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...
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...
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...
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...
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?
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...
substances and their products, what good is this to you? Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your definition, flee from it, that you may attain to the one who cannot be defined, O sifter of the dust.
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...
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...
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...
not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear...
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.
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...
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...
diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, and just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted...
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.
but do not try to understand that darkness.
Within darkness there is light,
but do not look for that light.
Light and darkness are a pair,
like the foot before and the foot behind in walking.
Each thing has its own intrinsic value
and is related to everything else in function...
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day.
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands, the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your...
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...
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...
“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...
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...
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
.. 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...
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
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...
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.
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...
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...
have taken up residence within my heart... but more than other, this poem holds a beautiful lasting significance...
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is...
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