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 Apr 2014 svdgrl
Callum Krause
Dear Chris,
When I think of you
I see inferior
A cub to a lion

I am Simba
Flow game unreal
The Lion King

You are Pumba
Foolish
No flow

I can't be referred to as your lioness
That's not cool bro
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
pluie d'été
If I were yours
I would have to stay awake
Until six in the morning
Wondering where you are

If I were yours
I would have to pretend to be asleep
When you finally got in
Stumbling
And stained with smoke
Perfume
And bruises

If I were yours
I would wear your favourite colour
And the clothes you like
And the perfume
That makes you
Lose your mind

If I were yours
I would let you full my ears
With your honesty
And your lies
Discerning the two
Pretending I don't
Until you were at ease

If I were yours
I would do
What ever you asked
Reading your eyes
Right and wrong
Aren't black
And white
Anymore
But grey

If I were yours
You would have me
Every night
Whichever way
You like me best

If I were yours
My words would
Just be for you
And the only lines
Leaking from my fingertips
Would be love poetry
About you

If I were yours
I would listen to all of your music
Even though I would hate it
(I don't like songs
That rhyme
Too often
And
Too much)

If I were yours
I would forget how the rain
Feels on my skin
Because you would tell me
To stay indoors
And my love
For the sky
Would slip away
Until I would call your eyes
The sky
And the rest of you the ocean

If I were yours
I would forget me
And you would forget me
I would become
Your perfection
Encased in the mirror
Behind the door
The one you dream of
Standing beside you

And you still
Wouldn't only be
Mine
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
Michala
Him..
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
Michala
I couldn't tell you why he was the way he was, but for the short time I have known him I've learned who he is. He was gorgeous; the kind of beautiful you read about in romance novels. I met him some time ago on a cold evening. From the moment I saw him he intrigued me. I had spent that night wondering who he was, what he did with his life, how he thought.  He was a mystery to me, and that was what attracted me to him. For the majority of that night I could discover very little about him. I had only known what others had told me, but I knew I had to find out for myself. Later on that evening I had gotten the opportunity to speak with him and through that I had learned what a kindred spirit he was. He had an outlook on the world that many had lost over the years. He still had that childlike wonder but also knew the pain the world could bring on someone like that. As we sat and spoke I learned of his life and how he had chosen to live it. I learned of his wants and needs, the things he favored, and the things he despised. As morning came to be I learned of his gentleness, his kind heart, and his warm embrace. After that night I had not seen him for some time, not until recently. Soon he was a regular in my life, and as we continued on I learned more. He spoke to me of his heartache, his pain, and his love. Throughout that time I was privileged to enjoy his many talents and his intelligence. We spoke of many things, some irrelevant and some deep. He opened up to me more and our friendship had gotten more in depth. As a man he was the prime example of what a man should be. As a person he was divine. His soul was one no other could compare to. His eyes were warm and welcoming. No matter what pain or obstacle he had to suffer, he kept his head up and his heart pure. The man I had gotten to know was deep, caring, knowledgeable, and most of all beautiful inside and out. This is the man I have chosen to keep in my life. This is the man I met on that cold evening and this is the man I love.
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
yuki
april first is gone
but the world is still full of
lies and deception
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
Alexis
Afraid
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
Alexis
I'm afraid to stand out
And be different.
What if I look odd?
What if I'm judged?

I'm afraid of using big words,
Even though they sound beautiful.
What if I use it wrongly?
I'll be thought of as a fool.

Most of all,
I'm afraid
Of telling you
That I love you
Everyday.

It's meant to be a cute,
Sweet gesture.
A way of
Reminding you
You're the best thing
In my life.

But what if
It slowly becomes a mere routine for me?

Worse still,
What if
One day
Your reply is,
"I don't, anymore."?
First poem in my A to Z collection. Let's hope this lasts. :)
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
malaz
i am very good at putting names to faces and i am naked in your bedroom.
its too cold outside and there are people arguing in Portuguese i stand where i can hear them and you sit on the bed with your hands shaking trying to grasp some sanity from the air.
my favorite thing about you is that you don't have internet connection.
im in love with four boys who tried to shove their poetry down my throat but i know none of their names.
i know yours is wildfire and i am naked in your bedroom.
i can tell you i hate you in every single language and you would understand, not because we have some sort of magical connection but you are a linguist.
some words change from language to another but your name doesn't. your skin is ablaze, your eyes are small embers, every part of you is a wildfire.
im good at putting names to faces and you are good at putting yours to mine.
 Apr 2014 svdgrl
pluie d'été
it would be easier
if i had one favourite colour
but i don't
i have seven

it would be easier
if i could put
mixed flowers
and colours
in my house
but i can't
i only want one type
at a time

it would be easier
if i had a favourite
type of tea
but i like them most
at different times

it would be easier
if i could finish
more than a glass of wine
before my head
starts to become fuzzy
but i can barely drink half
i hope it's just the size of the glass

it would be easier
if what i said
were always true
and my mind
would never change
but it always does
leaving a messy pile
of what looks like masks
and broken hearts
behind me

it would be easier
if i could fall in love
with more than just him
but i can't
unless you count the sky
and the ocean

it would be easier
if i could concentrate
through a whole film
or listen to exactly
what you're saying
when you're gossiping
but the night sky in the window
and that crack
in the wall behind you
looks so much more interesting

it would be easier
if i was okay
when you mixed my foods
and if i couldn't imagine
the dna of ones' past
conciousness
staining my pots and pans
but i'm not
and i always do
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