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sweeping long whips for eyelashes
curling up, reaching toward heaven
where you're from...
i can see them black and beautiful
laying
leaning
on your peach sweet skin
such quiet pieces of you speak so loudly to me behind my eyes
soft palms of pink tender skin and lines
that grip my heart with the most saccharine tenderness
you're next to me
an angel's breath is on my shoulder
you're the loudest quiet i've ever felt
the sweetest chaos lies within your touch
and the sky is jealous that your eyes aren't stars among their own
they're mine.
my stars.
curling up, reaching toward heaven
where you're from...
i can see them black and beautiful
laying
leaning
on your peach sweet skin
such quiet pieces of you speak so loudly to me behind my eyes
soft palms of pink tender skin and lines
that grip my heart with the most saccharine tenderness
you're next to me
an angel's breath is on my shoulder
you're the loudest quiet i've ever felt
the sweetest chaos lies within your touch
and the sky is jealous that your eyes aren't stars among their own
they're mine.
my stars.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato
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the other Pat but not patrick
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
about that part makes me think its a man, hubba hubba
lucky guy
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
don't use "saccharine" (I forgot how to spell it, so that's my best guess).
This poem is a genuine display of affection, and, at least to me, saccharine implies artificiality... until now, I've always heard it used to imply too much sweetness... in a bad way.
Also, I hate peaches with the fire of a thousand suns. Peach is the most vile substance on Earth, handed down to mankind by the gods to punish us for something vulgar eons ago. But that's just my opinion. You can keep it in the poem. I just wanted to take the opportunity to sing of the foulness of peach.
"I could eat a peach for hours" -- Nicky Cage, Face/Off
LMAO! Good call on saccharine. But the peaches thing just made me laugh. I didn't know someone could hate a color or a fruit so much. :P
And guess what? I hate Nicholas Cage with the fire of a thousand suns. :P
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curling up, reaching toward heaven
where you're from...
i can see them black and beautiful
laying
leaning
on your peach sweet skin
such quiet pieces of you speak so loudly to me behind my eyes
soft palms of pink tender skin and lines
that grip my heart with a sugary tenderness
you're next to me
an angel's breath is on my shoulder
you're the loudest quiet i've ever felt
the sweetest chaos lies within your touch
and the sky is jealous that your eyes aren't stars among their own
they're mine.
my stars.
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HOW THE HELL DO YOU EDIT A POST ????? Damn new stuff.
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its a sweet and kind poem
i really really dig the last 3 lines. DIG, I TELL YOU!!!
haha damnit there are too many of you patricks on this board!! :P
and thanks
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Same with that starfish on SpongeBob... and he's pink, too!
haha thanksabunch.
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Hey I love that starfish. Mmmm hmmmmmm. I'm a nerd.
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And Mr. Kwygibo (goddamnit that isn't easy to spell) I must say that I'm pleased to see your comments on my poetry. It has been too long!
And olderman, it's about a young man. But you're right, the poem sounds very very very innocent and stuff... or something. :P haha
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I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
Lol! Where the hell is the tongue sticking out smiley face?? :P? Haha. Anycrap!
Pat, you weasel. I'll shift YOUR eyes!! *gets out lazerz*
Apparently I haven't talked to you for a very long time. We shall talk soon and I shall give you the dowwwwn low.
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you never talk to me, the much cooler and twice as sexy patrick :( hahahaha
congrats little one
I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost