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Let's Call This the BeginningHe turned back towards me and held out his hand. I reached forward, watching his chest rise and fall underneath his shirt. I imagined his lungs were full of wind; there was a storm hidden behind his teeth and we were going to run away together to fly kites and watch the clouds chase the sun across the horizon. Our fingers touched and my imagination raced; we were holding hands at midnight in the city, climbing rooftops and racing shooting stars across the empty streets. He closed his hand around mine and our shoulders brushed.

That's when I realized I was lonely.

It became one of the many things I avoid telling people. Like sometimes I have

forever-girlshe's tired. worn.
but she can't fall asleep anymore
because she's scared of waking up.

i think back to the nights
when we pretended we could touch the stars
and we lit up the sky with laughter.

oh those long ago feelings.

she's the type of girl who hides her pain
because she doesn't want anyone else to be hurt.
she wears too much make-up
to cover up the tears in her eyes.

she tries to smile and it just about breaks my heart.

forever-girl,
can i be your hero?

King of HeartsAnd that's when I see him for the first time. The boy. The magician. The thief. The king.

He's facing away from me, on the sidewalk with a small crowd around him. Shirtless, with dirty ripped jeans and bare feet. Crudely painted swirls of ink cover his torso and ripple over his small shoulder blades. His white blonde hair is laced with gel and spiked haphazardly. There's a small chain around his neck.

Despite his bizarre appearance I can't help wonder how old the boy is.
He's just a kid.

The crowd around him applauds lightly. They toss him a few coins and walk away.
He turns around. Right away I notice his eyes, a startlingly light blue

Wishing for Something"I wish we could be together."
"Yeah," he says, "I wish a lot of things."

In the silence, he realizes that he's terrified of her. Of what she might mean. There's so much that he could tell her, but the words he longs to speak stick in his throat, leaving him breathless.

She smiles, golden in the sunset, and blows on a dying dandelion. The gossamer seeds fly away as she looks at him tightly and tilts her head towards him. Looking at the faint curve of her lips, he knows exactly what she wished for.

Oh long-lost boy, this is the moment you always wanted, the moment you hoped would never come.

He kisses her, because what else is he suppose

Love Songs to the MoonHe's lonely, just another dreamer-boy with his head in the clouds.
For a boy who would never be loved, he had so much love in him.

She runs her tongue along her teeth. Are you afraid of dragons? she asks.
I imagine her with scales and wings, breathing fire. I tell her no, I'm a knight in shining armour.
Oh, she says with mock seriousness, you're fearless then.
I'm afraid, I say softly, I'm afraid of falling.
She leans in close. I feel her breath on my lips as she whispers, What about falling in love?
I forget how to breathe. The world starts to spin and I close my eyes.

Then she kisses me full on the mouth and my spine turns to feath

Across the OceanI stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart and I swear I could hear you crying.I've never felt as complete as I did then.Let's just pretend that you didn't break my heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile you left behind.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.When it started raini

ErsatzHe has danger painted on his lips
and a terrifying truth hidden under his bed.

And I'm the only one who knows
he got a tattoo for his thirteenth birthday
that makes his skin look like it's
on fire.

You know,
girls say he's the hottest boy in ninth grade.
He's burning up.

But he doesn't care for them

because he's secretly in love with Sam
[who, obviously, doesn't have a clue].
No one does.

But how long can you keep your secrets, pseudo-boy,
before you lose yourself?

He takes a look around him
and destroys as many people as he can
so he won't be hurt

again.

Le vent du coeurI pretend
the pulse of rain
is a lullaby —

when I say your name
it feels like
thunder in my lungs

— and the howling wind,
sometimes,
sings me to sleep.

summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.

i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.

this has always been a seas

ResilienceWhen I was young, I loved to watch my father work. I used to think sparks were dangerous, so I would sit far enough away that the fire could not reach me. But I could still feel the heat, watching sparks rise high into the smoky air.

I was terrified of darkness. I would sleep with a candle burning to protect me, but shadows invaded my dreams. I pretended I was a dragon, filled with flames. Fearless.

Defiant.

No one believes in dragons anymore. No one believes in fire, either. I've grown up into the age of electricity, where fire is too hot and too wild to touch. Why risk burning yourself when light and heat are ready at the flip of a switc

Like an Unfinished Love PoemShe calls him a poet but in truth he's just a dreamer with too many words in his head. He doesn't believe that he's fallen in love so he pretends to be a lovestruck stranger and writes how it might feel.
When I touch her lips with mine,
I'm not smiling,
not feeling,
breathing,
—

I'm just living.When she said goodbye her heart pounded weakly against her heavy chest. With every pulse of blood through her veins she felt tension in her wrists; she was holding back, holding back. Her breastbone still feels like the wall of a jail cell – her heartbeat thumping wildly like a prisoner begging to be freed. She wants to rip off her jacket be

Brokenboy7.
He's on his way home from school, happily clutching a big blue birthday candle.
His mom looks at him lovingly, "Happy birthday."

The car spins out of control and he screams. His mom grits her teeth and slams her foot on the brake pedal. A truck speeds towards them, horn blaring, but it's too late; she reaches for him and cries, "I love —"

When he wakes up from the coma, she's already gone.

"— you," his dad whispers angrily, cheeks wet with tears.
The boy starts to tremble in his hospital bed. "Dad?"
"Why are you alive, when she's —" his dad's voice breaks, "she's —"
"I'm cold," his voice is barely above a whimp

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by =jonathoncomfortreed, Sep 15, 2011, 10:27:05 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

_{I'm sitting at my desk
– new desk, new place
I'm efficient, I'm that
– guy who gets things done

I feel fine.

And then
– you.

I've been gone for a week
and I just realized how much I miss you.

I miss you in a million ways at once
– and now I can't stop crying.

Really.
And I'm that
– guy who doesn't cry

-
it's like
half of my
self
is missing
-

I've never felt like this
before.
I need you so

much.}

half of myselfby =jonathoncomfortreed

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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I just moved to university, and my twin sister

I can't,
i just can't

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~Nobody347 Sep 23, 2011

Wow. Beautiful. I have a twin sister, I can't imagine what it'll be like. I never really.....
I used to think.....
I mean, wouldn't it be......................................
I don't know. I don't know what I think anymore. I'm thinking, would it be better or worse for me?
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I don't exactly have an ear for poetry, but I ll think this is good. One thing: athe part where it says "I just realized......." the rest of the poem is in present tense, then it changes here to past, athen back to present. But I'm trying to think about what it would be like if you made that present tense too.......

=jonathoncomfortreed Oct 9, 2011 Student Photographer

Yeah, it's a lot harder than I expected.

Anyway.
Thanks for the critique, but I'm not really sure I see what you're talking about.

It looks like all present tense to me.

~Nobody347 Oct 11, 2011

"Realized" is written in the past tense here. The rest is in present. I would say "I realize now" or something like that.

~IndigoSkyes Sep 16, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Before I even got past the first stanza I was like oh dear god, Sarah and Jon.

And it made my heart hurt.

=jonathoncomfortreed Sep 22, 2011 Student Photographer

Uh-huh.

~IndigoSkyes Sep 23, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I love you. Just so you know.

~marikob-k Sep 15, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

I started crying before I even started reading the poem.

Thanks.

=jonathoncomfortreed Sep 22, 2011 Student Photographer

I was crying before, during and after.

So there.

~marikob-k Sep 22, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

You win a weepy win.

~WanderingHere Sep 15, 2011

_{ohhh, jonjon.
i don't think i've ever cried as much as i did the first night.
well - maybe after the accident, but you were there then, to make everything okay.
you're in my head all the time - i see things i want to show you, inside jokes i want to make ..
i saw this.
i love you.}

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