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 Jan 2015 GailForceWinds
Curing
Oh, what a gift,
...Stopping time's flow.
Just to hold you forever,
...Without letting go.

...Racing and burning,
...Forever returning,
...I loved you each day sure as the Sun loves to fly.
...Rising to Day.
...Falling to Night.
...Forever returning,
...Till the day I should die.

Yes, a gift and a curse,
...Our lives but a verse,
...We dance through the stars, as around us they burst.

A bleeding heart,
A world apart,
By sunsets final glow.

Loves tender fruit,
Pure to the root,
Deep in my heart you sow.

Through misty mornings clouding sight,
Through frozen winter rain.
I know tis true...
it beats for you...
my heart and all its pain.
 Jan 2015 GailForceWinds
Hayleigh
I want to feel your fingers slip up my vest, feel your hot breath dancing down my chest.

I want my pillow embedded with memories of you that put fantasies and dreams to shame. I want scents, moans, tastes engrained.

I want my naked skin weaved around yours, I want to leave claw marks along your spine as you beg for more, smash your palms into our headboard.

I want to feel your legs shake, as I start an earth quake inside of you, that'll leave you quivering for days.
 Jan 2015 GailForceWinds
ryn
Tornado
 Jan 2015 GailForceWinds
ryn
.
             *the *future is...a tornado of uncertain-
          ty• a swirling vortex, in its centre is
me•such power and speed, can ne-
ver see•can never foretell, it's hid-  
den debris•like clockwork, it will        
   make contact•by the second, bra-        
cing for next impact•the past is...      
  yet another•wild winds that echo      
     my mistakes as reminder•this twis-         
      ter within...tearing with no remo-    
           rse•destroying confident strong-
             holds, breaking feebly boarded
           doors•can't ease the rage...eat-
    en from the inside•won't stop
until...my beating heart had
        died•the present is...only this  
   frail little body•fighting huge 
battles that come incessantly  
  •fending off the future, con-        
    taining the past•not know-            
ing how long.......this disas-       
ter would last•but I'm still      
   here.....still holding integ-         
   rity......•still fighting this       
war waged in history's        
folly•will i be settl-
ed? will the winds
ever abate?•
will i ever
      come to    
terms...?
will i
ever
    acc-
          ept
                     fa      
                 t
               e
             ?
             •
So Idealistic...

She thought she knew love

She though love was being best friends
being able to share
anything
everything
doing things together

She believed...

That once love was given
and returned
Acceptance experienced
that it would remain the same

Now...

Love is not the same
All has changed

No longer
is it viable
to share anything
and everything
some things are now taboo
to do together

She...

Must learn
to do things on her own
cultivate her interests
alone
celebrate holidays
without him

Reluctant was she
to live
so much without him

Afraid...

They would loose
common ground
Their worlds
would become
too different
And their love
would be
lost within the ether
of neither here nor there...

Drowned in indifference

Yes, too idealistic
She now struggles
with the reality
of love
12/24/2014
 Dec 2014 GailForceWinds
AMcQ
If your heart
truly had strings,
I would wear my
fingertips raw
in search of your melody.
 Dec 2014 GailForceWinds
Adele
Why does everyone sit around saying, ”Hope 2015 is a good year?” Take life a day at a time. Bad days are inevitable and you can't hope for a whole year to be perfect. All you can do is hope or learn and make true friends and be happy in 2015. Don't hope for a better year, hope for a better you :)
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