Make the corset tighter!
For he already took my breath away.

Mark my lips ****!
For he's already seen my heart naked.

Raise my hair to the heavens!
For my head is already in the clouds.

Don't get make-up on the dress!
For I've already made my mark on him.

Slip the promise on my finger!
For I'm getting married today.

I just want to be...

The promise that you keep
The moment that you need
Your thought that's gone to seed

I just want to be...

What it is that you most crave
The one decision that you make
The perfect ending to your day

I just want to be...

Where your vast ocean meets the land
The treasure held in your hand
The moment you come to understand

I just want to be...

The one name that you drop
There when you pull out all the stops
All it is that you have got

I just want to be...

The answer when you ask
The love that you unmask
But most of all,
I just want to be your yes*...

Middle East Future
I have not written anything today, why should I? The future
in the Middle East is clear there will be a rapprochement
between USA and Iran, naturally two countries are surprisingly
alike both sublime and with a streak a tendency to violence.
That leaves us with it will leave the before the Palestinians will
refuse to be Bantu state and we will have an Israel stretching
from the Mediterranean to Jordan, most of the people will
Be none Jews and since Israel is a democracy it will have to accept
this new situation. Israel will in the future become just another
Middle Eastern state that has nuclear weapon they cannot use
without erasing their own people as a race. It will be a bitter irony
if they did what the **** tried to do.
Saudi Arabia can go back being a kingdom with ten thousand princes
that have just moved out of the tents, but Jews will survive in Iran.
So there is nothing to write about except the vines are greening and
I’m taking a car dealer to court, it has taken me since 2004 to get here
because I can’t afford use a lawyer, justice takes time and is costly.

Like my favorite herb you have once again emerged to season my stew of life.
A simple glance was all it took to awaken a once quenched storm within my heart.
Yet like once before, it comes with its sting of bitter-sweet,
As the sun rises so does my yearn to steal a glance of your face
Yet when it sets, its in your arms i now long to lay in
You have never been mine to have so i envy the one who calls you Hers.
With your mesmerizing smile you have gushed my whole being, leaving me like a blue-green bruise.
An injury i'm willing to keep for life
A reminder that i too once felt the pangs of love.
They say time heals all wounds but i fear my time is only capable of moving backwards.
Oh dear, hit me blue and black daily, lost in your voice, make me forget my senses and carry me in the tempest of your charm.
Oh my dear sweet herb, it feels like falling off my bicycle all over again.
My only wonder is whether you care for a ride

I have a dream, no not that of Martin Luther king,
but that which is beautifully flawed, making you perfect.

I am no writer so bear with me as I try to put into words
That which my heart cries out. I pray that I will one day find you
And not because I was searching but because it is written.
I pray that our friendship will not be a toxic one
Where one gives and the other takes it all.

Oh dear future friend,
I pray that you won’t spend so much time self-
Proclaiming your worth that you forget mine,
When in matter of fact we are all worth life to the one
Whose opinion only matters.

I pray that you will love me enough to not have to
Play the victim always, nor I for that matter.
I pray you won’t have to raise your voice,
Just so your opinion matters for no one knows it all.
I pray you won’t abuse my nature so much that even
The lashes I’ve taken have no hold on your words.
I pray I won’t go to bed hurt because you failed to care

Oh dear future friend,
I pray you will show me my wrongdoings without condemning me,
Or proving again how much more righteous you are than I am.
I pray you won’t count the grains of rice I lend from you
To one day reclaim them all.

Oh dear future friend, I have a dream.
A dream where I will wake up everyday wanting
to try and be a better friend to you
Than I was the day before.
I pray that you will not only remember that you have a friend in me
Only when storms surround you, but that you will remember me too
While you dance in the summer rains lit with rainbows.
Dear future friend, I pray that we will write our own meaning
Of friendship, one that has no laws or subtle terms
And conditions applied.

But mostly oh dear friend
I pray that we will become friends
Not ‘because of’ but because
Just because

Dear future friend
I think I’m already in love with the thought of meeting you……..

it's almost 1am and I'm wide awake
thinking about how i could never get you to stay,
how i could never get you to understand that you're important in every way.
thinking how did things end up this way
knowing there's no "right" thing to say
knowing though i see you everyday
things will never be the same.

and I'll forever remember our last "proper" conversation,
where you cried because of me leaving.

and I'll never know if those tears were genuine,
if you felt something tug at your heart
or you just didn't want to seem bad.
because in that moment,
all i could think about is how much i miss you,
though you were right there

because at that moment,
all i could feel was you slipping away
though you were in my arms

because at that moment
i realised, things will probably never be the same,                                  
because whatever we are, i still remember the way we were.

and I'm sorry for whatever i had done or whatever I had not done

because all i really wanted was to show you that love is actually real

wanted to show you that someone can actually care for you

wanted to make you happy,

wanted you to feel something you had never felt before

and I'm not angry, neither am i upset.
I am just confused, sad and bitter,
wishing you'd come home
wishing you would say why.

just want you to know that i miss you,
and whenever you're ready,
even if it's never
there'll still be room for us.
(h.s)