a scratchpad for strangers to scurry through

she*they || le$bean, but that was probably obvious

[blueoceanpoetry]

natasha

natasha,

there was something

in the faint glimmer of your eyes

that mesmerized me from the start.

natasha,

yours was a vintage beauty,

unattainable in most nowadays but

you encapsulated it wonderfully.

even on those mornings

you struggled to awaken

or those nights

you couldn’t see ahead,

you sheltered me and kept me safe.

i hope you know that when we parted ways

that day it was the easiest thing i’ve ever done,

because you taught me to live and let live.

natasha,

i love you.

i hope you see the east coast some day.

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as does wild fire she

burns mercilessly through the

forest of my heart.

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porcelain doll

please be careful with me, darling.

i promise if you let me

i’ll sit here pretty just for you,

like the perfect porcelain doll

you regard me as.

please mark me fragile, sweetheart.

i promise if you let me

i’ll fall right over

and my plaits will become missed

and my dress will become tattered

almost as fast as

Confidence and Self Love

will find someone else who matters

more.

please be so gentle with me, lover girl.

after all

you have to be with porcelain,

otherwise you risk it

shattering.

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sand dollars are rarely found whole.

in a chaotic place they are tossed around and overcrowded.

they are broken apart and hammered against even after they have given up life.

i was like a sand dollar once.

constantly assaulted by waves

of overwhelming sadness and fury and betrayal, i was in shambles.

i had given up hope in ever finding my quiet serenity.

then came you.

you, with the chaos of a hurricane entrapped in that wonderful mind of yours.

you, with a laugh that fills up a space as if zeus himself had unleashed the most ferocious storm.

you, with the eyes of someone who has seen too much in too little time.

you, with a kindness towards others only shown by those who have seldom experienced it towards themselves.

you.

because if you i have begun to feel like the perfect sand dollar you etched carefully into my arm;

whole.

you are the quiet serenity which has overtaken my chaotic place.

and i hope that, like the perfect

sand dollar on my arm, you are forever.

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we made love last night.

until now

we had just been fucking

in the bed we shared,

and it felt like nothing more than

a friendship with the most glorious

benefits.

but at last,

we made love last night.

part of my being was attaching itself to you.

reaching into the highest tower, you

rescued the maiden in distress.

while exploring the depths of the ocean, you discovered a beautiful creature only dreamt of.

you almost cried doing it.

and for the first time

it was a forever kind of love,

we were jack and rose.

we were carl and ellie.

we were noah and allie.

but i saw you holding back.

i felt you restraining the sobs i knew were lurking beneath the surface.

why couldn’t you let yourself cry?

i did.

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"i might

be the

writer

but you'll

always

be the

words"

-- ben maxfield

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bodies

my bright eyes peer deep into the dark caverns of yours

and a calm understanding passes between us.

my hands grasp for you and rake against your honey skin

and pry you so close that

our chests connect, and the passion we share pours

continuously from one heart into the other.

beginning in my gut, soft sobs make their way to the surface

like bubbles of carbon dioxide escape serenely from sea grass.

and as feathers get caught in the light breeze of a beautiful may day,

our souls are lifted gently from our bodies.

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mundane

i miss cooking with you,

and seasoning our salmon

with kisses and hugs from behind.

i miss sleeping with you

and tucking you away from the nightmares

with slow, soft kisses along your spine.

i miss showering with you

and washing that small area on your back

that you can never quite reach.

i miss cleaning with you

and refreshing the space we share together

to create room for memories to come

flooding in.

i miss doing the most mundane things with you,

and feeling like i’ve finally found home.

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i’m trynna swim thru ur blue ocean lil mama where u stay at when ur not swimmin thru my dreams aha im trynna ride the wave u feel me

well kind fellow i hope youre wearing your PFD, my ocean is full of whitecaps

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There lay two hearts: one

Heart waits, pristine in order,

Eager to be touched.

Resting near, the end

Eagerly rushing in, a

Second heart waits, numb.

All along, each heart

laid patiently waiting for the one

whom they lay next to.

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your body is glass

made of stardust and blown

by the mouths of gods

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an introduction

i wanted to create this page for 2 main reasons:

1. i heard 2014 tumblr was making a comeback. i missed out on it the first time, and wanted my own shot at it.

2. i write so many poems for my lover, and for many other things, its taking up too much room on my laptop.

so please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.