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my dream.

of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited May 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
i felt your hand
softly
brush
a few tendrils
of my dark
dark hair
away from my glistening
wet eyes
as a tear fell
in slow motion
skating down my cheek


but it was a tear
full of
glitter and shine
and you saw me
smile at
you as i nervously
laughed ...

cos you looked so
beautiful
in the light of the moon
and i swore i could
see Orion in
your eyes...

my happiness swelled
my heart overflowed
you kissed me that night
underneath the
full moon
and all the peeking stars
twinkling like the eyes
of laughing nosey
children
spying on young
ones in love

well i'm in love with you
so let the star children
spy
and let's kiss
forever.
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • HoorayForHumansHoorayForHumans Posts: 151
    you are beautiful.

    <3
    this heart's on fire
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by HoorayForHumans
    you are beautiful.

    <3

    *kisses*
    you make me write things like this.
    you're the beautiful one.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • VedderGirl27VedderGirl27 Posts: 69
    Oh my God, Jess! That was so beautiful! Seriously got me choked up. Brought back beautiful but painful memories.
    There was a whole inside his soul a manicure couldn't fill. So he found himself a whore to love while daisies choked in the windowsill. *JK*
  • coleencoleen Posts: 938
    beautiful indeed. those feelings, those moments, your words. hold them close to your heart and please keep sharing them when ever the mood strikes.
  • nailz100nailz100 Posts: 1,176
    Another beauty. I wish I had those kind of experiences when I am asleep......or awake for that matter.
    Only with our eyes closed can we truly see
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    "by the bumper cars, in the pretty twining light,
    i may have gone too far,
    i may have gone too much, too long.
    i'm a dull and witless boy.
    in the after bars, think i was sullied by a dream.
    in the killing jar,
    you and me at war at arms
    all falling in embrace.

    tell me why you lied
    and what it is you do to keep your eyes
    all shiny

    a tawny gypsy girl
    sleeping blanketed by stars
    beneath the tilt-a-whirl
    where we were coyly caught alone
    all fumbling with your blouse

    tell me why you lied
    and what it is you do to keep your eyes
    all shiny "

    and in the rollercoaster din
    by the parachutes in saddle shoes you break your shin
    but i have never seen two eyes
    so shiny
    and the sullen beery swine
    try to tangle you in sullen beery balls of twine
    have they ever seen two eyes
    so shiny

    the boys in denim vests
    smoking cigarettes between their bootblack fingertips
    sweetly tipsy by the half-light
    the light and the half-light

    tell me why you lied
    and what it is you do to keep your eyes
    so shiny
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Pat you're beautiful. You pick good moments to say good words. Gah, "good" is quite the understatement.

    :)

    Thanks for always placing things in my little corners. :)

    You put a smile on my face often.
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    ;)
    I could make you satisfied in everything you do
    all your secret wishes could right now be coming true
    and be forever, with my poison arms... around you
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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