You are...You areYou are...
The breathe in my chest, Though you always steal it.
The beating of my heart, Even though you stop it dead.
The main focus of my thoughts, But I can't concentrate around you.
What is left?A heart consumed with love, A head full of happiness, A life full of contentment.What is left?
Not the anger to fuel, Nor the passion to burn,
Or the angst to scream.
Love Poem..Love Poem
last night I made a man out of pillows and forgotten fragments of clothes we’d pushed into my drawers. I held my pillow-man’s hand and made sure he wasn’t too warm because it is summer; I’m on the second floor; and that was always your biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower but would turn off the water and run like a soapy dog, complete with loyal tail wagging, to the door thinking you’d come knocking. You hadn’t.
tomorrow will taste like the food of a week ago and I’ll wear sunglasses, whi
Unfortunate ThingUnfortunate ThingUnfortunate Thing
Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing Whom I found in our garden shed He’s seven foot two, with shiny black nose And horns on the top of his head Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales Which hadn’t been polished for years All covered in dust and speckles of rust From endless showers of tears
Reclined on a large sack of compost A vision of gloom and despair Alone in the shadows, sat sobbing Needing some comfort and care “Poor Thing” said I, “What’s the problem – whatever is troubling you?&
_forget youIt will be easy to forget you... I just can't look to the sky or even remember the sea... I'll just have to stop dreaming and learn how to be alone... I know I'll forget you.. I just can't remember your smile.. your beautiful eyes, your sweet mouth... I can do it, I know I can... I just can't look to anything, I just can't remember, I just can't live... or love... I'll forget how important you are on my life... I'll just have to forget myself..._forget you
| I write a lot, but don't post as often as I would like. I love all kinds of art, especially photography. |
Been a while... (again)
Sweet
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If she has to tell the story,
She tells it slowly
- ~AnUrbanNomad, "And They Didn't Sleep..."
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It's not really cold out until the dog has frozen himself to the fire hydrant.
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