sparkling ash. I don't want anyone too close or my life might crash. Fractured heart, deadened mind, I will heal in Good time. My brittle existence held together by prayer. My reality staring at me in the mirror. The world reflecting how I feel. Love is real and doesn't need to...
come to meas a bird.So I build you a bird house.Centuries agoyou taught me to sing you,with your throaty smudgeleaving the higher noted to melike sweet dark coffee and sweet creamwhere grit and the sublime collide.But in this life you are spirityou come to meas a birdso I build...
He creates powerfully romantic, sensual images that speak to being human, and our desire for romantic love. Beautiful!
Place your hands upon me
like a big tent preacher
and with a whisper
heal all that aches
Put your lips upon my forehead
and glance your eyes
to the sky...
the rhythm of life,
The clouds drifting and swirling,
Palms dancing the tango with the breeze.
Sometimes things change,
We stumble, fall, or lose our way,
In the darkness, we cry out, hoping for hope.
Change is all around us,
We need it, it makes us grow,
Change makes us love...
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again...
blue and orange,
The mountains silhouetted against the glow of the passing day,
Each moment brings a change to the fading colors.
The day has come and gone,
Celebrate the night,
With it's air crisp and cool.
Like diamonds on a blanket of black velvet,
The stars shine their old...
thousand words.... The worth of a picture, but what is the value of its contents? Priceless. Moments captured in time live forever and invoke emotion in the observer. Astounding isn't it....? Lovely isn't she? The beautiful flower in the weeds who stands above the rest. She...
and made me long for this sense of connection.
The Knowing by Sharon Olds
Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise-
comaed and woken, we lie a long time
looking at each other.
I do not know what he sees, but I see
eyes of surpassing tenderness
and calm, a calm like the...
Is love found in holding hands?
In quiet whispers?
In looks shared across a crowded room?
Is love shared in notes?
Is love felt with a quickening pulse?
A feeling of loss in her absence?
A longing to see but a glimpse of her?
Is love heard through...
To see my heart and soul.
No lips but yours,
Pressed firmly to mine,
Soft, warm, intoxicating...
No hands but yours,
To hold tenderly in my own,
To feel them moving over my body,
Thrilling and arousing me to my core.
No arms but yours,
Holding me and pulling me
So close to you...
don't know how
there is intense connection
I come to you who know
I kneel down
and press my face
against the bosom of memory
where I first yearned
and knew then
how to let my hunger speak
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
Loneliness is what i feel
I feel so alone
I feel so isolated
The emptyness in my heart
Can not be feeled by any soul
I am surounded by people but yet i feel so alone
I am in a room so small and so dark
Fear takes over me, i scream but no one hears me
This room so small and tiny...
.. The last verse exposes the poets heart reflected in the future nostalgia of his past lover
When you are old
William Butler Yeats
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream...
As if, through a mist, a first loom;
You are a fine line that holds beauty
So fragile it seems, yet so pretty.
You are the wind that grace my meadows
Of thoughts and lights up my weary shadows;
You are the sun after my night
That lights up everything in sight.
after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half acre, square mile, island, country
knowing at last how you got there,
and say I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
there soft arms from around you,
the birds take...
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in it's roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal,
From all I may be, and...
just shells,but the voice of the sea,the Moon and Sun reflected,the hands of the waterrushing to touch, rushingto pull me close and tell mestories of love and bitterness.I’ve collected the play and cryof gulls and doves and pelicans,the crawl of crabs, footprintsand hearts...
I wish my wish would come true,
I would wish not for something bright,
Nor would I wish for something blue,
No wishes for something old,
Wishes not for something new,
I would wish my wish for one more moment with you.
it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry it's funny how forever never seems to last it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past it's funny how “friends” can just...
The one of Romeo and Juliet?
You know, he was the Montague and
She was the Capulet.
Their parents were at war
Their love had to be kept hidden
I always wondered why there was hate
Why were they so forbidden?
But that was just a story,
Just fiction, a work of art
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind...
Spent in some old fashioned sun stained room, the dust particles suspending us in an other worldly time and space: the now. The finite. The infinite.
Amongst the smell of breakfast and coffee bean.
Do these days come with age and the unrelenting wrinkling of time?
Because of you, I am able to
Express everything from my soul
No matter what hand I was dealt
You've always been there for me
Worries, tears, heartaches and fears
Friendships, love, joys, and tragedies
I find myself writing about you
You always seem to get me through...
he lonely searches,
For what he thought he had long lost,
Or was is it what he never had,
Singing the song of the Willow
Shadows slowly moving like trees,
Swaying back and forth, marching in step,
Leaves above fluttering in time,
Singing the song of the Willow.
neither is God by many. Everyone is a piece of the whole but my soul feels cold. I lost myself in your abyss as you stole my trust and sanity. It was your boredom and vanity that attracted and distracted I. Then when you were free from your misery with glee you forgot the key...
I though of this one. This is one of my favorites which means a lot to me. Shelley wrote beautifully with a heart which must have been full of passion. Enjoy. ~J
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean...
I was always stuck in one place like a rusted drone,
Of course, I need the city sounds to sleep,
But, they are also there when I sleep not a wink.
Babies cry, and a Cow goes 'moo'
but I'm stuck here for eternity until I have the courage to move
and grace,a magnetic angelwith a golden face.A thrill for dangerand a volatile mind,such a hypnotic beingseparate from mankind.Shrouded in devotionhim as my guideI'll be his Bonnieand he'll be my Clyde- C.A.
crippled emotionally. I blaze past as I leave a trail of unfinished business. Too many listless interests and not enough of time or myself. Then blow like the kill shot disintegrating all that was real or fake. Pick up the rake, reel it in, nothing much but fragments of dreams...