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These I have loved

A great tall girl, full of blue

Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted

Glasses that were black but now are pink

A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater

Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush

A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon

A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it

The future that lights up my nighttime

A conversation of Apple's and taste

Two people so together- hot and cold water

The sound of soothing poetry

A great tall girl

Yes,

These I have loved

Trying to convince my shadow that

I am someone worth following.

Rudy Francisco

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

“I choose to love you in silence because in silence I find no rejection, and in silence no one owns you but me.”

— Rumi

First Kiss

I stole a kiss from you on our first real date I couldn't help it You were in the middle of a sentence as you spoke of music and art you loved and I just leaned over and kissed you And then filled anxious nerves

"Oh" that was all you said and I apologized again and again You looked at me I looked at you and we tried again for a first kiss

For real this time

True, daddy

I started a blog on WordPress for my poetry come see what I wrote and maybe read about me, there's only two pieces so far but I have tons poems waiting for you all

The Colour blue

Favourite Pieces

My Favorites A Selection Of My Favourite Written Pieces Over The Years 22 July 2017, 02h44 If my word’s could turn into bullets shooting Thr

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

I wanna write a story

about the sun that was once my chest,

about the cloud that was once my head,

about reaching for air, how I was finally able

to fill my lungs with a single breath,

how I've learned about peace and then heard

something inside me crack.

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

I move too fast, it's my thing

to set a pace and outrun it;

it's my thing to collect my tears just in case

all drinking water gets poisoned -

can only hope that I've cried enough

so I won't die of thirst.

If you wanna love the world, where do you start?

'Cause I can feel like I'm about to break,

again;

I remember so very clearly

how I was making deals back then

for just a splinter of, not joy,

but potential.

Cycles over cycles, little athlete, tell me -

didn't you pass yourself a million times?

Do you still mourn the dreams

you once had when you were more than stuck

and just needed to get out?

If you wanna love the world, step by step,

how do you do that without needing to resurrect;

I found my place in the world and came back from the dead,

but casket diaries, they become quite exhausting -

take a second, just imagine it,

it's no fun anymore the millionth time

'cause I know by now

how my coffin's shaped and

my fear has turned to resignation.

So how does it come the sun still hurts as badly,

so how does it come that the light on my skin

still feels like it did on the first day?

Her: I wish someone would take me out on a date

Me: well my lady, let's go out

Her: you are asking me out, are you going joking or...

Me: well no if you say yes to my date

Her: you are crazy

Me: I have to go...