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PreferencesI want to leave a footprint somewhere That youll see everyday,Preferences
But youre a man of spontaneity And you would never return to where you were.
I want to touch the corner of your mouth And drag it up, pulling you selfishly into a smile But youre a man who hates the sensation of emotion And you would never deign to smile.
I want your arms to close themselves Around me, willingly, without a reason, But youre a man who hates the roughness of skin against skin And would never prefer proximity over distance.
I want so childishly for yo


Building a MysteryI followed my two right feet today, All the way to the edge of the leaves, Where I found an old mystery, And long fingers reached out, Brushing greedily, Against the edges of a whisker-dotted jaw, Sweeping against the planes and curves,Building a Mystery
Until they painted themselves into my mind, Each brushstroke pulled out from within the crevices of my thoughts, The doors kept ajar for some small part of infinity, And so eagerly I stepped back into
That lonely box.
But the colors were dull, Cerulean turning into a lifeless navy,
Brush strokes too wide and careless,


BrewingYou made me a cup of tea, And I left it on the windowsill to let it steep. We twisted and turned on your wrinkled sheets, And I pressed my heart into the corner of your pillows. In the mirrors of your bathroom, I left my crooked smile, made up of perfect teeth. On the top of your kitchen counters, I left warm snickerdoodles and pieces of my vulnerable skin. In the pages of your books, I left my contrary words and questing mind. On the pillows on your couch, I left the scent of freesia and a few strands of my hair. In the corners of your closet,Brewing
I left a pair of hig


SkimmingMy eyelids wake to light, Soft and gentle upon the windowpane And I feel a sweet smile spread across my lips, Stomach filling with tiny fluttering creatures, And I can taste spring on my tongue.Skimming
The snow has gone,
For the warmth of a human is here
And the arms that wrap around my shoulders, A familiar heartbeat that presses against my back Wakes me from my lonely slumber, To a world that has burst forth from its bounds And bubbled to the brim.
I stretch and turn, To prove to myself that I too have awaken And seek out your lips,
To bring
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A warrior isnt measured by the strength of their back but by the courage of their heart."
(c) Marissa Husnik
I can't figure it out for the life of me.
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double screw that
with a shot of shut the hell up.
is the one I use to actually post things...
it's on my fb
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"I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance"
-e.e. cummings
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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The Nightingale
Hi.
I'm almost done with high school. Ahhhh!
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Luke
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