I seemed to have loved you numberless times, in numberless forms...
In life afer life, age after age, forvever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear around your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age...
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...
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...
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling to your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's better to be killed by a lover....Charles Bulsowski
if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers, thanks to...
A cold wind blows away the laughter from this treasured place
But in our memories it stays, this is where we say farewell
And the wind, it feels a little colder now
Here time's run out like a spell, but laughter's our vow
This is where we saw it through
Thick and thin...
have some work published some day (if the Hollywood superstar thing doesn't happen first)..but in case it takes a while here's her first published work..text to me by her elder sister this morning.
"I wonder why
The moon is high
It's like a pie
Up in the sky"
“I want to see you.Know your voice.Recognize you when youfirst come 'round the corner.Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left.Know the lift of your heel,the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way you purse your lipsthen let them part, just the...
backs,cradled in a forest glade. there we will point out things we see and acknowledge those things we do not. in solitude we take in the wisdom offered in each other and take in the hum of the forest... Phoebe Wahl
and every women you've ever loved, every lie you've ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you've punched in, all the blood you have tasted, come with every enemy you've ever made , all the family you've ever buried and every dirty thing you've ever...
an embarrassed schoolboy once they were greeted by the kiss of autumn, and winter .
Autumn was so mysterious I'd spend forever wondering when I'd catch her on a warm, day or a cold day .
And winter gave me a chill that made it almost easy to write her off as cold blooded...
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...
that I made.
It's called 'A Rose On Concrete.' Tell me what you think!
"Dreams are nothing but absurd
That's what they choose to believe,
Oho! They must have never heard
About the rose that grew on the concrete,
Why do they choose to be blind
When the truth is there to see...
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand...
to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we cant... m.h.
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...
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...
because she knew wherever there were dark skies and wild winds, lied a truth, a truth that described how much love one can leave behind the moment they accept all the pain they lived. and that is all she ever wanted for everyone around her to embrace their storms and make them...
Give her intellectual ******* in multiples and allow temptations to drip from her ears. Go down on her thoughts and taste her perception. Learn her soul and she will fill the void of your filthiest imagination. Never start with the hands. A.D. Woods
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...
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge --
'Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep:
Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep!
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her...
"I'm passionate about poetry because I'm an oceanic person, meaning, I love what's underlying. I love the conversation that isn't just verbal. I love the shadowed mystery and waves and underground. If I had to choose one thing to read for the rest of my days, give me poetry as to...
you; To learn how you are; Love you as you are.
My tactic is to talk to you; And listen to you; And construct with words an indestructible bridge
My tactic is to stay in your memory, I don't know how
Nor with what pretext But stay within you
My tactic is to be honest And...
loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
ager aur jeetay rehtay , yahe intezar hota
tere waday pe jiay hum,to ye jaan jhoot jana
kay khushi se mar na jatay, ager aitbar hota
koi mere dil se pooche, tere teer e neem kash ko
ye khalish kahan se hoti, jo jigar kay paar hota
ye kahan ki dosti hai kay banay hain...
in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless...