Some poems I wrote

I look out at the moon,
And can't help but to think of you,
The nights I've spent dreaming of you,
Your smell, your touch, your taste
I still do, even though I know,
Never can I have you
never again will I be close enough,
to have your scent in my nose,
Feel your fingers on my arm,
your hot breath tickling my ear
laughing at our private little joke,
never will I get close enough
to taste your skin again
feel your weight in my arms
a feather compared to the pull at my heart
your prescence alone almost brings me to my knees,
and after your gone your memory often will
I see you, taste you, feel you, hear you everywhere
Damn you for having this power
not even realizing it, not caring
ignoring what you don't want to know.
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Candle lights and your memory
How your body feels,
pressed so tight to mine,
the sting and scrape,
your teeth meeting my neck
bolts of lightning shooting,
from my head to my toes,
centering and collecting,
shocking and exciting
begging, needing, wanting release
from the mental bonds
you look into my eyes
with those beautiful, gorgeous emeralds
tempting and teasing
filling my dreams
with those eyes
But then we dive back into eachother
tasting and teasing the other
causing storms to rip through
shredding, destroying, exciting all
our bodies
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The rain washes the asphalt clean
slides the red stain into the drain
the skid marks are left for now
a physical reainder of the hearts pain
sheared metal reaching towards the sky
the hands of the damned
created from moments of violence
and then the hours of silence
of dreams to often dreamt
and wishes no genie would fulfill
no magician would make appear
no musicion would try
and all you can do is cry
to yourself, when you realize
your all alone
no one is coming,
you will leave this world
with no one there
no one to care
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The white knight kneels
After the long painful road
The burning hot days,
the freezing, bitter nights

Now with head bowed
The tears run down his face
After years of searching
the castle was empty

The hallways echo
with empty footsteps
His sword dangles loosely
From his numbed fingers

The stairs, he finds comfortable
as he sits for eternity, alone
The white of his armor
Stained and rusted from his tears

The hero of this story
has been left behind
the princess of his dreams
made off with the villain
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Everytime I look
I can't help but think of our one night
When we both looked at each other
For what felt like the first time ever
When the tears fell
They were clean and pure

I miss those warm summer nights
You and I sitting close,
Whispering and murmering nothing
Mouth to ear, and back again
Talking about what others do
And don't
Whose not pulling their weight
And whose going two steps farther

No matter how hard I try
I can never get it just right
No matter what happend last time
Never as comfortable as
On the first day
As when we split paths on the final day

Feeling so damn close
But finding finding so many barriers
Always trying to break the walls down
Always getting closer then having it end
Having the oppertunity close
Taking one step back for every two forward
Losing patience
But never conviction
Or love
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