
The thought is fleeting
Despite my desire to be her little death
To support her roman desires
To feel her skin rest upon
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i have lost all sense of what poetry is. pls forgive me. I really wish that i still wrote stuff
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You have not. This is wonderful.
I've been having a bit of writer's block, myself. It sucks. But let me tell you that this does not suck. I loved it. I'm adding it to my favorites so that I can read it again and again. Because, really, this poem describes exactly what love is to me. And that's what poetry is all about, yes? Creating something that reaches out and touches someone else. And that's what you did here.
I've been having a bit of writer's block, myself. It sucks. But let me tell you that this does not suck. I loved it. I'm adding it to my favorites so that I can read it again and again. Because, really, this poem describes exactly what love is to me. And that's what poetry is all about, yes? Creating something that reaches out and touches someone else. And that's what you did here.