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The idea of you is everything that I want, but a want is not a need. A want is a happiness that only lasts for a moment.  A moment that only lasts hours, minutes or seconds. It is never considered to be long lasting. 
I've walked through the mist forming in the airat the moment before a rainfall, baptized by the water that carries memories of my new, and soon to be old, home;
I've walked through the mist forming in the airat the moment before a rainfall, baptized by the water that carries memories of my new, and soon to be old, home;
Typically the least regarded resource, Used with no hesitation or remorse. Things that are important go the wayside, People swept away by the streaming tide.  
A part of your life Best,beautiful,emotions and lovely moments..... It'll never come back again. A parmanent mark onto Our soul,mind and life.... Memories is the one with which
When someone you love is ripped from your armsOr how you realize what you are doing wrong in lifeIt's a single momentA second in timeThat the entire world seems to pauseJust for you
i awake, ready to enter again into this poem called life. to filter the moments,  the quivering of water’s meniscus in a plastic bottle, how each person holds his pen differently,
Lord, give me pain. Let me feel every tear that wells up in my eyes, Every moment my heart is shredded to pieces, Lord. Give me pain and give me torment, Let my soul wrench for the poor and for the needy,
Let this moment last forever, To die in your arms is to rest in peace. Gently kiss my pulse forever, A shudder of the love you give to me. Every touch you press against me,  I return to you with lust.
 Many of Our Major Experiences Normally Take Seconds   Written by: Eric Fraley
I crave those moments When my deepest senses — of every corner, and of every edge of my entire being — are touched and awakened.   I crave those moments When my deepest senses
It was all just a dream,  That I once thought it wasnt make believe. Your lips against mine went from the moon and back,  Every touch planted on my body, made me feel complete. Every word filled me more with joy.
No time, no time at all none to read meaningless words, none to spare for a wayward thought no seconds to give to listen not a moment to waste, but I've found that time has no value
It's the feeling of running through rain  holding your heels instead of trying to run in them. The sheer satin and silk tulle skirt, gracefully,  flying with you, flowing around you as you run.
I possess a queen-size bed but not a queen. Could it be an extensive wait for someone meant to be or the universe telling me that I am not fit to be a king? It's possible that I am merrily just a jester,
Ripped apart from the relentless currents of stress,  It's difficult to decide for yourself what is best. Trying to fight it, it only pushes you further back. Maybe it is trying to teach us what we lack?
With one step through the door, out into the escape of stress, and uncertainty, 
~Every Moment~ Sometimes we set ourselves back, Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,Everyday we struggle to find our way back.The pain is buried so deep,That a smile on our face is hard to keep,Yet another battle on our own
Life on the inclineNo longer confusedSee that sunshineThese words of mineI don't need a signCause I got you
There are places that can never be trasversed There are ideas that can never be spoken There are emotions that can never be expressed   directly.   But every moment is a passing, 
These thoughts are my own Swirling through the pathways I create No one else holds it so dear I keep it locked up  As I analyze the world with it Knowing with it Each moment I live creates purpose
I can't live without air.  Seriously. That automatic pull that the lungs take, that convert within themselves, without us even thinking or knowing.  That creation of taking in and out what is around. 
I need them. I yearn for them. I, at times, ache for them. Them, being my memories. At times, I start to think I've forgotten.  That I've lost them. 
There is a time in person’s life That each one of us must conquer With no way around it Where we must lay down to rest Knowing we may never rise again   But each person Does not cease to exist
"And for the poet even disasters are on the agenda." - Alexander Pushkin         Impact (12/27/15)   Is it wrong to break A promise when
- Silence pours over my ear drums Talk to me? no - not tonight - for I am in a curious state of being. I'm feeling my blood rush through me It's swirling and dancing in my viens 
The faceless-ageless friends didn't find her hiding. 
Each and every second is unique. Like fingerprints and sunsets, they are never the same. Each moment is its own. Everytime the clock moves its hand the present becomes past and,
Capturing that something, in that moment,
In a single day people are born, age, and die. Babies crying for the first time, a mans last breath, counting their stars, last wishes.
1 mississippi, 2 mississippi, 3 mississippi, 4 mississippi, 5 mississippi. I just wasted 5 seconds of my life. 6 mississippi, 7 mississippi, 8 mississippi, 9 mississippi, 10 mississippi.
Quiet MomentsIn the quiet moments when your mind goes astray 
Bleeding because it paints the pictures so heavily spilled in my mind. And seeing the crimson upon my skin Gives me pain that makes me real.   Crying because It makes me view
Do you know that moment Where your life seems To be spent On stupid stuff like dreams? Lies and betrayal all about The earth as it spins Its enough to make you shout Because you can't win
Oh the suspense of waiting
I run into an open sky. I watch the sunset and within the orange and pink horizon I see me. I see myself at just 5 years old walking into a new surrounding. I see my teacher anxiously awaiting 
I want to be immersed... in the very depths of your soul. I want to feel your warm breath, creating the prickles on the back of my neck. I want to see the loving look you give me, 
Finally the time has come to run Spring time is always filled with so much fun   Laughs and cheers fill me with bliss Everyone is over joyed and the snow will not be missed.  
I don't want devastating love  So forget Olivia Pope and her definition of love I want simple, genuine, unadulterated love I want  my love to not be complicated I want my love to be practical
Soft spoken, quiet, eagle scout, First born child, birth order pushed down. Four adopted sisters came along. I attempted to speak out, They quieted me down. Sang with them in church,
And as for us... We are like words. Apart, such vulnerability, or an innocence maybe but only existing alone. Like single words, you feel invaluable until connected with others,
The words fall from your lips, Ever so softly.
you were nothing more than lust
I have a poem that one day We can stand side by side Marching forward to the lands of the future That we lift up spirits instead of breaking them
Im addicted to Truth.......
A moment  A simple and needed moment Altered by the handmade ideas we forced on our minds I thought that you thought that I knew this was artificial  But we really wanted this real feeling
I promise to always give you me...the real me. I Hope yu See that I'm Different, & that you don't See me as a Bad Investment.  Boys will break your heart but  A man will pick up the pieces.
As i walk down this long hall way
It's the feeling of loneliness, all it is.
her beautiful eyes can make you forget your troubles
The last rays of Day slowly vanish As I lay on the dirt
It is with an overabudance that I flow, into your being. Soft smiles, an softer hands, catch up all m wonder at you and collect under that wisome chin to pool in the space betwe the smooth skn of you collaring bones.
I am a shirt torn and worn out like taking a pile of gold and throwing it on the ground. What's the use of reaching down don't give yourslf a hard time it will fall-your crown
Hold me close, my love. Dry my tears with your fingertips as they trail down my cheeks. Kiss me with your soft and gentle lips, as the warmth of sunset carreses our faces.
This is the day when I lost all I had, The day when my world fell apart. The only thing left was the sliver of light, 
  Window to the Past    Split, Splat, Pitter, Pat Behind the window, I see the rain, I am distant, I feel no pain. Its better this way, I’m made of stone
Why? why did he leave me? I ask this question almost everyday He broke up with me without even saying it was over He just stopped calling and didn't want to talk
I Hold In My Hands A Life Worth LIving And A Tale Worth Sharing Yet As I Look Around I See Many People Taking It For Granted
He tells me he can’t hear me when I say 
It is hard to accept failure a lack of success omission of performance a massive regress
My life has been filled with the hushed sound of the ocean
Maybe I messed up a long time ago Maybe I shouldn't have just went with the flowBecause when I did, I still held on to pain.No matter how hard I try to ignore it, it kept coming like rain.
Born in coffin gotta build my life up, Soul ingrates in a tumb stone  night love, jabbs to a soldier face on a war ground fight club,had a mooky moment gave em light love,
Kiss me Set me on fire Kill me Will my deepest desires Thirst me Drink me up and leave me dry Curse me Lead me on with every lie Want me Love making me want you more
like the ocean waves flowing crashing like the summer sun shinning burning no, it's stronger growing destroying I feel it in my heart pulsing breaking
A guy so powerful he threw me off the grid. My world stood still. I was left in shock. Who knew that he was so powerful? Someone who wasn't even mine.  
I think that If I were a bird I would be an eagle Flying high True meaning of Freedom   I think that If you looked up And squinted your eyes Against the sun’s glare
Who am I? And what do I stand for? A million different things I can’t bear to name My life is such a silly fucking game My peers thirst for fame I’m not the same I see
There is Something here Unseen.   It caresses us With small Painted Pained Hands.   It looks at us With dark Deep Beating Eyes.  
It began with a kiss of lovegraduated to nine months ofmixed feelings which endedin hours of horrible pains andregrets.In the sight of your babe came a
I may not be her first her last or her only.she may adore again however she cherishes me now and thats what matters. She may not be immaculate however not, one or the other am I will clutch her and  provide for her the most that I can.
Just as the morning dew Shakes me awake I feel my heart skip a beat Ache, shake, break My heart is broke No more left to give My mind is broken What's left to live
I stop to wonder,
You know those moments When you just want the world to leave you alone, When the littlest things make you break down in tears, When there's so many things you want to say, but you don't know how to say them,
Life is a dayOf a thousand hoursA million secondsA millennia's worthOf cool breezes and breathsThat escape past our lipsIn smiles and sighs and laughsDrawn unsuspecting from our souls
His smile is like stars Condensed to bright white like the Snow beneath our feet
Some days there are people and moments that you just really miss. My indententation for my poems don't work so you'll just have to read it in paragraph style. What is it that you really miss?
I remember when were laying down on the couchSince that day i keep missing your touchWe might be too young but,I feel like you the one.When you hold me tight it turns me on...
Come with me, get lost in a place we've never known.Hide in the thick forest where only shadows are shown.Feel the gentle breeze go through everything around.Listen to the music, listen to the sound.Climb a tree that feels and looks like it will n
Hit the road hard and fast all i wanna do is drive fast  you know me well you think ill fail and come running back to you you want to see me fail , to be there to tell me you were right and i was wrong
It’s Crazy How People Can Remember The Time They Had Spent With People More Than They Can Remember The Answers To An Exam. I Guess We All Know What We Cherish The Most...   I Knew A Guy ,
The Door bell rings "who is it" no reply, again it resounds still no reply Annoyed legs stomp aaway, opportunity was knocking,  I did not open the door
Every night it's the same hopeless dream Every day you can't stand the writhing pain No one understands what you go through No one understands the inconveniences it brings
Mommy Dearest you will always beMy mother so loving and so loved by meFor God has taken you to be by his sideNow in Heaven is where you will reside
My eyes are weary. My body is awake My spirit lay ready to bask in her wake Ablaze with Lust I'm searching her ever word.   Looking for what isn't there.   Creating world's just so for you and I. We
It doesn't seem like much, but it's been a lot. I've seen you a million moments, but it doesn't seem so true. Ijust wish for one more moment with you. Amillion goes by so fast,
We all start out as embers (with a potential for passion but a forecast for failure)  that need careful, tedious, tending. as time passes, guardians slowly wander away, but return quickly as needed
My mind races, Screaming to be heard.   But the words blur, The sentences trickle away. My jaw clenches shut, And my mouth turns to desert sand. A lump invades my throat,
Paper wisps right of my forehead, the sun the left, love – the unconditional kind I feel that gold Still hot when we’re done And embraces are given. This invisible leap our youth takes
The voices inside my head keep calling my name Making me look around thinking I'm going insane I try to ignore them but they find their way back in If this is war I don't think I'll win.  
I write to let go I write to say no I write to be heard I write to hide behind written word.   I write for my freedom I write for my soul I write for my heart I write for the polls.
Maybe you know or maybe you don’t,But you are the single most important person in my life,And I really appreciate you,Though sometimes I might not seem to show it, Know that I do.
What does poetry mean to me? It is written not by the pen but by the heart Likewise, it is seen not with the eyes but with the heart.
I would love to say I love you and love for you to say it back, but I would hate to say I love you and have your feelings back track. Feelings is just a state of mind and the heart has no limits,
Relationships are hard, and relationships are tough. They test you and wear you down, and lately this patch has been rough.
To express the entire entity of who I am I write. I write for the fact that living in this world of a billion people I stand alone with a voice stifled and unheard.
As I crawl between the empty crevices of his arms, I lay against him and my cold body feels a rush of warmth. My hands start shaking, And all I can do is smile as his eyes stare deep into mine.
I forgot how much it hurts to lay it all on the line. To open your heart up only to be denied. I know it's not the end, but the wound is deep. When something magical comes to life, don't let it slip by.
I once heard that our past is nothing more than our footsteps on the ground, we may have tripped once or twice but we've always found a way to carry on. I find that the shoes we wear often tell stories,
A moment to learn A moment to leave A moment to remember and one to forget. A moment to cry A moment to grieve A moment to love with laughter sprinkled in between A moment to fight
Is there a moment you’d go back to in time? To relive and absorb from the back of you mind? A moment so perfect and gone away. The way he held as we slowly did sway. So close and quiet it was a dream come true.
A cool tranquil breeze Rustles the tops of tall green pine trees, They sway slowly against the blue sky. Birds come down to the earth in a steady glide, Only to land upon a great white blanket Not dry, but wet.
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