Worlds Away

Days

Weeks

Years

That's the time that'll pass

Between us.

Years

Decades

Centuries

That's the time we'll be together

But now

We're seperated

Cut in half

Torn apart

We're worlds away

And I'd love to say

I can't wait 

Until the day

That I'll see you again,

But for now,

We're worlds away. 

Aaaaaaaaaand another poem. I like this one better XD

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When you were crying,

It was I who saw

And wished that there was something I could say

Wanted to hold you fast

Also I

Saw how tired you were that day,

And reminded you

To remember not to work too hard,

Swept the hair from your eyes

As you got up to eat

And though you probably thought

Nothing of it

It was also I

Who defended you

And told them that you didn’t mean it

And that

You were terribly sorry

And it was I who looked

Past the beautiful dark hair

And the brooding eyes

And the joking shouts

And the teasing smile

And realized that there was more to you,

Somewhere,

And someday I hoped to find it

But really

After all that I try to do

For you

The biggest thing,

Perhaps,

That I could ever do

The most unnoticeable

The most important,

Is continuing to do things

My level of affection

Only growing

Unencumbered by yours,

Small acts of kindness

Love,

Even,

Knowing

You will never

Do them

For me.

Gosh, I love this poem. FINALLY!!!

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I dream of you at night

Soul sweeping

Racing towards

You

I imagine you dream

Of the freckles

On my nose,

The beauty spots

Pinpointing

Across my arms

Instead

Of stars,

Speckled across

Moonlit horizons

And I

Imagine

You think

Of the deep green

Ocean of my

Eyes,

Rather than the sea

Crashing on rocky shores,

Licking at your toes

And I imagine

You’re seeing in

Your beautiful mind

Small pieces of my

Existence

Scattered across the board,

Wailing

Song

Into space

When really all

You’re seeing is

The underside of your eyelids

And the splotches of nothing

That fall from

My watching heart

Into your chest,

Strong to

Me but

Invisible

To you.

This poem I really like. Took long enough! XD

Dreams

I dream of you at night

Soul sweeping

Racing towards

You

I imagine you dream

Of the freckles

On my nose,

The beauty spots

Pinpointing

Across my arms

Instead

Of stars,

Speckled across

Moonlit horizons

And I

Imagine

You think

Of the deep green

Ocean of my

Eyes,

Rather than the sea

Crashing on rocky shores,

Licking at your toes

And I imagine

You’re seeing in

Your beautiful mind

Small pieces of my

Existence

Scattered across the board,

Wailing

Song

Into space

When really all

You’re seeing is

The underside of your eyelids

And the splotches of nothing

That fall from

My watching heart

Into your chest,

Pieces of my

Wishing

That

The hands I long

To touch so well, are

feeling

Me

In the beauty of

The sky.

I loved that Soprano! It was especially beautiful the way you kept up a choppy rhythm that you still carried through with flowing verbs and images...if that makes any sense :P 

Okay, so this is a new way of writing for me, because I hardly ever tell a story, and when I write I like things to be happy and good and the only conflict is nature. So, I'm changing things a bit with this poem, which is more of a narrative. Also, this will conflict with many of your views, but I'm just posting it here for feedback on the different style.

PASS OVER ME 

We don't like blood

so we filter our lives

block out violence until

we are old enough to glory in it.

We don’t like the idea 

of being ruined and broken;

things break

and our hearts go out

but we don’t want them

to go too far.

We don’t study history anymore

everything is picked through;

jumbled into a mix.

Values are lost

morals are created by 

animated movies 

and standards crumple

we dream of a Social Contract of sameness 

we dream of a world

that melts like chocolate onto our fingertips

before we can reach it to our mouths. 

Boundaries are yellow tape

and some people have scissors.

We don't like blood

and so it’s hard to dream of what

this security must cost

we don’t like earthquakes and storms

we don’t like shootings and terrorist attacks

so our hearts go out, but not too far

because we want them to come back

and when we study history, 

the world is yellow tape wrapped around intolerance

filling our eyes and stuffed in our mouths

we’re all on our knees here

we’re all taken down a notch

we all fall on our faces

but we don’t like blood,

so we put bandaids over history

and move on to current events. 

It’s hard to see some people passed over, 

and we want to shut our eyes and ears

when death steals away the firstborn.

Trust is difficult. 

Justice and judgment are difficult.

And it’s hard to see the blood that makes us whole 

because we don’t like blood. 

Some prices are just too high, 

some holes are too big. 

So if we don’t like blood, we can’t accept 

the perfect sacrifice.

So let’s rewind, 

and uncover the scabs of history

and the only truths that leave us 

fulfilled; washing out the emptiness

of sentimentalism.

Even today, we can still hear

the voices of the Israelites 

weaving through this great redemption 

Can’t you hear them telling their story

as they reclaim their promised land?

Can’t you hear them singing to Jesus:

pass over me, pass over me;

and in a world in which 

we don’t like blood

sometimes it’s hard to accept 

that blood paid it all.