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Like a delightful blink at a lemon's **** Taste, the intimate trust in another's heart Beat discards reason for rhyme & certainty For a gamble of losing it all for romance's Sweet sake. As life requires us to accept both The shadows and the light, so we take an oath To not burden ourselves with what they deem to be "wrong," But for us feels quite right. And right now our future looks Brilliant. Together, forever endeavored, like a fable book's Tale, we have faced full frontal our biggest fears And run full force toward impossible dreams Because we still wipe away the other's sweat and tears And we will always for as long as you'll have me Beside you, playing on the same team.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
Same Team
With just the two  of us in the early hours Before anxious alarms awaken your body, The distant music of the morning traffic Nudges the edges of my subconscious to Instinctively turn my body toward yours As my arms slowly navigate through sheets To satisfy their craving of the delicious daily Ritual of wrapping you up with my hands   And pulling your weary warmth into me, Calmed by having you all to myself briefly Before the day's urgencies disrupt our peace.
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
Good Morning, Sunshine
A couple years have passed since I crumbled Us, Ripping Me from You with no whisper of warning. A second love grows as life's pendulum circles, and Eerily familiar memories caution me from darting Into the same traps that I ensnared you with slowly. My nose smells the fear of repeating old mistakes. In this similar space, but different place and time, My hands recoil from how I soiled your fresh heart,   And my tongue tastes the sour reality of my crime, Finding you at fault in my final moment of failure. I drowned in the truth of how deeply you loved me, And, it should have been returned with my eyes' Gaze a little less harsh when I splintered apart We. And you never deserved to be flooded in the proof Of how I was not the saint you painted and framed. My dear, first Love, if you are reading this, I'm sorry. *"For now, know that I love[d] you and wish you the best. I'm not sure when the pendulum will stop or where it Will land in the long term, [for] still I am apparently no Closer to understanding any [more] about love [than you]."*
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
My Dear, First Love... I'm sorry.
Walk in my shoes and you can tell that These boots, these boots have seen And heard and done it all. From the mud on the heels, Where the sole cracks and the skin peels, You can tell that at times it's been hard. 'Cause it's been a long road Making my way through these hills. Yet, now the laces lie undone With the feet long retired from fun But these boots have seen the best of days. And when this memory is gone, I hope the world will hold on To the footprints that my love left behind. Oh, it's been a long run Taking my time to a better end.
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
The Sand In My Shoes Mattered More
Awoken by your calls in the dead of night- Wide, red eyes pierced by white screen light. My stomach rolls and my body crashes while Sweat drenched fingers clench the phone tight. A numbness settles, but my face heats. Retreating to my hiding place under the sheets, Realization unfolds in waves of exhaustion And disappointment from our tale of caution, Of why we no longer can hide together here For our love is dead, and I'm shrouded in fear. Haunted by your calls in the dark of night Red eyes closed to the bright screen light.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Ghost of a Lover
Each morning I lie in bed and anticipate your arrival, my awakening, our escape To the fair ground lights outside the city, and I dream that as we peak on the Ferris wheel, And, with stars as our witness at this paramount moment, all of Texas comes into view. Autumnal air ruffles your hair, and I'm reaching for you  like always with little gestures: My smiles, your smirks, my laughs, and our quirks. Mingling at the summit, A hand brushes slowly along a knee with the smooth reintroduction to an old friend. Long fingers fumble with need, and it's just you and me distancing ourselves From our every day studies in distraction, comforted in our mutual procrastination. With you I catch  up on my anatomy and you excitedly review me in structures and railways. On a train homeward bound, the heat of blood rising in your cheeks and lips Sends an electric surge to my head and heart, and nerves tingle from anticipating home. Under your tutelage, I soon appreciate the bridge of a nose finally unstressed by glasses, The dynamic arches of a worn out back, and the strength of pillars erected in urgency 'Til daylight exposes last night's mysteries, and we rest in our ecstasy perspired, Both of us finally relinquished from the weight of anticipation for this weekend to arrive.
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
A Time to Wait and a Time to Live
Twisted reeds sway gently in the wind as black seabirds slice the sky overhead. Waves rolling one by one crash with increasing ferocity on to the rocky beach, And I watch the red sun set fire to the spray while  the tide encircles me. Tugging at my feet, pulling me forward, it beckons for my consent. I give in, And all is quiet even in such chaos. All is nightmarish and beautiful all the more. The blood red horizon seers my retinas; freshly unleashed tears take to the sea. These waves, such enormous swells, crash in on me; an unseen war is waging. They press  me down and back, and then drag me further into the endless blue. Over and over again, repetition loses count, my outcries die prematurely. Only seawater and air manage to sputter from my lips, cracked and worn. Not a whisper can be heard out here in such a true state of despair, but not all Castaways are without faith. The past I once cherished has been lost to the depths, Yet a knowing tingle in my gut keeps me searching for a message hidden merely 'Neath the surface. Drifting deeper into my pain, I notice a curious thing:   The force of the waves lessening as I gracelessly surrender to Sorrow and the sea. My feet torn by jagged rocks no longer felt, my eyelids blistered by the red Eternal sunset, a few waves push me under before the siege of the sea falters and I learn to ride the surf, taking each afront as it comes, whether predicted or Suddenly upon me. My pain ebbs away slowly with the passing of each episode, And with each wave I acknowledge my loss, relinquishing my burden. Like so many desparinging hearts before me shipwrecked in the sea of tears, I forcefully remind myself that one day the lush, inviting green shores of the Other side of the sea will appear in my line of vision. Yet, for now, I let myself Drift through the grief of grieving you, often unsure of whether I'm meant to float Or should let myself sink toward the blackest crags of my mind. Here alone.
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Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 11:30 PM UTC
The Surf
Twisted reeds sway gently in the wind as black seabirds slice the sky overhead. Waves rolling one by one crash with increasing ferocity on to the rocky beach, And I watch the red sun set fire to the spray while  the tide encircles me. Tugging at my feet, pulling me forward, it beckons for my consent. I give in, And all is quiet even in such chaos. All is nightmarish and beautiful all the more. The blood red horizon seers my retinas; freshly unleashed tears take to the sea. These waves, such enormous swells, crash in on me; an unseen war is waging. They press  me down and back, and then drag me further into the endless blue. Over and over again, repetition loses count, my outcries die prematurely. Only seawater and air manage to sputter from my lips, cracked and worn. Not a whisper can be heard out here in such a true state of despair, but not all Castaways are without faith. The past I once cherished has been lost to the depths, Yet a knowing tingle in my gut keeps me searching for a message hidden merely 'Neath the surface. Drifting deeper into my pain, I notice a curious thing:   The force of the waves lessening as I gracelessly surrender to Sorrow and the sea. My feet torn by jagged rocks no longer felt, my eyelids blistered by the red Eternal sunset, a few waves push me under before the siege of the sea falters and I learn to ride the surf, taking each afront as it comes, whether predicted or Suddenly upon me. My pain ebbs away slowly with the passing of each episode, And with each wave I acknowledge my loss, relinquishing my burden. Like so many desparinging hearts before me shipwrecked in the sea of tears, I forcefully remind myself that one day the lush, inviting green shores of the Other side of the sea will appear in my line of vision. Yet, for now, I let myself Drift through the grief of grieving you, often unsure of whether I'm meant to float Or should let myself sink toward the blackest crags of my mind. Here alone.
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As a blaze of light pierces the sky and spans across the horizon, You gaze upon opportunity without fear of being blinded When an irresistible urge to reach for it with all your might Sends you sprinting full force forward over the hurdles, Pushing always onward until nothing can hold you back, Not even the pain of the struggle, strengthening your resolve, As you forget to miss all that was sacrificed for the journey Because life is worth the chance to run among the wild horses. You pause a moment to take in a breath and glimpse the beauty Of freedom, hard-won and sacred, growing nearer with each day. You race with wild stallions; their spirits carry you away.
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Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 5:23 PM UTC
Wild and Free
You take my hand, and we begin to spin, The whole world flying past in a flurry. All my focus is on you at this moment; Eyes glowing like pure joy ignited a fire. You live for the risk, never fully indulged. Willing myself to be present for an instant, I cannot help but wonder how you see me now, An anguished face contorted, fear crawling Like spiders in the wrinkles, eyes shut tight. Squeezing the blood out of your hand, Praying things will return to the tired routines Of a life well planned, yearning to be still, As you gleefully twirl me on.  A dancing devil.
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Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
Never Well Enough Prepared
A flourish of color springs forth amid a pigeon gray background. You hold my gaze, and, for a while, I'm frozen still. Captivated, Perceiving only what I want to see, imperceptive to the cracks and scars, -Any details at all that make you less perfect, less magnificent to behold. So surely I cling to this fantastical vision, so hopelessly clear... Just before the ink droplets' dark diffusion, the realization of  a flaw. Jolting me into a stark awareness of it's presence -however minute- And my distaste at it's presentation.  A fresh delight spoils As this detail permanently disfigures the beauty that stood before. And like a flutter of wings, all interest dissipates - the fantasy forever gone From the vision of the entity I chose not to wholly look upon.
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Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
Imperceptible Beauty