While you read to me , I lay my head against your heart , my long dark hair spilling across your chest , looking up at you as I've never looked at any man before .
I get lost in the sound of your voice , the rise and fall of your chest , and your heart beating against my...
Actions are important to show love, but without words, I feel completely alone. Beautiful words will charge and restore me for hours or days. Hurtful words deplete me, I struggle to shake them off, hearing them over and over. Don't grunt a response to me, I need your words, I...
I love the power of words. Without them, how else can we communicate? But there is something more than that- there is the composition of words to convey beauty, a meditative state, a compliment- how we can instantly cheer people with words (and unfortunately there is...
People say actions speak louder than words, or that photographs are worth a thousand words. The fact that people had to say that, though, to bring to point that actions speak loudly is what gives the words the power.
Sometimes words are given more power with a passionate...
story, quote or hear a song... and you wish and hope with all your heart that it is in your destiny that someday, someone will be your Ernest Hemingway, Nicholas Sparks, Chistopher Pointdexter or Fred Astaire.- SS
if I am. There seem to be strange calmness within me when I am alone, Oddly, I do not get lonely, my mind drifts through the windows of my soul searching for openings. Escaping briefly only to open locked doors holding keys to places I have yet to discover.
Relaxing within my...
just letting it all out.
And then it comes to writing fantasies and slightly erotic feelings.. well that's just my specialty if I may say so myself xD
Its just amazing to write down how I feel, to put my desires into words.
Slightly embarrassing but oh well xD
character that he would pray to Allah
,, O Allah , just as you have beautified my physical being , beautify my character "(Ahmad 1/403, 6/68,155
The Prophet was so eager to improve his character that he would pray to Allah
,, O Allah , just as you have beautified my physical...
They are my love, I use (utilise, rather than manipulate ) them freely. They spill from my soul, deep down.
If I were to sit and censor them, I would only be dismembering myself. Syllable by syllable, a slow torture.
I can't go a day without expressing myself through the...
Rain before falling
But it isn't here yet ! Could it be that its on its on its way?
Is it that it comes up from space?
Its held by the clouds
They are Heavy and humid filled of rain
They are About to cry ?
Not until they held enough inside
They let it all fall down to...
You can mean many different things using words, and you can mean the same thing, only say it in a different way. I love language. I'm obviously fluent in English but I study French and have studied Spanish a lot and a little German. I wish to become fluent in the French language...
if I only love you in pen ?
I don't want a traceable kind of love .
write it BOLD permanent and black and leave the graphite at home .
I don't care if our ink smudges , just don't ever try to erase it ...
- Tyler Knott Gregson -
from broken open. It has made me comfortable in my wonder n ponder. Not so, that I stop that Phoenix processes. Rather I feel I am free to explore more parts of myself. One feels like it's healing becoming less splintered I go to other parts. It's as if I'm in a day care, the...
My favourite "ation-ated " things to do that I strive to get into my everyday life and vocabulary include:
"Titillation" (to excite or arouse agreeably-enough said)
"Fornication" (act of relieving the above)
"Mastication" (EASY DEVIANTS!! Not THAT the other. Hey-I'm...
akimbo - with the hands on the hips and elbows bent outward
bumf - worthless paperwork, literature, or junk mail
cataglottism - kissing with the tongue
doddle - something easy or requiring little effort
ecdysiast - strípper
floccinaucinihilipilification - the...
before, but I fall in love with words. I am immediately attracted to and intrigued by a person who uses strong, professional vocabulary. It makes me smile when people write passionately and from their heart, especially when the words flow elegantly. I enjoy when others care so...
Like little fairies using fireflies as lanterns. Illuminating the path to freedom threw the multie-colored rainbow to the edge of waterfalls soothingly flowing over paths of replenishing life!!
. just to love you. Then you said the sweetest things.. to make my head spin round and round. So then I fell, of course. Yes, it hurt. But then again I was warned. So I stood up.. and I scrambled your brains.. confused you.. distorted you.. and you fell, too.
Be the person you want to be, just be, be here, be there, be that, be this, be grateful for life, be grateful to life. Be nice, be nice to others, be you, be gleeful everyday for being the best, be mums best pie, be aware off, be no one except I, be food for thought for grown man...
A ship inside a bottle cannot sink or collect dust; It is nice to look at and floats on glass. No one is small enough to board it. It doesn’t know where it’s heading. The wind outside won’t blow its sails. It has no sails, only a slip, and a dress. And beneath them...
I have been awakened by unsolicited poems that are lettering themselves inside of my sleeping brain. Not once or twice, but regularly lately, I have been visited by the whisperings of a charming literary fiend. The enchanting verses that he whispers to me in the semi darkness are...
that embed themselves into you...stirring in you ...resonating like how a rushing wind gathers force and knocks you off your feet ..takes you sailing into a dizzy twisting laughing hurricane of emotions, thoughts , feelings...
That's how words take me when a beautiful woman...
The course of life when viewed from birth to death is linear in its progression. Yet we have a tendency to view life in circular terms as we turn the pages of diaries and calendars. Defining our lives in terms of a never-ending round of birthdays, holidays and anniversaries all...
than any wound gotten
Heart is bleeding
Pulse slowly fading
This must be a dream
One I must wake up from
I finally get to read your words
And how cruel were they
You possibly never meant that
I was all your's
I lived for you
I breath for you
Nothing was more precious