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And if I was to die tomorrow,

Before the sun has risen over the valleys

Where we used to walk hand in hand,

Talking about the future,

Our lives stretching out behind us like foot prints in the sand.

 

Know in your heart that I am safe and I am well.

And when loneliness comes knocking,

Please don’t think that I have just disappeared. 

I told you, I would love you forever.

That is a promise I know that I will keep

Because even after I am gone,

You still know where to find me,

The place in your heart that you carved just for me.

 

Please don’t be angry, I did not want to leave.

I know these days will be hard,

And I can no longer be there to wipe away your tears

But please stay strong my love, please don’t disappear.

When times are tough, think of all the that memories we made,

But also know that it’s fine to fall in love again.

 

Don’t let my memory rule you,

Live your life to the full,

But know that I will never leave you,

And that in some way, no matter how small,

I will always be there

In the sun that sets across the valleys

Where we used to walk hand in hand,

Talking about the future,

Our lives stretching out behind us like footprints in the sand. 

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the crescent moons bitten into my palms
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time.
Day 153 of the #Glory-Be-Project
Written on June 2nd, 2013

Inspired by one of *intricately-ordinary remedies for those suffering from writer's block. Inspired by #4.

What is your favorite line?
What is your least favorite line?
Does the imagery work?
Overall?

EDIT:


I've got another DLD! This is the best day I've had in a long time! Thanks SO much to *imaginative-lioness for suggesting it, and to =LadyofGaerdon for featuring me! You can find the article here!
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wind caressing my face,
tangling my hair,
cooling me down 
on this hot summer day

watermelon juice
running down my chin,
spitting seeds
hoping that they grow anew

my daughter's smile
when she splashes me in the pool,
her screeching laugh
when I chase her

it's the simple things
that make me sigh with contentment,
it's the little things
that bring tremendous joy
Written for this months contest in :iconexpressive-poetry: and WINNER of first place! Squeeeeeee!

The theme is happiness/joy.

What makes you happy?
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hair like flames
and a single, adventure-ridden heart to match

she was like a wildfire
spreading over your skin and
her voice would absorb into your veins,
scottish blood

she was a fairytale wrapped up
inside a human being

the whole universe was cupped inside of
her little hands
impossibilities would trickle from her lips

both his hearts are broken 
and her body is decomposing in the ground 

some days he drops everything he's holding
and ignores every galaxy that is calling out to him

and then he will just sit quietly
for days on end, remembering 
the girl who waited
apparently when i'm hungover i like to write poems about amelia pond.
i don't feel well
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I can paint the world
With colors,
And words,
And images,
Turn the gray
Into a bright, vibrant landscape.
Illuminate the darkness
Create a beautiful world
With my mind.

I would be satisfied
If I could make
Just one square inch of the earth
Exquisite,
Breath-taking,
Serene.

One day,
A gust of calamity shall sweep across the earth.
Each creation will be seen in it's true light.

I wish to create beautiful things
Though it may be sad
Driven by anger,
Or despair,
It is also driven by
Passion,
Love,
And a never-dying hope
For tomorrow.
April 9, 2013
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Constellations wrung of
Their bright
World.

Celestial grace blazing
On pavement
Stars

The Milky Way
Sings in
Falsetto.

Winged guardians sail
In seventh
Heaven.
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she went looking for sea—
gulls at the seashore,
where their laughter
bounced off stones—
       smooth vibrations
       rumbling on the toes;
and the ocean pulled
at her feet
and sprinkled salt
to her hair
and teeth.

but the gulls had
left the sea.
tricked by
echoes
she remained,
slipping further
into
the rocks
and waters
deep.

the gulls never
did have
a sweet song
to sing,
nor could they ever
stay as constant
as the sea
wrote this while avoiding AP classes homework and scholarship forms.

needs a better title
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your metallic voice drips off your tongue,
acid burning through my paper skin.
a siren song drifts though my mind;
i am a ship crafted from the daily news
being pulled in by your gravity,
sinking your raven colored abyss-eyes
and crashing into your rocky shores.
Day 155 of the #Glory-Be-Project.
Written on June 4th, 2013

What is your favorite/least favorite image?
Is the beginning evocative?
Is the ending as evocative as the beginning?
Overall?
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seventeen years &
still chasing white rabbits,
it's no wonder i've never
been in love.

we're all mad here;
no one can find the road to
yesterday.

(i don't know
where to go)


let's fall down a hole.

(i'm just a chrysalis
with no butterfly wings)


off with my head when it
can only imagine nonsense
& clockwork hearts.

give me a cheshire's smile-
i want to know
what it feels like
to be in wonderland.
Alice in Wonderland will forever be a favorite of mine.

I like how this turned out.

I really would like comments on this one - it's actually very personal, and about something that I keep dwelling on.
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    I let you crack me open and allowed your sadness to fill my empty chest. Tears; like sea salt on my ribcage– From the nourishment   of your remorse, flowers began to bloom inside the crevice of my breastbone.
meh.
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