Personal Stories, Advice, and Support
Wishing your want was as strong as mine. Wishing your need was found in me.
then why is it that I feel like crap instead.
before she realized it was gone.
that kept us apart?
Or is it madness that does?
and lust when bodies bind with loving trust.
how much they enjoy travelling with me...
for in this world, just to be let down, again.
rather consider who I will make smile today
signs I've put up, on my flat search!
She was aghast at the hobgoblin standing before her.
her prim and proper life.
than what I am at this moment.
and wondered if the trees knew it was midnight...
that our presence and intention is, actually, ... enough.
People come and people go but my power over you is forever, I am omnipotent.
like a blazing comet out of control.
Filled to the brim with sweet aching desire.
dear friend--I will wait in the light for you...
that kills...but we were too far gone. Together we fell.
until the rains refused to come on time.
Yet, he comes and lights mine!!
allowing the weakness to leave so they are reborn stronger.
and now wears a red Scarlett letter in shame.
shoulders makes me amazingly happy and contented.
Lay down beside me, hold me.
Your willingness and desire to please me, to give yourself fully to me is precious.
fists and anger scar the heart.
and find ourselves isolated in a silence within silence.
she searched for his island of exotic spices.
All should see your smile.
so I will give it a try today. :)
she once more sealed her heart and put the dreams away.
and she felt the sharp sting of cupid's bow.
"I want to die in my sleep," he sighed. "You will," she replied smiling smugly.
that was consuming her from within.
and all that I enjoy touches me deeply.
I go gentle and easy about everything that matters to me, as I grow wiser.
Tomorrow night Mendes will make him a goner.
Through the thorns her beauty lies. The soft red petals adorn her face..sparkling rubies.
but sadly with her the rose withered never the thorns.
desperately needing to be hugged and comforted.
Don’t just whisper to me about the sunset. Stay with me and watch it rise.
when someone tells you they'd really like to collaborate again?
I am here, smiling, laughing, loving, caring,crying, healing,and just breathing as I go.
The beauty of a summer morning brings a wash of thankfulness to one who notices.
when Mama didn't talk to me.....
not knowing it was last goodbye, lonely he silently cries