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I Looked Out My Window

Updated on March 10, 2011

 I used to sit at my window

and stare


for someone to be there.

for a midnight walk

a stolen kiss

a revival of emotion

that had been lost among the rubble

and then

i looked out my window one night

and you were there

calling to me

like a distant memory

that had distorted itself over time.

One look

and that memory began to breathe again



to breathe again.

My creativity

that had been wiped away with dried tears

flowed once again

and for the first time

in a long time

i remembered what it was like

to know who i was.

the cool revelation ran down my dry throat

and saved me.

i will never forget

that you were the one

that brought that life back into me.

you were the one

who, without saying a word

reminded me

of who i was.

such a short part you played

but huge was your impact

so long ago.

when i saw you again...

it rushed back into me like strong winds

carrying me back

to myself.

Ill never regret a second spent with you.

i hold every moment inside a deep part of my soul.

way in the back, where only i can find it.

the more i remember the intense feelings

the fire

the more i crave it again

pine for it

yearn for it

one more touch

one more conversation

one more breath on my neck.

So complicated and so simple.

So much more to me

than i believe it was to you.

But somehow, that's irrelevant to the way it made me feel.

You bring the jade out in me.

The best parts of me

that i seemed to push aside

My promise to myself

is to never do that again

to never shove my fire down

and just go through the motions

I was suffocated

and you breathed air back into me.

I'd thank you,

but somehow that seems condescending

But i am grateful

Whenever you cross my mind

i am reminded that i am me

i am reminded of what i love

what i am passionate for

what my soul cannot live without.

i think about you

when i see certain art

or hear certain music

see certain sky's

the feelings i felt with you

are within me

are a part of me

an important part

ill never let that go.

so that's where i keep you

in a dimly lit forest

in the deepest part of me

where i can always find you

where you can remind me to escape back to myself

to run back without stopping

to the core of who i am.

you are my glimmering red slippers.


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    • Nikkij504gurl profile image

      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      that person truly is your inspiration. your muse. im glad you found your way back to yourself, and blessing us with such wonderful words of poetry, and the songs you put on here are great.

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      sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

      Thanks Pink Um.

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      tom hellert 6 years ago from home


      Good stuff- I wanted to say "bitchin" but- I might be a lil different in my analysis of artsy stuff like yours- Good job either way Pinkster


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      the pink umbrella 6 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      now that...i didnt know you had in you slingobay. beautiful. Alot of times, i find it tacky that one would write a poem underneith another's work here on hubpages. But i feel as though yours was inspired, not competition. Ill keep it if you dont mind... :)

      Look up sling, that fire's still there. You just have to find a way to ignite. Sending love to you...and fire


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      sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

      I awoke to your words

      as if in a dream

      to make everything seem

      so much like

      these words were my own

      about myself

      stone cold numbness

      of spirit

      once aflame from the core

      as if the sun


      yet drawing strength


      life from a source

      beyond my sphere.

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      Misha 6 years ago from DC Area

      I don't know, I had to restart. Probably it was overwhelmed by the beauty of your poem. ;)

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      the pink umbrella 6 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      haha, why?

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      Misha 6 years ago from DC Area

      On this hub my computer hanged...

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      the pink umbrella 6 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      Thats funny, because as soon as i started to write last night, i was so filled with inspiration, and by the time i noticed the hour, it was 3:30 in the morning, lol. I was hyper too last night. Im glad when you got home, you got to come home to me.

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ..I really can't get this out of my mind - it's so good ....because it comes from your own sweet poetic soul - must listen to some more music here at 6:45 am and have another beer ..... I'm hyper!!!!!!

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      epigramman 6 years ago

      ....and yes I am back .... after thinking about this - your last line is poignant - and has such great meaning and depth - in your reference to the Wizard of Oz - yes?

      ......when I look inside your window - it is your eyes which invite me - and your words - which comfort me!

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      epigramman 6 years ago my goodness my sweet Stephanie - you just simply take my breath away with your lovely writing - but then again you have also 'breathed life into me' ... just arrived home after night shift to find this - so it was certainly worth coming home to ........ the poetic fires are burning and you are stoking it .......

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      Cagsil 6 years ago from USA or America

      Very nicely written Pink. :)