longdistance
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Her voice is the light at the end of the tunnel.
If only there was a tunnel I could go through to get to her.
For now, I have to accept that the phone line is the best tunnel I'll have to her.
Equipped with shoes hiding 10 toes,
yet not exposed.
Toes of yours are something I wish to hold.
Incoming call for two;
You were there and then you weren't.Its like I felt this coming.Like its what I was waiting for.And it hurts. More than you could ever imagine. You call it a break.
I know we spoke about it once and twice
With every sincere conversation we had
Not knowing what the future holds for you,
I or us, but I am helplessly pondering
About our situation and relationship status
The days I want to cry and die You make me happy and I don't cry . You make me feel loved the days when i feel I'm not enough . You clear my mind when a storm has hit I wish I belonged to a group or a click .
the fair.
lost phone, lost wallet. running barefoot, rain, realizing i'm out of shape.
security office.
wheezing. sweaty, shoeless, boarderline dying.
eye contact.
"First step's so called education, next we bring assimilation.
We keep you passified so you will follow"
Send out the soldiers & fill up the prisons, Stand in line for superficial pleasures
you say you have never been out of the country
but my dear you really have
you say you have never crossed the border
into any new lands
but you have been all around the world my dear
to places far and near
There is a distance between us
That is neither too great nor too small
So why is it then, that I feel it is much too great
And certainly not small enough
The life we've had that I once knew sweet memory's that consisted of nothing but you. But you know how to destroy things, feelings I have had are being pushed to the past all because you can't pick up a phone.
I've been thinking of you.
The way the quiet symphony that
Plays through your vocal chords
Slips it's hand down my panties
And its tongue in my ear
So easily
I was going to kill myself on April 12th
April 12th
I don’t know what it was about that date that stood out for me
Maybe it was the odd symmetry of it…4/12/14
When I think about youI think about all the things we shareI think your love and tendernessI think about the love you had for meI think about how in love I was with youWhen I think about you
I questioned if you were reality,
My perfect match staring back at me.
You pulled my world from dark to light,
And encompassed me in heartfelt delight.
Why can't you be a few steps away?
Instead of looking at your eyes I'm looking at the phone
Instead of hearing your words I'm reading them
Let's travel through the air to meet each other in the sky
I sit on a windowsill, cup in hand.
The cup is attached to a four hundred mile-long string
that if its path was traced would lead to your hands,
The road winds
molding to the curves of the land
like dark ruffles on a lover's favorite dress
The hills embrace the rocks
hard against their gently draping
skirt of yellowed grass
The dim lighting hits your alluring body in the most perfect way.I stare as if I'll go blind by sunrise.
What time is it in Fresno?
What time is it in London?
What time is it in Austria?
I wish I could split my body
Into several pieces
I would send one of me to each of you
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?
You're doing laundry
And I'm trying to clean my room
Like Gatsby and his green light
Your name on my facebook message says active
Green Dot
Green dot. dot. dot. Green dotdotdot
You're a note sent from heaven,
To this battle field in hell.
I wish I could kiss you here
and the worries farewell.
Every letter written carefully
By a steady hand in ink.
A hunger.
Impatience catalyzed within soft veins.
A thirst.
Lips cracked with a desire to be touched.
I feel him,
From a mile away.
His body chemicals and mine react
Its so hard because
you're over there
and
I'm over here
and when we're apart
days feel like years
and when we're together
hours feel like seconds
Waves crash,
Though only sometimes
The seagull flutters about;
The sea turtle sits in wait
Will the seagull ever tell the turtle what the waves are meant to be?
Autumn sweeps in, softly at first
The quiet promise of rain-kissed air
A cool breeze on your skin
Leaves like shocks of flame darting through the trees
Birch and oak hesitate to shed their coats
