Since the moment you met her,
You knew she was special.
She stood out from all the others.
Different, but in a good way.
You became good friends,
Know and trust each other well.
One day, you wake up thinking of her,
And you realize you really like her.
You are afraid to tell her at first,
Afraid it would make things awkward.
But as you get to know and trust each other more,
One day, you decide to tell her how you feel.
To your suprise... she feels the same way.
But of course, as with anything good in life,
Nothing can be simple.
You are already with someone else,
and she has someone of her own as well.
You are torn between them.
You love them both.
But you know you can't be with both of them at once,That wouldn't be right.
Sometimes you think about leaving her,
And being with this new girl instead.
But you can't, you still like her.
So you decide to just wait it out.
Time solves everything in the end,
What's meant to be, will happen.
It is interesting to begin to have feelings for someone.
At first you are unaware of the significance.
At first it is just an airy sensation,
Where it goes and how it ends plays upon circumstance.
The beginning is just a mystery!
Will you get over it in a week?
Is it love?
Or is it playful flirtation?
Anything could stem from that one moment when you realize that something inside you has changed and you know that you will never look at that person the same way ever again.
He found her look to be vintage
with an elevated edgy style.
She channelled her inner joy
through her electric smile.
He was hopelessly, happily biten
when she appeared across the room.
He knew in that moment's second
her taste he would soon consume.
The moment they met was magnetic,
transmitting waves of fervent desire.
Explosive intensity saturated them,
ablaze in a sultry feverish fire.
If you feel I love you less.
I'm gonna prove I love you more.
From the moment that these doubts enter your head.
I'm gonna do a show and tell.
Every action I take will be by design.
And not by mistake.
If you feel you deserve more.
I'm gonna give you more than you could ever imagine.
Truly worthy of being cherish.
Worthy of being loved forever more.
It starts with drifting. Having no time for one another. Then it's a fight about how they didn't call or decided to go to their friends house instead of being with you. Words are spoken that have been bottled up for months, just building up; truths are revealed and tears are spilled. You go into a blind rage. Breaking everything that comes to your hand, ripping every picture up with him in it. You scream out into the empty abis about how you hate him and he was the worst. You no longer feel that empty hole that has been eating up at you for days, the feeling of him not loving you. It is only filled with hatred and fury. Then it hits you. You find your favorite sweater of his that you slept in every night to feel like he was holding you, the smell of his cologne that would cloud your mind, or the first love letter you wrote for him, but never gave because you were afraid that he didn't feel the same. Everything comes back in floods and flashes. How his hand fits perfectly in yours, his crocked smile, the way his eyes shined in the sunlight, how he wiped away the tears when your whole wold was falling apart. Then in that moment, your eyes blood red, tears soaking your face, you realize no one in the world could love you more than he ever did.
A newly Decorated Hall.....
A Poem by ROSALIND
I waited for years for this, and now God Has fulfilled his promise......
At last the decorating, as come to pass
I have waited, so eagerly for Years.
I cannot believe, this moment, has come.
This is true,
So clean, vibrant, colors
Its been so unkempt,
I hid the shame.
Of a hall, waiting for some fame.
At last that is a thing of the past.
And I can stand tall, at last,
I proudly shout,
The clouds had been threatening thunder for days. They rolled in the sky with their malice building every moment that they held in the rain longer. Stretched below them, an endless sea going as deep as forever could go long. It was as clear as glass with only the slightest ripple signaling its deceptive appearance. Below the surface, energy wound through every molecule in a tumultuous and festive rhythm. If you could touch the surface, you could feel the pulse of life through your fingertips.
But I could not touch it.
Between the water and the clouds, moments were still and sat heavy like the oppressive heat that fills a humid, hazy afternoon in late summer. Thoughts moved… slower. Sounds wrapped around you, taking long enough for you to realize it was happening before it was through.
And there, that is where I stretched each limb for opposite corners and existed. Suspended between a heaven in turmoil and an abyss of color and chaos. I was timeless, frozen out of the balance – in separation. Sluggish thoughts fought to free me but they grasped to whispers of activity with broken fingers. And in one moment, they took hold.
I felt the vibration in my bones before I heard it.
The thunder exploded around me.
The tension broke.
I fell in.
he seeks shelter from the rain
in the coffee shop
she offers him a cup of joe
she offers a moment to reflect
the hipsters and hangers about
fill her world with sight and sound
fill her senses with smiles and joy
but inside she know she needs something more
that this place is just an emblem
and cannot sustain a soul like her
she could have anything
she just need ask
but she cant find the words to describe
cant find an image to convey
her souls need
but its clear to him
its a ship sailing to distant spain
its a road leading out into a western desert
its a train rolling thru a dark stormy night to a northern town
its a footpath thru mist
its a man seeking shelter from the rain
he leaves with her smile
which she gave with a hopefull heart
wrestle with the shadows in his heart
but its her face that lingers
in the late hour
in this last time he will stand
the standards of the champions
the fighters for truth
and the ones too dark to do else but die
they gather in harsh light
and prepare to do battle and stand their ground
a prince of the beasts proud and fair
a champion to the ones who have no strength to call their own
the frame of time captures only the movement
but the fickle thought of who he is
prince of beasts proud and fair
champion of the clean linen uniform
regal bearer of the standard of a rising sun
reflected only in the young eyes
those cheering champions like him on from the side
but its only her smile that lingers for him
as his life flows spent onto the sand
she never did catch that train
never did escape that shop
never did grow beyond the borders
of the hipsters and hangers on
but least they loved her too
in their way
and that is some comfort
edit: the cup of coffee may have been a illusion. it has been redacted from reality
My head tilted back like I was
But what fell to my mouth was you
Cradling my jaw in your hands
As if I were a porcelain doll you might drop
It felt like goodbye
Because it was
And now I am afraid to turn corners
Locked in a haunted house
What will drop from the ceiling
Grab my leg
What will scare me back into submission
Besides you mounting someone outside
Which is perhaps
The most disturbing of all
How you wanted me until suddenly
And how I didn't believe you
And how you fed me excuses like pacifiers
Quieting. Comforting. Soothing.
But I spit those out
Realizing their purpose was to
Quiet me into letting you go without a fight
But I took out my fists and fought like hell
You held them and pleaded with me to put my guns away
Surrender my weapons
And let you go in peace
This was all for you.
It was easier
And only you
But what about me.
Grabbing at every part of myself
Pulling hair from my head and scratching flesh from my bones
Slowly and painfully pulling myself apart
Abandoning parts of me in gutters and streams
out windows and in ditches
I can't be myself anymore
Every inch of my flesh has your name written on it
Scratched in a pen using your own blood as ink
You sacrificed for me
And I for you
And we sat on a rock and smelled ocean and let the water spray our faces until we were sticky and wet and still we sung.
We had songs
Some silent, but I could hear the music when there was none.
I still do.
I can't look up down left or right without some yellow light telling me to
Slow down to a stop and take caution,
for a reminder is coming hard and fast your way.
Bitch-slapping me in the face for being stupid
For having been smart and throwing my morals to the wind
I'd like to regret you
But I don't
I'd like to hate you
But I can't
This makes me weak yes I know this
I gave you all the parts of me that were strong
And mere visions of you take the wind from my lungs and you use them to set your sails
You're a deep sea diver. Swimming. Living. Lying.
And I drown here.
You told me once that when I jump from a plane
The moment my parachute refuses to open
You'd be there carrying me to the ground
I won't let you fall, you said.
Shrieking winds caress my inner hurricane, emotions haven't gone numb
Basking in five hundred degree weather, beneath a desert sun
I'm awake now, towards the moonrise I run
Every piece of me thrums, my heart drums
Across a frozen meadow, wither wildflowers in snow,
I am caught by shimmering eyes of gold
Two hearts beat
It's a lie, you're not alone
I've found us, and for now a home
So much to know
Soft hills of grass, warm with summer
Picking flowers, eating out of orchards
I fondly remember
Catching butterflies by the light of embers
Flickering fireflies in late november
Wandering through emerald fields of memories
Wishing for this moment to last forever, however temporary
Time for now is slow
While the sun sets low, we always know
We wander together
And never alone