I love the way you smile at me, i love the way you stare,
I love the way you think of me and that you're always there,
I love the way your eyes light up when you look at me that way,
I love the time we spend together that creates a perfect day.
I love the way we laugh together and I love the way we talk,
I love the way you carry yourself and i love the way you walk,
I love the way you care for me and how you show it in the things you do,
Anyway.....i guess all i'm trying to say is I love you.
Its cheesy....i know lol!
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Comforting evening
Silence slows. Simmer the light.
Night enfolds. Comforts.
Greens turn dark olives, to black.
Irises adjust to darkness. Soothing is the
moist, warm air.
A light breeze catches a tickle.
Whispers of animals as they
collect the remainder evening tithes. Carrying
fast. Don't dwell, don't twaddle.
Not looking back. Drop off the
worry. Slink under cover, protection.
Whirlwinds chase each distant
cloud. Beckoning a quiet stir of
lights. Hot lights yet no water
exits.
Flicker goes the candle. Sitting,
setting a silhouette against the
white walls. Washed, stained
yellow, green. Nature insisted.
Come inside, says a voice.
Calling to feast the eyes of waiting
aromas. Tempted to listen.
Nature, softer. Hear the
warmth, comfort that stays available
night to morn.
Stay with me, all I asked.
Last year.
Silence slows. Simmer the light.
Night enfolds. Comforts.
Greens turn dark olives, to black.
Irises adjust to darkness. Soothing is the
moist, warm air.
A light breeze catches a tickle.
Whispers of animals as they
collect the remainder evening tithes. Carrying
fast. Don't dwell, don't twaddle.
Not looking back. Drop off the
worry. Slink under cover, protection.
Whirlwinds chase each distant
cloud. Beckoning a quiet stir of
lights. Hot lights yet no water
exits.
Flicker goes the candle. Sitting,
setting a silhouette against the
white walls. Washed, stained
yellow, green. Nature insisted.
Come inside, says a voice.
Calling to feast the eyes of waiting
aromas. Tempted to listen.
Nature, softer. Hear the
warmth, comfort that stays available
night to morn.
Stay with me, all I asked.
Last year.
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Fragile in a sealing
Sweetness of a soft lullaby finds my mind trailing back to a night of a cleansing moonlit sky. A hope that lingered ever so gently. A caress that favored the chill of an arm. The bumps that were warmed with a smile.
A token of kindness that lit the sky with stars burning in the evergreen. A bit of the overlaying decisions of love. A bit of shyness that befalls the tenderness. A tiny giggle that fades into the arms tightened with intensity.
A distant yet unforgettable memory. Even as I am here, the warmth overcomes me. A smirk settles well upon light pink lips. All I ask for is the forbidden dream of a kiss. Something you think I don't like. A slip of the idea.
Oh if you had known that one flick of a kiss melted me, I do think the exploration would have been there. Yet I only slip in the knowledge now because it is safer. No longer a threat to unfold me. To give you power over me, only to throw me away.
See that is the silence a woman has. A secret she hold within depths. She craves for the diver but never really gives enough oxygen to help the search. See that is her power. To unleash the a truth of discovery is damaging.
Perhaps that is why I led all to believe, kissing is not my thing. Oh but I craved for a surprise. Another part of me. I do enjoy surprises. Not the overrated ones, nor predictable. I like randomness, a note or a picked flower/weed. Even that of silliness - that of laughter and silence.
Something that was noticed about me, so off that a person dips deep enough to search for something I spoke of. Such as I do, a book, a manuscript, a note, a smirk or just something that may not be the exact thing, but substitution.
Where the thought was the implemented part.
Alas I only whispered how to dig deep well after all is gone. It is so much easier to say now. No opportunity to expand on the subject now. Not even a tiny bit. I can let down my barrier so a soft weakness can be shown.
Only now can I fully explain that I am true to a romantic. The epitome of the Elizabeth Bennet. I certainly would not find myself falling upon feet for attention for I am content as me, yet just once, the idea of being equally desired and held intelligently is quite a dream that only deserves a bit of sighs.
A lullaby truly soothes me away from explaining I could have been quite content with you. And yet, I displayed all the forms of a woman, none want to capture and hold. Truthfully I did that to myself. I let you believe I could deal with all the others.
And yet. now, I do. I don't even think about them. I just hope where ever you are, reading this in your own time, find yourself wondering a what if. And then carry on the as the day gains time.
I hope. I really know I should have been broken, vulnerable but what would you have found? Nothing to your liking. Being capable of looking away, swallowing down all that was hopefully given. Yes I didn't open up to you.
Only because a kiss is fragile. Delicate so much you would have seen a depth of me, you could tear apart. I could not allow that. For I understood that wasn't a place you wanted to go.
And still you spoke of things so damaging to me. As I let go and you did same. I am grateful I never allowed you to really know just how much one kiss could break me.
If you had know, would you have gone into my silence? Would you have trekked inside or have been too scared to enter?
Who is to know now. My barriers are down. I am letting my weaknesses make me stronger.
So you know now. I would have asked. Dared to beg. Yet I let you believe I hated them. Alas, no.
Sweetness of a soft lullaby finds my mind trailing back to a night of a cleansing moonlit sky. A hope that lingered ever so gently. A caress that favored the chill of an arm. The bumps that were warmed with a smile.
A token of kindness that lit the sky with stars burning in the evergreen. A bit of the overlaying decisions of love. A bit of shyness that befalls the tenderness. A tiny giggle that fades into the arms tightened with intensity.
A distant yet unforgettable memory. Even as I am here, the warmth overcomes me. A smirk settles well upon light pink lips. All I ask for is the forbidden dream of a kiss. Something you think I don't like. A slip of the idea.
Oh if you had known that one flick of a kiss melted me, I do think the exploration would have been there. Yet I only slip in the knowledge now because it is safer. No longer a threat to unfold me. To give you power over me, only to throw me away.
See that is the silence a woman has. A secret she hold within depths. She craves for the diver but never really gives enough oxygen to help the search. See that is her power. To unleash the a truth of discovery is damaging.
Perhaps that is why I led all to believe, kissing is not my thing. Oh but I craved for a surprise. Another part of me. I do enjoy surprises. Not the overrated ones, nor predictable. I like randomness, a note or a picked flower/weed. Even that of silliness - that of laughter and silence.
Something that was noticed about me, so off that a person dips deep enough to search for something I spoke of. Such as I do, a book, a manuscript, a note, a smirk or just something that may not be the exact thing, but substitution.
Where the thought was the implemented part.
Alas I only whispered how to dig deep well after all is gone. It is so much easier to say now. No opportunity to expand on the subject now. Not even a tiny bit. I can let down my barrier so a soft weakness can be shown.
Only now can I fully explain that I am true to a romantic. The epitome of the Elizabeth Bennet. I certainly would not find myself falling upon feet for attention for I am content as me, yet just once, the idea of being equally desired and held intelligently is quite a dream that only deserves a bit of sighs.
A lullaby truly soothes me away from explaining I could have been quite content with you. And yet, I displayed all the forms of a woman, none want to capture and hold. Truthfully I did that to myself. I let you believe I could deal with all the others.
And yet. now, I do. I don't even think about them. I just hope where ever you are, reading this in your own time, find yourself wondering a what if. And then carry on the as the day gains time.
I hope. I really know I should have been broken, vulnerable but what would you have found? Nothing to your liking. Being capable of looking away, swallowing down all that was hopefully given. Yes I didn't open up to you.
Only because a kiss is fragile. Delicate so much you would have seen a depth of me, you could tear apart. I could not allow that. For I understood that wasn't a place you wanted to go.
And still you spoke of things so damaging to me. As I let go and you did same. I am grateful I never allowed you to really know just how much one kiss could break me.
If you had know, would you have gone into my silence? Would you have trekked inside or have been too scared to enter?
Who is to know now. My barriers are down. I am letting my weaknesses make me stronger.
So you know now. I would have asked. Dared to beg. Yet I let you believe I hated them. Alas, no.
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One more for today because they are so long... enjoy everyone
Poem volume
I sat here reading over volumes of old poems. So many lost in childish dreams of an eighteen year old girl. So many pieces leading up to the breaking point of high school and the new borders of college. Here in this midriff of life I see the growing I truly began.
These tight volumes of words flew across pages. So many stanza and so many forms. Truly a wonder we still have paper available.
In truth I see myself. The darkness that leaked and the pain I held. The freedom and the flight I took just to fight for who I was to become. The differences that made the grittiness stick.
These are the words that made or broke me in a thunder and storm of tears. I either lived or I died.
And I chose to keep moving.
The advancements of life paraded across my stained lines to try to corrode the very blood I cleaned. And I halted each part. Severed myself from what was real and what was family.
This branch of life was beaten to thin sticks and yet I welded myself to heal. Who does that alone? Who stands on their feet and cuts the umbilical cord from all that is known as a connection, to just breathe? To just take those first steps, steady and solo?
And through these journals I see the ups and downs. I see the tears and cuts. Even more I see the betrayal and severance.
But also I see the words of love.
As I travelled do an through the volumes I note the skips in years. Trading experiences for notes.
To this day I have scars welded deep within me. Bitter to choke on but they help me survive. And as I sit with the most recent of parchment I can't help but see my cycle of trust, hope, love, hurt, despair and strength. Each time I fall I get back up. I find that root to intertwine and mesh to make a new breed.
A new me. One more stain soaked into my skin. Made of invisible ink that only seen through life as memories. That is how I began.
Tiny. Unimagined. Multiple issues scored across my veins. Yet I am resilient. My goal to thrive shocked all.
And to this day every inch of me shocks. Thunder. Lightning resides w within me. So as I sit here glancing over the loss of people I still recall my memories.
Loving each one. One by one unfolding a new part of me. Just as I drop another poem to formed lines.
Poem volume
I sat here reading over volumes of old poems. So many lost in childish dreams of an eighteen year old girl. So many pieces leading up to the breaking point of high school and the new borders of college. Here in this midriff of life I see the growing I truly began.
These tight volumes of words flew across pages. So many stanza and so many forms. Truly a wonder we still have paper available.
In truth I see myself. The darkness that leaked and the pain I held. The freedom and the flight I took just to fight for who I was to become. The differences that made the grittiness stick.
These are the words that made or broke me in a thunder and storm of tears. I either lived or I died.
And I chose to keep moving.
The advancements of life paraded across my stained lines to try to corrode the very blood I cleaned. And I halted each part. Severed myself from what was real and what was family.
This branch of life was beaten to thin sticks and yet I welded myself to heal. Who does that alone? Who stands on their feet and cuts the umbilical cord from all that is known as a connection, to just breathe? To just take those first steps, steady and solo?
And through these journals I see the ups and downs. I see the tears and cuts. Even more I see the betrayal and severance.
But also I see the words of love.
As I travelled do an through the volumes I note the skips in years. Trading experiences for notes.
To this day I have scars welded deep within me. Bitter to choke on but they help me survive. And as I sit with the most recent of parchment I can't help but see my cycle of trust, hope, love, hurt, despair and strength. Each time I fall I get back up. I find that root to intertwine and mesh to make a new breed.
A new me. One more stain soaked into my skin. Made of invisible ink that only seen through life as memories. That is how I began.
Tiny. Unimagined. Multiple issues scored across my veins. Yet I am resilient. My goal to thrive shocked all.
And to this day every inch of me shocks. Thunder. Lightning resides w within me. So as I sit here glancing over the loss of people I still recall my memories.
Loving each one. One by one unfolding a new part of me. Just as I drop another poem to formed lines.
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Im drowning in a flood of emotions in me,
It's hard to reach out and it's hard to break free,
Everything I do seems to turn into shit,
And everything I say digs me deeper into it.
It feels like I'm falling as I struggle to breathe,
I'm scared of facing what lurks beneath,
I try to smile but the hurt keeps eating away,
And it shows in what I do and everything that I say.
Maybe I'm no good though I try so hard to be,
Im sorry I always fuck it up but that's just me,
Lately it feels like I can't do nothing right,
I'm tired of trying and I'm giving up the fight.
(I was in a bad place when I wrote this, but this is my way of releasing anger....hurt....stress)
It's hard to reach out and it's hard to break free,
Everything I do seems to turn into shit,
And everything I say digs me deeper into it.
It feels like I'm falling as I struggle to breathe,
I'm scared of facing what lurks beneath,
I try to smile but the hurt keeps eating away,
And it shows in what I do and everything that I say.
Maybe I'm no good though I try so hard to be,
Im sorry I always fuck it up but that's just me,
Lately it feels like I can't do nothing right,
I'm tired of trying and I'm giving up the fight.
(I was in a bad place when I wrote this, but this is my way of releasing anger....hurt....stress)
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Thank you. I am selective in the ones I put on here because I have a whole blog for them. So I just don't want them in so many spaces.
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There are things that I want to experience with you that I probably never would,
And even though I know these things were not
meant for us I still wish that I could,
If our worlds were different I'd leave it all behind,
I'd start a new life with you and I know that you won't mind,
But these things are only dreams on clouds floating inside my head,
Unobtainable visions at night when it's dark and I'm in bed.
There are memories I would have liked to create with you that's already been done,
But these memories have been etched inside of you.......I was just not the one,
How I wish I could have stolen your heart and been your first kiss,
I would have given anything to have been the reason for your first cry of bliss,
These memories are only wishes and will forever remain out of touch,
But even though they are not real, these memories make me miss you so much.
There are feelings I long to have felt that I will never know,
These feelings I'd want to nuture as they could only grow,
Like the feeling I get when I look into your eyes,
Or the feeling of pure adoration seeing you walk down the isle,
That is a feeling that is lost to me and I'll never have to hold,
To have placed my ring on your finger and my promise with you to grow old.
There are words that I want to share with you and I guess I still can,
Where we go from here is written in fate's plan,
All the things I've voiced to you I know they won't be,
But I can still say that I know for sure that you love me,
For this I am thankfull.....for you in my heart,
New experiences, new memories, new feelings and a new start.
And even though I know these things were not
meant for us I still wish that I could,
If our worlds were different I'd leave it all behind,
I'd start a new life with you and I know that you won't mind,
But these things are only dreams on clouds floating inside my head,
Unobtainable visions at night when it's dark and I'm in bed.
There are memories I would have liked to create with you that's already been done,
But these memories have been etched inside of you.......I was just not the one,
How I wish I could have stolen your heart and been your first kiss,
I would have given anything to have been the reason for your first cry of bliss,
These memories are only wishes and will forever remain out of touch,
But even though they are not real, these memories make me miss you so much.
There are feelings I long to have felt that I will never know,
These feelings I'd want to nuture as they could only grow,
Like the feeling I get when I look into your eyes,
Or the feeling of pure adoration seeing you walk down the isle,
That is a feeling that is lost to me and I'll never have to hold,
To have placed my ring on your finger and my promise with you to grow old.
There are words that I want to share with you and I guess I still can,
Where we go from here is written in fate's plan,
All the things I've voiced to you I know they won't be,
But I can still say that I know for sure that you love me,
For this I am thankfull.....for you in my heart,
New experiences, new memories, new feelings and a new start.
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VirgoGirl
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She moves me in ways that I can not explain,
She rocks my world and drives me insane,
From the moment I wake to when I go to sleep,
She's all I think of and mine to keep.
She looks so good and sounds so right,
When darkness falls, she is my light,
She fills my dreams and makes me smile,
She's all i need, my choice, my style.
She rocks my world and drives me insane,
From the moment I wake to when I go to sleep,
She's all I think of and mine to keep.
She looks so good and sounds so right,
When darkness falls, she is my light,
She fills my dreams and makes me smile,
She's all i need, my choice, my style.
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Never mine to hold, never mine to call
You are never really mine at all
They way I miss you, my heart grieves
My soul's tears fall like autumn leaves
And you are never mine to have, never mine to hold
You are never really mine at all.
Never mine to kiss, never mine to need
Never really my love to feed
You are someone else's shining light
Someone else's star at night
And you are never really mine to love, never mine to keep
Never really mine to hold close as i fall asleep.
Never mine to wake up to, never mine to make smile
Never mine to be walking for that extra mile
This feeling inside of me grows deeper every day
I don't have the strength inside of me to say
That you will never really be mine to touch, never mine to feel,
Your heart will never really be mine at all to steal.
You are never really mine at all
They way I miss you, my heart grieves
My soul's tears fall like autumn leaves
And you are never mine to have, never mine to hold
You are never really mine at all.
Never mine to kiss, never mine to need
Never really my love to feed
You are someone else's shining light
Someone else's star at night
And you are never really mine to love, never mine to keep
Never really mine to hold close as i fall asleep.
Never mine to wake up to, never mine to make smile
Never mine to be walking for that extra mile
This feeling inside of me grows deeper every day
I don't have the strength inside of me to say
That you will never really be mine to touch, never mine to feel,
Your heart will never really be mine at all to steal.