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Elizabeth Aug 2012
There are few things that are
adventurous
dangerous
thrilling
in my life
And of these things, there is The Ride

Wrapping my arms around you
Palms resting on your stomach inside your sweatshirt pocket
You're my protector as we race ourselves
Through twists and turns
Winding roads narrow and wide
Windy, sunny, blissful summer weather

And though my hair gets knotty
My hands get chilly
My eyes get watery
It's beyond worth the fun and excitement that I share with you
Elizabeth Jul 2012
I want to
Smell
Touch
Hear
See
Taste
What love is
My slate has been washed clean, a picture not clear anymore
The lines are smeared
The image is faint

I recall it going something like
"Indefinite feeling"
But what has happened to this definition that was once held true
Because this word, indefinite is definitely false

Where is this thing called love
Is it inside me? This I am not sure of anymore
Once it was so obvious what love was
Once it was quite clear that love was forever
Once
Once

Things are different now
Because nothing is indefinite anymore
Not like when we were children, playing games and laughing sweetly
When recess lasted eternity, and nap time lasted much too long (eternity)

Recess is over
Or maybe recess never existed, it was merely a mirage
Maybe love never existed, it was merely a mirage
Maybe
Maybe

So please God, tell me what love is
Help me justify, understand love
Give me love, give me nothing less than your best love
Please
Please
Elizabeth Jul 2012
A thought sets off tears
A smile creates sobs
An "are you okay" breaks you
And nothing cures the sorrow you feel
No person
No object
Nothing, leaving you with sadness
Sadness that shrinks you into a fetal position
It feeds, infinitely hungry
A stomach never fully satisfied
And you wallow in this pity that can't be ridden of

The damage is left behind
Not an angel's handyman could patch the hole left behind

Guilt
Anger
Pain and
Fear
This is when everything fails
This is where everything fails

Falling into hell and farther down than known to man
Because of a trip that could have been prevented
But was provoked by someone other than you

That, is where everything fails
Elizabeth Jun 2012
Sit, and breath in fresh air
Overcome by pure beauty
In a pristine realm
Elizabeth Jun 2012
Anticipation is a powerful drug. It heals suffering
Looking forward to something, such a fantastic feeling
Everyone should experience Anticipation in their lifetime
Everyone will experience Anticipation in their lifetime
Anticipation kills fear and births happiness
It creates smiles and destroys frowns
And that moment
When you finally feel the ******, the result of all built up Anticipation
Truly jaw dropping
Eye opening
Great

Anticipation is not for everyone, especially people who let it consume themselves too much
And of those with Anxiety
Some find it easy to confuse the feeling of Anxiety with the feeling of Anticipation
A silly mistake, easily fixed with a simple dosage of Realization

Warning, side effects of Anticipation may include
Butterflies
Nausea
Diarrhea
Wanting to sleep the day away to make the thing you are anticipating come faster
Loss of appetite
Over-excitement

This does not effect everyone with Anticipation, however,
One side effect that does inflict all is the satisfaction
The satisfaction of the event behind all of this Anticipation
Elizabeth Jun 2012
It's hard to imagine The Close
No one has seen it,
No one will
But some find it easy to contemplate all of the ways to get there
Some believe it's never ending sadness
Others believe it's pure beauty at every corner

It's a scary place, indeed
To be in a position of constant fear of The Close

But I find it easy to fend off this fear
And I do this with *love
Elizabeth May 2012
The fanfare begins
The feet of 100 nervous graduates come together
Attentive to the music, an oral instruction book for their march to the stage
And you
In the mess of individuals stick out like a sore thumb in my eyes

Unwillingly, I service these instructions for you
Directed by the make of these processional blueprints

I rebel against the document in front of me
With symbols that speak of melodies, harmonies, and chords



Slow the tempo
Stretch the fermata's
Refrain from that horrid second ending, which proclaims your childhood

Fine

Save me, Mr. Conductor, from the Recessional, where we say
Goodbye
And you exit to the parking lot
While I exit to the band room, which will no longer consist of our jokes and laughter
Rather silence and empty moments that should have been filled with smiles and conversation
Conversation shared between two friends
A friendship that died in a gym
A friendship that died because of me
My trumpeter friend who is graduating this year
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