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EMPstrike Feb 2015
One loves another.
Content with each other.
When contentment is lost,

The lovers soon part.

They speak of true love,
And they say it's easy to know.
I believe that it is.

But I don't think THEY know.

Sadness,
anger,
Results of this feeling.
But at the same time are dwarfed
By its true nature.

And the feeling, more often than not, misconstrued
Is VASTLY different.
And more often, is used.



For when lovers part, forget, and move on,
They "No longer love", for love, it was not

But often true love, is outside of the box.
With someone you love, you're content to just watch.

To see that their happy, will make YOU as well.
And their sadness and worry will prompt you to help,
Whatever they feel or do, it will seem
Is connected to you.
As if your one being.

It's not just for Lovers, and most often, is not.

But if your lucky enough, the love that you shared, means this much.
EMPstrike Feb 2015
A bag, full of gems! Some gleaming, some rough,
A collection, for you. Always growing.

Growing in size, continuously filled,
And equally given, never paring.

An endless supply, gained from learning and observing.
Acquired from me, you, and others through learning.

It pleases me so,
Just to know that one stone,
Will fit you just so!
And help your life flow! ^^

I'm happy to watch, and take in, what you do,
So that someone, or myself, can learn something new.

A stone that fits perfect, when it's needed the most,
Is what gives it its meaning. It's BEAUTY, It's GLOW.

I'm Content, just in watching, until one can see,
If an old stone fits...

...and to what, it will lead.
EMPstrike Feb 2015
Driven by hunger, weakened by cold
a decision is made, facing ice and snow.

A hardship unneeded, but taken up just the same
Coughing and hacking through chilled wind and rain.

What foolishness! Brought about by desire.
Not NEED, but desire, overcoming the tired.

Even though transportation to the goal is arranged,
Not far, the destination, "I'll walk"

Such impatience.

The coughing grows violent, nerves overwhelmed and numbed
Such needless hardship, but the decision is done

At the end of my journey, I stop
Take breaths,
And cough as though trying to cough up my chest!

I could have driven there, and for less pain, be done.
But it wouldn't have been as beautiful.

Or nearly as fun.
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A picture from the trip to the store ^
EMPstrike Feb 2015
Again, the sun rises. Another day without you
Another day without knowing,
Another smile made untrue.

The day's Bright ascension,  blinding sorrow with tasks.
A searing light of activity
Memories hidden by this mask.

Till the day's bitter end, when thoughts of you return
Dark of night, steadies thoughts.
Ceasing the day's numbing burn


Thoughts of how you laughed, though your wit so outshone me.
Of how your gratitude, always, found it's way to the lowly.
The tears drowning your departure, and heralding your return
And of course,
The uncertainty,
If for me, yous till yearn.

So each night i will wait, with a loyalty so true.

Until, again, the sun rises.
Another day without you.
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