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I was picking dandelions from next doors backyard and thinking
love is not just Luke-warm organs grinding together,
or having somebody at the other end of a telephone line
approximately sixty nine percent of the time,
or lottery tickets and movie screens with a ring on a forth finger.
Love is a gasping-for-breath twenty thousand foot freefall,
or 120miles per hour on the motorway and four hours on an airplane
to see your smile, with my chest ripped open and neck cracking
more than usual. Love is hands on face on lips on cheeks,
love is on the inside of our eyelids, on the inside of our veins,
we can't dig deep enough to get at it with silver tea spoons
and kitchen knifes on our own.
Love is discovery, love is kissing head-tops, love is shovelling out black heart cells
and licking them clean. It's stomping on my toes with a nudge stick in its hands and a squeal in its voice
saying - stop avoiding, stop the excuses, and for God's sake, stop being scared.
Then love laughs and pretends to be a comedian before pulling nine rabbits out of its hat
while slapping its knees.
Love is you, opening hot air balloons with your palms, while I write a thank you post it note
to stick to your forehead, though I can't say it big enough, loud enough, strong enough
then I always want to make up new words for the dictionary.
Yesterday I decided I would be honest with myself.
I am not a real poet; I am not a child,
just a woman with more than hour glasses in her eyes.
I am punching holes in more than just paper, I am having arguments
with more than just my own flesh since you came along with a bulldozer
to gouge me out and delve inside, unearthing things
I have never seen or heard or felt before.
love is not just Luke-warm organs grinding together,
or having somebody at the other end of a telephone line
approximately sixty nine percent of the time,
or lottery tickets and movie screens with a ring on a forth finger.
Love is a gasping-for-breath twenty thousand foot freefall,
or 120miles per hour on the motorway and four hours on an airplane
to see your smile, with my chest ripped open and neck cracking
more than usual. Love is hands on face on lips on cheeks,
love is on the inside of our eyelids, on the inside of our veins,
we can't dig deep enough to get at it with silver tea spoons
and kitchen knifes on our own.
Love is discovery, love is kissing head-tops, love is shovelling out black heart cells
and licking them clean. It's stomping on my toes with a nudge stick in its hands and a squeal in its voice
saying - stop avoiding, stop the excuses, and for God's sake, stop being scared.
Then love laughs and pretends to be a comedian before pulling nine rabbits out of its hat
while slapping its knees.
Love is you, opening hot air balloons with your palms, while I write a thank you post it note
to stick to your forehead, though I can't say it big enough, loud enough, strong enough
then I always want to make up new words for the dictionary.
Yesterday I decided I would be honest with myself.
I am not a real poet; I am not a child,
just a woman with more than hour glasses in her eyes.
I am punching holes in more than just paper, I am having arguments
with more than just my own flesh since you came along with a bulldozer
to gouge me out and delve inside, unearthing things
I have never seen or heard or felt before.
Literature
_winter_snow_
Frigid dreams
Snow on her tongue
Ice skates and long walks
On cold December nights
Skin molded to resemble snowflakes
Opaque icicles hang from her joints
Frosted lips taste like peppermints
A snow angel lying outside for years
Her frozen breath goes unnoticed
Literature
passion
i feel you.
i need your warmth inside me
you taste d e l e c t a b l e
i need you
i feel your oily curves in my hands
i want to control you
be with you forever
i can smell you from here
i want to inhale you
p a s s i o n
everything i do is for you
stretch
i love to watch you stretch
stretch to me
stretch inside me
sometimes i c u t y o u
is this wrong?
is it even if it's done out of love?
my love..
for...
you...
my pizza. <3
Literature
Hurt
I'll cry a thousand tears tonight
Nothing will ever turn out right
I hate the fact that I ruined it
By sayin all that stupid shit
Maybe I'm just not good enough
Guess I'll have to be tough
I wont forget you
Even though I guess we're through
After all the things I told you
I thought maybe you knew
Not to break my heart
Not to rip my life apart
Not to mess me up some more
You cut me to my core
I almost wish we never met
Wish I didnt have to live life with regret
I've made so many mistakes but you are
By far
The worst
And the best
Different from all the rest
I was flying so high
They tried to bring me down I let 'em try
I
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Amazing, great descriptions. I really like how you describe love.
Most imaginative phrase, love it:
"Then love laughs and pretends to be a comedian before pulling nine rabbits out of its hat
while slapping its knees."
Most imaginative phrase, love it:
"Then love laughs and pretends to be a comedian before pulling nine rabbits out of its hat
while slapping its knees."