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When you looked—that once
The connection was lightning, electric,
A current—
Refusing to be held back.
Your blue eyes fluttered
Down, dark eyelashes—I knew that moment,
I would go
On missing their power.
It was an electric
Moment—when my eyes met your hazel ones,
Magical—
A string tying us together.
I looked away—just
For one moment, but instantly I missed
The feeling
Of being so connected.
Is it real— that sense?
A feeling—pulling us so powerfully.
Could it last—could you
Be the one to make the change?
Breaking a cycle
of hurt. Changing the life that is fated
To be yours.
Break out of your shell.
A feeling I have, I
Have to break out— I just can't be
The girl I used to be—
Scared, timid, shy,
I need to break the box
Something pulls me
Towards the open door way— a force
Too strong to fight,
And I surrender.
You are strong, love.
Even I
Can see that.
You appear and as always
Take my breath.
Steal it like a thief
Would take something beautiful—
Just to prove
It is worth having.
I guess what I am
Trying to say is—
You are
Lovely.
Lovely.
The word
Bounces around
In my head, echoing
Like the most beautiful
Thing in the entire world.
Like your sparkling
eyes, gleaming
In the light.
Beauty.
For a minute, my tongue
is tied.
Did I really just say that,
And are you smiling?
Things seem simple now,
but that first moment
is what I will always remember.
Electricity, pulling us together.
You are beautiful.
And I have hope for the future.
The connection was lightning, electric,
A current—
Refusing to be held back.
Your blue eyes fluttered
Down, dark eyelashes—I knew that moment,
I would go
On missing their power.
It was an electric
Moment—when my eyes met your hazel ones,
Magical—
A string tying us together.
I looked away—just
For one moment, but instantly I missed
The feeling
Of being so connected.
Is it real— that sense?
A feeling—pulling us so powerfully.
Could it last—could you
Be the one to make the change?
Breaking a cycle
of hurt. Changing the life that is fated
To be yours.
Break out of your shell.
A feeling I have, I
Have to break out— I just can't be
The girl I used to be—
Scared, timid, shy,
I need to break the box
Something pulls me
Towards the open door way— a force
Too strong to fight,
And I surrender.
You are strong, love.
Even I
Can see that.
You appear and as always
Take my breath.
Steal it like a thief
Would take something beautiful—
Just to prove
It is worth having.
I guess what I am
Trying to say is—
You are
Lovely.
Lovely.
The word
Bounces around
In my head, echoing
Like the most beautiful
Thing in the entire world.
Like your sparkling
eyes, gleaming
In the light.
Beauty.
For a minute, my tongue
is tied.
Did I really just say that,
And are you smiling?
Things seem simple now,
but that first moment
is what I will always remember.
Electricity, pulling us together.
You are beautiful.
And I have hope for the future.
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Three Views of Death
1.
she is sitting on the stairs
she holds her knees
close
to the center
of her body
her mother is by the couch
her eyes full
like a glass
of untouched water
there are voices
in the kitchen
-speaking soft
she doesn't know them
the yellow light
of the living room
moves with
distant shadows
she breathes
she doesn't think
about her brother
she doesn't
think
2.
church windows
hidden sun
shedding light
i remember
the carpet moving
green shadow
flat beneath the weight
of my feet
his face is
sudden
pale and
too soft
one hand
folded white
over the other
i feel a silence
waiting
teeth folded
in the heavy dark
swollen like a river
3.
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Sad Poem (Written on a Monday)
Inside our house, surrounded
by plants, that soft light—
the weakest shade
of gray and waiting
to turn it all yellow.
I have slept and slept
for days now,
unfolding into small
moments, only to see you
orbiting our mattress,
waiting for some type of
human reaction, any
kind of movement.
I need a haircut.
I need to shave and go
to work and forget these
days of no control
where I’m a child again,
reeling and afraid that it
will always be this way,
that I will always be in my room,
alone until someone calls me down
for supper, and then a bath,
some prime time television,
and straight to bed.
I am locked outside of something
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They Have to Start Somewhere
Christoph glowered at the sunny faces in the second-grade classroom. No one glowered back, or even noticed him, for that matter. When the teacher had told the children they could choose their own desks that first day of school, he had picked the one in the very back. A drapery of cobwebs shook in the cool breeze weaseling its way through the cracked window. The leaves of the old maple outside the window were just beginning to ignite with their autumnal colours.
“Excuse me, Christoph,” the teacher said, snapping the young boy's attention away from the outside world. “Christoph, it's your turn.”
He cleared his throa
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This is a collaboration poem between ~summersrain28 and I. We are childhood friends, and we saw one of these and decided to write one. We each took on different persona's, she as the boy (bold) and I as the girl (italic). It was a blast, and I hope to do it again soon!
Here's her's! Go fave it if you faved this one!
Here's her's! Go fave it if you faved this one!
A String
When you looked—that once
The connection was lightning, electric,
A current—
Refusing to be held back.
Your blue eyes fluttered
Down, dark eyelashes—I knew that moment,
I would go
On missing their power.
It was an electric
Moment—when my eyes met your hazel ones,
Magical—
A string tying us together.
I looked away—just
For one moment, but instantly I missed
The feeling
Of being so connected.
Is it real— that sense?
A feeling—pulling us so powerfully.
Could it last—could you
Be the one to make the change?
Breaking a cycle
of hurt. Changing the life that is fated
T
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