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Alex Pitzel Poem
God, Your beautiful
and I hurt so bad, it's brutal
The way your hair flairs
like a flame in open air
even as you sit in your chair
at the front of the class
And when you move, I lose concentration
and despite my consternation,
your perambulation draws my gaze,
and casts a haze that clouds my mind
Your body, perfect, imprinted in my memory
Its shape, its smell
but, I have to tell, on it alone, I do not dwell
Your voice, leaves me no choice
When you speak,
I am weak to do anything but listen
and when you sing, its as the sound of spring
and with it, I am simple as melting snow, running into a flowing creek
But these are only the surface
They are warm, pleasant waters, shallow and beautiful
Yet there is much more
Past these is you
the deep blue of the depth of your mind
in here are the true mysteries that keep me here
in truth, this is the core
the thing that keeps mere me
frozen in fear of pushing you away
I want to explore,
to dive deep
to just be near
to really know you
and to know all of you
Copyright © Alex Pitzel | Year Posted 2011
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Alex Pitzel Poem
Every day that I see your face
Is another day in the race
That I don’t want eraced
From my mind
In which I find
The kind of bind
That keeps me sane
As I stand in the rain
And take the pain
That only the vain
Can create
As they permeate
Fate with their hate
Only you keep me true
When in view, i havn’t a clue what to do
To live up to you
In this race, I keep the pace
As I chase a trace of you
And me and what we could be
As we sit under a tree
And relish life without destiny
Copyright © Alex Pitzel | Year Posted 2011
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Alex Pitzel Poem
Every day is a reminder
That I’ve taken off the blinders
and now I see
what it means to be
to feel so free
yet so caught by this feeling
that I’ve fought without fleeing
and to come to the conclusion
that my delusion
was to think that I’d ever be able
to wipe the table
and to move on
Without a second thought,
Or third or fourth,
Because that’s what your worth
And if I were to unearth
All the feeling’s I’ve kept buried,
In this world so bloodied by lies
And fill’d with sad goodbyes
Of which I want no part,
Because in my heart,
I know
I know I want you to stay,
What I want you to say
And I want to lay to rest
All the rest of the possibilities.
Every day is a reminder
Of just how much kinder the world could be
To grant me the possibility
To express the real me
Copyright © Alex Pitzel | Year Posted 2011
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