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oh your words made my heart breakwtf-is-this-world wrote:
(I wrote this after reading the "colors of autumn" thread, actually, thanks for the lovely pictures Pandora, I think they really do stir something)
Yellow leaves on my window
Remind me that you’re gone.
Wet leaves under my feet
Tell sad tales of love rotting away
Boughs towering high in shades of gold
Shine bright on my empty sighs
Dead leaves on my threshold
Blown in on the same wind that blew you gone
Frost on heather time has stopped
My heart ran out of beats when my eyes ran out of tears
Flow, river flow, run over my burning skin
The leaves washed away are never seen again
Moss on trees thick and dark
My heart has grown so hard
The lines on bark tell a story that is hard to read
As my fingers become number
Streams trickle by whispering the tale
Of how you slid like sand through my hands
Ripples on water a mirror to my deserted soul
I keep staring in hoping you will appear again.
I’ll sit again under the fire-leaved tree
While the frost bites at me
Wondering what I did that made you
Ever want to love me
Should I follow the road
Or step deeper in the dark woods?
Should I follow you and beg you to give me back my love?
Should I let the river take me where it may
Wash me of all my pain
Wash away my memories?
I wish it gave me another glimpse of you
But all I see are blotches of me
I’ll sit again under the fire-leaved tree
While the frost bites at me
Wondering what I did that made you
Want to leave me
very well written.... I see from your words
I feel from them too ...the loss
makes me long for springtime and the hope of a new beginning
for us both
thank you for sharing this means a lot to me0 -
Vision
as we walk upon
the
water
wave and shimmer and shine
the
water
shine upon the path
the
water
dark clouds form above
the
water
clouds in the west threaten
the
water
light in the east reflects
the
water
as we walk upon
the
water
electric sizzle hits
the
water
into the heart flows
the
water
fearless the vision from
the
water
as we walk upon
the
water0 -
It's Christmastime Again
your words sweet
like candy canes
swirled in hot chocolate
steam forms against our pressed lips
another sugary kiss
melt me into you
our gaze reflects in tinsel
this years tree
twinkles with secret treasures
wrapped in years of gold
twinkle in my heart
and yours in my hand
light our memories of old
hum for me another merry tune
replay it in your smile
let it dance there
and embrace me
move us through the years
our lifetime love
it's another Christmas my love
It's Christmastime Again0 -
Our Thirty Two Trees of Love
Sitting in front of the fire
this year's tree keeps me company.
I close my eyes, hold the tears,
it's always so easy to cry.
The tears come happy, grateful too,
no sadness here I feel.
They wet my smile and make me laugh
then take me through the years.
Thirty two trees are there for me,
a pine forest of freshness and green.
You my love are by my side
thirty two trees to feel.
We have picked and placed, covered in lights,
the bubbles keep time in my mind.
Each ornament hung, a story, a first,
new memories we've made, now keep.
Thirty two trees stand strong and real
a wonderment renewed each year.
And in these trees we believe . . .
Our Thirty Two Trees of Love0 -
I love it, i wish i had your talentpandora wrote:
Cruel World
Who are these people? . . . without a kind word
Who are these people? . . . thinking humans weak
Who are these people? . . . preying upon others
Who are these people? . . . living lives for greed
Who are these people? . . . teaching their young to bully
Who are these people? . . . profiting from addiction
Who are these people? . . . raping our children
Who are these people? . . . spewing criticism and hate
Who are these people? . . . creating this cruel world
Who? Who? Who? Who! . . . raise your hand if it is you!
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown0 -
as I remember you are way more talented with your writings than I ...pearljamfan-1997 wrote:
I love it, i wish i had your talentpandora wrote:
Cruel World
Who are these people? . . . without a kind word
Who are these people? . . . thinking humans weak
Who are these people? . . . preying upon others
Who are these people? . . . living lives for greed
Who are these people? . . . teaching their young to bully
Who are these people? . . . profiting from addiction
Who are these people? . . . raping our children
Who are these people? . . . spewing criticism and hate
Who are these people? . . . creating this cruel world
Who? Who? Who? Who! . . . raise your hand if it is you!
please share some more
I remember the morning I wrote that the anger was all gone what was left was
a feeling of defeat. My arms body weak from the assault....
the disappointment, sadness, horror.
If you let yourself feel this world sometimes you just want to leave it.
The thought to much to bear what people can do to each other.0 -
The thing is is that it doesnt have to be so painful here.
Its a shit shame the way people treat each other.
Always move with the purest of heart and actions.
Acts of loving kindness are never forgotten, despite others actions around you.
Purity in this manner cannot ever be defeated.
After that, bad actions can only be reconciled by those who committed them.0 -
kind positive words to live by7RayZ wrote:The thing is is that it doesnt have to be so painful here.
Its a shit shame the way people treat each other.
Always move with the purest of heart and actions.
Acts of loving kindness are never forgotten, despite others actions around you.
Purity in this manner cannot ever be defeated.
After that, bad actions can only be reconciled by those who committed them.
thank you0 -
You're welcome.
Its a good way to live.
You cant help the world is full of mean greedy dumb theiving pricks.
What you can do is ignore them, know you are responsible for your own actions and move your life in the best way possible.0 -
Logical words7RayZ wrote:You're welcome.
Its a good way to live.
You cant help the world is full of mean greedy dumb theiving pricks.
What you can do is ignore them, know you are responsible for your own actions and move your life in the best way possible.
I feel too much ... not something I want to turn off even if I could.
Feeling is an amazing power ...
a connection to the the soul and therefore the universe.
Feeling is the future, that's my belief.0 -
calling...
leave me leave me leave
there are places to be
i can see
tomorrow
holding me
million miles away
infinity
prays
past lives lay
disguise a new day
dream
in hand
move me
where i stand
hoping as sleep falls
i will hear your calls
calling ...0 -
mesmerize my eyes...
dancing through the day
charmed
lighted by attraction
feeling eyes upon me
tempting
green calm hypnotize
caress my heart
and captivate
trapped within a spell bound
fascination hold
bewitching and enchanted
influenced by the moment
uplifted and entrancing
induce this lasting smile
oh those eyes
bedazzle
thrilling me to the core
just like a looking glass
the window to your soul0 -
This Home
lying on the fresh mowed grass looking up into my bit of sky
this home
here my stars change with the seasons and the sun rises and sets casting shadows
shadows I know well
here the rain falls making familiar puddles
the breeze moves the chimes and the trees
from first bud to last seed
the evening fireflies and first morning calls
for over a decade and a half
this home
the children grew here and left
cherished memories were made
holidays spent
company welcomed
injuries overcome
hearts healed
mistakes made mistakes forgiven
lessons learned
this home
a lifetime for our beloved best friend
now laid to rest under the dogwood tree
still close
through all the losses and even more joys
this home
our time is nearing it's end
bittersweet will be the goodbye as our path moves us on
"Home is where the heart is" and where this home will stay0 -
Touch
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand0 -
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thanks DinghyDogDinghyDog wrote:pandora wrote:
Touch
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
Gee, that was a dark turn on a cute picture. But it was good. You've got a great imagination, pandora.
wish it was imagination in this case ... darkness is all around0 -
pandora wrote:
thanks DinghyDogDinghyDog wrote:pandora wrote:
Touch
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
Gee, that was a dark turn on a cute picture. But it was good. You've got a great imagination, pandora.
wish it was imagination in this case ... darkness is all around
just to add on a lighter note...
all we can do is shed some light ... spread some light 0 -
but we're just fuckinpandora wrote:
Touch
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
in full blown love?
i am not there
adore and breasts eating handfulls
like honey and flowers
i the poetry on her skin
written under sky
in red
her tummy and lower
my face implanted
swinging the tiger by the tail
her husband out of town
play time holding hands in private moaning ceilings
lock the blinds close the doors
swing the tiger by the tail
and we can paint the badroom blue
the bathroom area clouds and as soft
towels come home back down from sunbeam climbing
and as warmth to her body
bare and cleaned
i would have enjoyed being the water that cleansed her filthy body
smeared now in fragrant oils and creams
sunflowers and femininity growing spurting springs out of thin air
and brushy wilerness so excited a brand newday openingfor poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVqGpE10 ... re=related
Forgive me for what I have done
For what I have not done
I don't know the whys
maybe one day
I don't know if you know what I do
maybe one day
I only know we share this life though love hides away ...
I love you ...
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bumpchadwick wrote:
but we're just fuckinpandora wrote:
Touch
You took a vow, a pinky swear, a promise you made to her.
Then your words...
like stinging swords cut through the veins of love.
Love bled in that senseless moment,
a moment all about you.
Your fingers now are red with disloyalty
and trust lies dying at your hand ...
and trust lies dying at your hand
in full blown love?
i am not there
adore and breasts eating handfulls
like honey and flowers
i the poetry on her skin
written under sky
in red
her tummy and lower
my face implanted
swinging the tiger by the tail
her husband out of town
play time holding hands in private moaning ceilings
lock the blinds close the doors
swing the tiger by the tail
and we can paint the badroom blue
the bathroom area clouds and as soft
towels come home back down from sunbeam climbing
and as warmth to her body
bare and cleaned
i would have enjoyed being the water that cleansed her filthy body
smeared now in fragrant oils and creams
sunflowers and femininity growing spurting springs out of thin air
and brushy wilerness so excited a brand newday opening
:twisted: nice poem, chadwick
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0
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