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mariana
mariana
"Art is long, and Time is fleeting, / And our hearts, though stout and brave, / Still, like muffled drums, are beating / Funeral marches to the grave."
at times when I'm by your side I like to steal to the land of what could be. I picture waking up one late night and seeing you laying there breathing peacefuly , I picture your skin aging along side mine, I picture rainy days in bed and stressful days in the hospital, I picture laughter and sadness and all those things that come with time. and when I come back and I find your eyes looking into mine, searching, I can't help but smile because I know I will never feel this way about anyone else.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
Some time in the future
I try not to miss you but there are certain days were your absence follows me everywhere I go. I spend the entire day brooding, wanting to only hear your voice even if for a little while. and even though we've both become increasingly adjusted to this distance there are days where I can't fool myself. the knot in my throat tightens and tears threaten to fall over only vague memories of you. I know not what to do during these days usually these days come when you're out of reach, away from technology,away from me but it doesn't matter because I know these feelings are proof of something more, even if I know not what the future will be like I know I will always love you more than I will ever miss you.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
If only words could express
365 days have passed since that day the day I allowed my feelings to unwind in front of you I really had no idea you felt the same, as ridiculous as it may sound that day meant life and death for me you are and always will be the first, I knew that even then, but I was not sure you did. I was so scared at what your reaction might be I stared at the ground feeling a relief like no other. when I first looked up I saw what I least expected, your face (what I could see from behind your hands), redder than it had ever been; shocked, happy, and scared all at once. from that day on I allowed myself to feel the static, I allowed myself to see you differently, I allowed my love for you grow, no words of gratitude will ever be able to say how happy and thankful I am to you for setting me free from all that I was I     l o v e   y o u
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
one year ago today
My fingers shake, my heart pounds, This feeling overwhelms me. Such a simple thought brings me under the spell, Your entire essence only makes the spell more powerful than it already is. This spell I'm sure has been within since we met, and it is a spell I'm sure will stay with me for the rest of my life.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
A spell called Love
Loneliness is like a whisper Constantly humming in your ear Telling you what you cannot tell yourself Even when you think it's gone, never to return It comes back in the dead of night When you least expect it, When you are most vulnerable Striking as merciless as a bullet on impact.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
Loneliness is like this
I close my eyes hoping to see something better Lights shine through my lids Each bringing back It's own unique memory The more I see the more I notice I am but a hollow shell Constructed of old memories
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
When did this happen?
The taste of a new word on your lips. It feels strange, a bit confusing at first, uncertain of its pronunciation, you sometimes stumble or fumble on the word, still insecure of its meaning. weeks may pass and you never once hear that word. as you read the word somewhere you think, "I know that word" Yet, nothing is answered.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
A Bit Jargogoling?
I allowed myself to forget, forget and numb out to the pain I never thought would come this hard it hides itself behind simple ideas, waiting, waiting for the right moment to come out when its least expected. At this point its much too late to stop it everything comes back at once. The thick humidity in the hot air, the smell of the ocean everywhere you go, the familiar hallways I walked each day. so many familiar places, so many familiar scents, so many familiar faces, all 2,000 miles away still in the Caribbean
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Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC
A Far Away Place
When I think of all the things I want to say to you I feel my breath stop Too many hard to describe things come to mind, Too many feelings impossible to put into words ... I feel we've invented Our own way of saying all those hard to describe things; Just one touch and I already struggle to find words.
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
You and Me
I'll try this time to not forget your eyes, but time is slow and the distance is long. I really will try to not forget the color, life, and unspoken words hidden in your eyes. I'll try and not forget the world you said was ours in a poem much like this long ago. but most importantly I'll try not to forget the love in your eyes that I hope is reflected in mine too.
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
Almond Color Eyes