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Hearts Waiting,
Our Wonder,
Togather
When do you think about me?
What is it you see
In your mind's eye
When I
Appear.
Do you feel what I feel?
The agony of wondering
What love there is
The sweet tease
Am I a flaming desire?
Boiling your blood
Burning places
Your cheeks deny with red?
Am I a rock?
A strength you run to
Wisdom and comfort
When nothing else seems right,
Real?
Or is the dream real?
When I see you
That soft glow, joy
Soft crystal and water
Your eyes
The lightness
Lust fading
Longing unknown
Knowing every thought
Our hearts.
If I ask you
What will you say
If you ask me
What will I feel?
Do you long to?
Do I?
My thoughts and dreams are of you
Am I?
My dearest dream,
My truest hope,
Wait for me,
You have my love,
Our wonder, our love
Each other.
Our Wonder,
Togather
When do you think about me?
What is it you see
In your mind's eye
When I
Appear.
Do you feel what I feel?
The agony of wondering
What love there is
The sweet tease
Am I a flaming desire?
Boiling your blood
Burning places
Your cheeks deny with red?
Am I a rock?
A strength you run to
Wisdom and comfort
When nothing else seems right,
Real?
Or is the dream real?
When I see you
That soft glow, joy
Soft crystal and water
Your eyes
The lightness
Lust fading
Longing unknown
Knowing every thought
Our hearts.
If I ask you
What will you say
If you ask me
What will I feel?
Do you long to?
Do I?
My thoughts and dreams are of you
Am I?
My dearest dream,
My truest hope,
Wait for me,
You have my love,
Our wonder, our love
Each other.
Literature
Love
Love
Flower, flower
Sweet, red and mine
You make my world spin
You make my words rhyme
Blossom, blossom
How pretty you are
The te
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
Literature
Hie Hence
Hie hence, lest ye be dispatched.
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This was a poem I wrote a long time ago thinking about and feeling for the one girl in all my life I truly fell in love for.
We were both too young, and I was too blind, not by love, but by need, to know what love was. We were really close for several years (middle school on up through high), and our ages were a bit too far apart (3 years) for us just then.
We just drifted apart for the longest time, and I'm still not sure if we're friends or just memories.
But I promised her a place always in my heart, as a loving friend and more if she asks, and she accepted, and agreed the same.
And she taught me more than enough to change my life, and someone like that, I'll always treasure, and keep a promise in my heart.
I've got a bigger heart than anyone should, and have been truly loving to a small number of rare friends, but, she was someone special.
She made me realize how truly vulnerable, and yet so full of strength and life anyone could be, she made me realize that there *are* people who are more beautiful than a poet's feel for a moment, a sunrise/set, the night, death, life...beautiful because they have a power inside of them that makes them physically glow...gah, I'm not even able to write it!
She was the first one in all my life to show that there really is a thing as love, even if between friends.
Words are paints and liquids to a poet because often, it is a poet who argues that words are never right, never quite enough.
Anyhow, this is an experimental, and erotic-to-the soul piece, about a place that only the best sex between deeply, limitlessly and vibrantly connected lovers may take...and sometimes, just sometimes, just being alone togather will take them farther and further than sex or love alone.
After all, it's written in that style and form you visit where words seem to be feelings and feelings seem to be a voice, and colors.
As the title suggests, read the passages on the left as one part, the ones on the right as another, and then read them however you'd like going down, it even works as a single piece if you go line by line.
For all the ones who've ever felt such boundless love and things words can't describe, I dedicate this piece.
And to one special person, A very treasured friend, just be safe, happy, and free always wherever you are, and may choose to be.
We were both too young, and I was too blind, not by love, but by need, to know what love was. We were really close for several years (middle school on up through high), and our ages were a bit too far apart (3 years) for us just then.
We just drifted apart for the longest time, and I'm still not sure if we're friends or just memories.
But I promised her a place always in my heart, as a loving friend and more if she asks, and she accepted, and agreed the same.
And she taught me more than enough to change my life, and someone like that, I'll always treasure, and keep a promise in my heart.
I've got a bigger heart than anyone should, and have been truly loving to a small number of rare friends, but, she was someone special.
She made me realize how truly vulnerable, and yet so full of strength and life anyone could be, she made me realize that there *are* people who are more beautiful than a poet's feel for a moment, a sunrise/set, the night, death, life...beautiful because they have a power inside of them that makes them physically glow...gah, I'm not even able to write it!
She was the first one in all my life to show that there really is a thing as love, even if between friends.
Words are paints and liquids to a poet because often, it is a poet who argues that words are never right, never quite enough.
Anyhow, this is an experimental, and erotic-to-the soul piece, about a place that only the best sex between deeply, limitlessly and vibrantly connected lovers may take...and sometimes, just sometimes, just being alone togather will take them farther and further than sex or love alone.
After all, it's written in that style and form you visit where words seem to be feelings and feelings seem to be a voice, and colors.
As the title suggests, read the passages on the left as one part, the ones on the right as another, and then read them however you'd like going down, it even works as a single piece if you go line by line.
For all the ones who've ever felt such boundless love and things words can't describe, I dedicate this piece.
And to one special person, A very treasured friend, just be safe, happy, and free always wherever you are, and may choose to be.
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it's nice.