jhennesy - Hello Poetry

Creating Scandel for the sake of love The more the drama festers the harder I fall into you. Into your arms Into your kisses Into a passion that has been buried by disappointing connections With you I just want to be Become lost in eachother for a while Not let the distraction of harsh words and past mistakes overcome what has evolved between us It is real but undefined It exists in the belief of what could be We both carry broken hearts and insecurities Are we strong enough to trust? Questions seem endless and certainly unanswered But through the very thick haze of doubt we see each other clearly and smile There seem to be an unspoken understanding that we may just have fooled them all

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Feb 10, 2014

Feb 10, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC

The Spell

Creating Scandel for the sake of love The more the drama festers the harder I fall into you. Into your arms Into your kisses Into a passion that has been buried by disappointing connections With you I just want to be Become lost in eachother for a while Not let the distraction of harsh words and past mistakes overcome what has evolved between us It is real but undefined It exists in the belief of what could be We both carry broken hearts and insecurities Are we strong enough to trust? Questions seem endless and certainly unanswered But through the very thick haze of doubt we see each other clearly and smile There seem to be an unspoken understanding that we may just have fooled them all

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What do I take with me as I walk out that perverbal door? The butterflies I have kept hidden in my hope. My disintegrating resilience, slowly chipped away by your verbal thrashings and controlled blaming. The hijacking of emotions. I pack away what remains of my self esteem. Delicately wrap the shattered pieces of my truth. To be replenished and reconstructed with sober eyes and a revived mind. I ask for the lessons yet to be learned. And the love yet to be unconditional. Left behind is my forgiveness without expectation. My resentments without guilt. My shame without implication. I no longer need them to define me. My apology is next to the many things left unsaid. A silent acknowlegment of my regrets and carelessness. We can each take the memories that remind us of a happier time. When ignorance was euphoric and accepted. Floating above reality in a kismet of our own creation. Finally, we can each lovingly share the life-force that has made it all worth something.

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Feb 7, 2014

Feb 7, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC

The Division Of Marital Assets

What do I take with me as I walk out that perverbal door? The butterflies I have kept hidden in my hope. My disintegrating resilience, slowly chipped away by your verbal thrashings and controlled blaming. The hijacking of emotions. I pack away what remains of my self esteem. Delicately wrap the shattered pieces of my truth. To be replenished and reconstructed with sober eyes and a revived mind. I ask for the lessons yet to be learned. And the love yet to be unconditional. Left behind is my forgiveness without expectation. My resentments without guilt. My shame without implication. I no longer need them to define me. My apology is next to the many things left unsaid. A silent acknowlegment of my regrets and carelessness. We can each take the memories that remind us of a happier time. When ignorance was euphoric and accepted. Floating above reality in a kismet of our own creation. Finally, we can each lovingly share the life-force that has made it all worth something.

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I am getting ready for the calm. relief from the rampant and unwavering thoughts that **** my mind. self doubt clinging to my awakening like an incurable disease. I am getting ready for the artificial happiness to relent surrcome to unforced laughter and genuine smiles. I am getting ready for desire locked in the cellar of my shame along with so many other things I am getting ready for hope the warmth of it washing over me engulfing, cleansing bringing with it the unblinding sunlight I am getting ready for you my Beloved

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC

My Beloved

I am getting ready for the calm. relief from the rampant and unwavering thoughts that **** my mind. self doubt clinging to my awakening like an incurable disease. I am getting ready for the artificial happiness to relent surrcome to unforced laughter and genuine smiles. I am getting ready for desire locked in the cellar of my shame along with so many other things I am getting ready for hope the warmth of it washing over me engulfing, cleansing bringing with it the unblinding sunlight I am getting ready for you my Beloved

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Searching for my strength in my own self pity has left we weak of spirit and depleated of hope. I am at a depilating stand still. To pause is to fail. To rest creates guilt. By losing my sense of self, I have lost my truth. My instincts have been reduced to a whimper.

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Jan 19, 2014

Jan 19, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC

selfish

Searching for my strength in my own self pity has left we weak of spirit and depleated of hope. I am at a depilating stand still. To pause is to fail. To rest creates guilt. By losing my sense of self, I have lost my truth. My instincts have been reduced to a whimper.

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