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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

regret in seven stagesi. attraction
when my negativity finally
found something beautiful,
charged up like a bipolar
thunderstorm waiting to come
crashing down

(you were everything
i ever wanted and i
was entirely selfish) then

ii. simplicity
like the way our hands fit perfectly
together and how we’d sway
to rhythms that never existed;

your eyes were a springtime day
decades before we were born and
happiness became an instinct
instead of a defense [until]

iii. commitment
like a jail sentence worn
around the neck. spine
contorted and screaming

bound too quickly by the uns
and nots and fear you never
quite kept at bay, we were
guilty of so much but

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

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

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

i know it welli know that my heart now beats
where it used to lie dead.

it is knocking upon my chest
screaming for me to
let you in,

but, honey,
you’ve been here so long that
walking into your arms
feels more like home
than walking through my own door.

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

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.

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…..

~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

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.

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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People Talk

by ~Professor-Kirby, May 13, 2008, 9:29:48 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

People Talk

People talk and suspect things
They’re saying things about us
They insinuate, look, and smile
They watch and proclaim
“Romance is blossoming”
Not knowing our hearts, they know anyways
Not knowing our thoughts,
They tell
Others what we’re thinking

Maybe they’re right.
If the smile on my face matches
The smile on yours
Then they might be right

People watch and notice things
They’re staring at us
They hint at things with their smiles, and keep looking
They scrutinize for three minutes and proclaim
“Romance is blossoming”
Not knowing our feelings, they feel our hearts beating
Unaware of our motives
They comprehend
All we’re doing

Maybe they’re right.
If you crawl out of silence
With that radiant smile
Then they might be right

Perhaps they know more than we do
By sheer ignorance
Or from experience
Perhaps because they know that when
People smile at each other during psalm sings
Or brush shoulders at movies
Sit together,
Walk together,
Talk, and laugh, and sometimes even blush together
Or beam happiness from simply not being alone
That that means something is different

I don’t know
We don’t know
Those outside say, “Romance is blossoming”
But we simply reply, “Life is good.”
We don’t know;
We’re just singing
And talking
Walking
Blushing
Laughing
And smiling, we can’t stop smiling
Waiting for something to happen.

People Talkby ~Professor-Kirby

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

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People may talk
But we'll just smile

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~deepheaven May 15, 2008 Traditional Artist

I love it.

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~Nimphaiwe May 14, 2008 Student Traditional Artist

Wow, this is a really good poem.

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~Professor-Kirby May 14, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

Thanks!

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~mackilvane May 13, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

I'm not usually one for poetry, but that is quite brilliant.

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~Professor-Kirby May 14, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

"Quite brilliant," Wow, I really appreciate that. Thank you so much!

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