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 Jan 2015 ParisThePoet
blythe
Even the most beautiful flower
Needs to be daily showered with water
For it to grow lovelier
Or else it will wither.

Just like our dreams and aspirations,
We need daily inspirations
For us to keep going
Or else our hearts will stop hoping.
Let us make our dreams come true. Gather every bit of inspiration we can get so we can still pursue and fight for what we really long to have. Don't give up, don't lose hope! :)
I want to hear the sound of the ocean
And feel the breeze on my naked skin.
Lying on the soft golden sand...My eyes shut.
Rays of sun shining on my aching body
yearning for him...
I want to feel his fingers running through my legs from the tip of my toes,
gradually, intensely, sensually until I give in...
I was aflame with desires..longing for his skin on mine.
He murmurs in my ears, while gently his lips caresses and takes away my fears Slowly he turns me over while gently his body glides.
lost in moments of passion, love and fire.
Our heart races....endless embraces
I want his eyes to sparkle
when he looks at me and my heart to smile

I want his look to be filled with warmth & love, to take away my fears and tears

I want to be in love and loved Unconditionally  like the first time our hearts ignited,

I want to dance with him in the sunlight, the moonlight, today, tomorrow....everyday
O woe this tragedy
Where hast thou brought me!

The environment is hostile,
The colors are so pale.

Take me somewhere special,
Some place to regale.

I'll follow thee
'til I fall weak in the knee,
In thine grace I trust.


O heavens behold!
The devil's own betrothed!

Thou burnest mine eyes,
On thine judgement my gayness relies,

So take me, oh trusted bird,
To a place nor burned, nor churned.

I'll follow thee
'til I lose ability to see,
In thine grace I trust.


In all my heart I dread,
Here is so wide spread

That many may see me.
A heinous curse! I can no longer flee.

Find me one more homely
So I might not feel so lowly.

I'll follow thee
'til I lose all sense in me,
In thine grace I trust.
 Jan 2015 ParisThePoet
CCh
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 Jan 2015 ParisThePoet
CCh
He was sweet
Gentle
And Loving
She was bitter
Cold
And repressive
He gave her
Love
And much passion
But such things weren't of her fashion

He wondered what was wrong
But it was easy to see
That a woman like her
Wanted more than a man who would kneel on one knee

A woman like her could never be pleased
Because in this day and era it seems
That all that matters are those things evergreen
 Oct 2014 ParisThePoet
lX0st
R.I.P.
 Oct 2014 ParisThePoet
lX0st
You kissed my eyes shut
And laid me to sleep,
Now this landfill of hope
Is a wasteland of dreams.
And your words are never as true as they seem.
 Oct 2014 ParisThePoet
harlee kae
if the moon fell down tonight,
i swear to you my dear,
i'd spend my last few minutes
dreaming you were here.
we'd lie in bed together,
your hand upon my cheek
as the world goes cold, oxygen fades
and our bodies; they grow weak.
we'd hold each other tightly,
drifting into space.
if the moon fell down tonight, i vow
to spend the last few minutes
staring at your face.

you're the only light,
and the only warmth,
i've ever needed anyway.
if the moon fell down tonight, my love
i pray you'd come, and that you'd stay.
but if the moon stayed tonight,
up there in that sky,
i'd do what i do everynight;
i'd lay in bed and cry.
I walked alone
down this empty road
trying to find
what i left behind,
where could it have gone?
who could have taken it?
went through my mind
it wasnt special
it wasnt expensive
but it was important to me
and I love it
it slipped away
out of my broken heart
I find it now
under the bathroom sink
I feel its cold, metalic metal
I grip it tight
and feel the blood
slip from the cut
the sting is what
releases my pain
after several more
deeper cuts
I slide my friend
back under the sink.
I got bored during class and felt like writing...
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