The end is nearTime grows on you, like an unforgivable sin Never to be turned back againThe end is near
With each flinch of the second-hand God's voice will reprimand
Believers, they bow their heads Atheists drop to their knees The ignorant, busy still saying "please"
You there, reach for your four leaf clover The end of time's hour glass is too heavy to turn over
Ice Ice BabyMoonlight through the sunroof Cold leather seats ungloved fingertips traced out 'I love you' On a fogged window Within secondsIce Ice Baby
The ice creeps up
To cloud the thought She watched it disappear She'll hold her breath So not to huff upon the glass In fear those words might reappear
LoyaltyYou can leave it behind Like a loyal retreiver Tell it to sit and command it to stay And when you walk away It will lingerLoyalty
Reluctantly moving one paw Slowly trailing behind waiting for that split second
when you might turn your back
Oh girl, don't you see It's catching up on you and once it does It will look at you
with those sad puppy-eyes
And You've done it again You had to let it back in Because even if your owner Hits you on the snout with newspaper You will still fetch the mail.
DocumentedRereading the words he said to me I documented them carefully To remember to never forget how it felt to hear themDocumented
But now I read them Not quite certain how he said them his pitch, or tone, or meaning
And wishing I could hear his voice The sound of it at 2 in the morning our 4 hour phone conversations talking about nothing because we understand eachother best when we dont say a thing
i fear your motivations...Tell me what is it You see, something beautiful? Or just something free?i fear your motivations...
Perhaps Maybe NoShe kinda sorta wanted it in that maybe type of way.Perhaps Maybe No
Her indecisive skin
had twitched and blushed all night at the decisiveness of his touch—
hard, strong, and determined to come in, he was definitely, completely, surely, there,
But she just watched from outside herself.
Perhaps he didn’t hear because the words were
barely
above a whisper.
Or possibly Because he was almost there
and she had almost agreed
and she was so close to saying
no
until he was alr
nerudai want to read your bodyneruda
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls like a silken bookmark
across your face. i will work my way down the page, hands
trembling with excitement, anticipating which words
will follow. fingers will linger in some areas, reread, so that on lonely nights like this one I will
be able to recite the subtle nuances of
your neck or the mystery surrounding your navel. I would try to interpre
--
Since when are the first line and the last line of any poem where the poem begins and ends?
~BlueAeroplane
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I’ll hang it high
On antlers wide
Let bloom like sunrise
Let go of everything
But then, Anna can just show you around, can't she?
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