Poems about close

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I know we're never really apart; only far
From eachother.

But I can't wait to feel you in my arms.

Touching the ocean
Edge of creation— her skin
Fingers in the sands

I walked out of the river
The place where I was born
Yet my roots remain detached, unbind
Looked up to the nigh's sky
Watched the stars burn and thought of their end.

I ran into the forest
The place where I'm confound
My swing torn from branches, sawed off
Looked up to the morn's sky
Observed the sun and feared it's distance nearing.

Milk bottle naked, I followed my destined path
The alien world full of new tech and standards
Must keep up appearances, have to fit in
I have to fit in
I HAVE to fit in.
I must keep up appearances
I need a phone, I need a profile
I need those grades
I need to get into university
I need a job, a career!

Breathe.

If you read this, please. Read this!
Do something, change.
You must change.


I run to the river
My heaven, oh, home
The roots tied my feet to it's bed, trapped
Looked up to the outside
Felt the rush drag me down.

I want to scream out poetry
That feels like swallowing rocks
When you hear it

There are many things trembling, disparate, conscious of their
Spaces. things appear colossal when near. rife as tongued word,
An approximation – a misuse of time;

Dealing more for sight than feeling, things snap in a very short distance.
Fire burning glowers pale. lilt of a sentence in speech.

A luminescence is nearness. its impact, relative – brands it a different
Form, recalls it, a clear warning as message.

What is yearned for is distant. mostly what's ignored is as obvious
As want. you, both at the same time, undulating.

I look outside
At the green murky water
That fills
My in-ground pool
And i remember the day
I tried to clean it
But i was too small
And weak
And the heat was too much
So i quit halfway through

And now leaves drift
Slowly to their watery graves
Among moles, spiders, and frogs
Who foolishly yearned
To take a refreshing dip
From which they never returned

The reflection of the blue
October sky and
Sparse leaves
Is beautiful and heart breaking
And i half expect
Corpses to
Float to the surface
And beckon me below
With their waterlogged
Finger tips
And broken tooth smiles

I picture myself,
Toes on the edge of the diving board,
Ready to take the leap

I'll swan dive in
And sink to the bottom
And broken bodies
Will hold me
As i learn to say goodbye

There are places
On my skin that
Have been carved out
Or in
I can't remember
Getting all of them
So I am sure to
Remind these forgotten marks
They will always
Mean something to me
Even if I wear a few
More proudly
Than the
Rest