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Her Stare-

Her eyes were alive-
Softer than I could feel-
Intertwined in this woman was something so real-
I couldn’t explain it-
But I don’t think it’s meant to be explained-
Her touch was angelic-
Her voice like the rain-
I’ve never seen a beauty so immense-
A beauty so intense-
I’ve never thought about life and what it just might have meant-
But tonight-
She is there-
Explaining to me the secrets of the universe-
And all this with just a stare-
How dare I make a move-?
Her eyes were not to be consumed-
A passion brewed deep within her soul-
Something about this women could make me feel whole-
They say never let love define you-
It might just **** you dry-
Might steal your last laugh-
Or the last tear from your eye-
But at this moment-
This meaning was no longer there-
I was no longer in time-
No longer aware-
For true beauty stood before me-
Glancing with a glare-
“Approach you fool”-
I told my heart which was bare-
“Approach you fool”-
Love can be rare-
But tonight I admire her-
From a distance-
From a far-
Her beauty so deep-
I’m afraid to open my scars-
So I become brave and open my heart-
For she is that women-the reason for this life-
For she is that women-and I dream in her eyes-
 Oct 2010 HStories
Smoot
Apology
 Oct 2010 HStories
Smoot
I wrote this to say "I'm sorry"
But some how I want these lines to serve as more than the average apology
I want you to acknowledge me
surface my intentions beyond the 2D
Dimension our eyes see.
This situation calls for 3D glasses in order for you to fully understand a lost avatar,
No blue creator on Flat screens,
Just someone as complexly simple like me.
Adjust screen.
Magnify my heart so you can see that it's impossible for it to bump
without skipping beat.
Intimidated, I was,
The thought of me without you
was something like Pinky's ideas with no Brain
Things just were completely insane.
Personality, biopolar
for when your presence wasn't near I became a individual even I fear.
Like my body is here but my habits are not me.
Some sort of split personality
Name her for this ****** expression isn't one I recognize
This new form of madness has hypnotized me.
I  can't believe how this new predator only shows when you are away
As if when you are close your voice tames the beast.
Never leave me for if you do I wont be able to behave
I apologize for this my temper that I can not contain.
Autumn arrived clothed in whiskey and wind
that dressed the ground in leaves it lifted
from the old oak trees.  In the crisp air

you traced the outlines of their branches
to give their loss meaning, you said
as I considered the weight of the golden leaf

I was twirling absent-mindedly
between two fingertips. Then in October
we became thieves like the harvest

breeze, surreptitiously stealing glances
and words and then, feeling brave, kisses.
Under the gray afternoon sky

you fashioned a map out of fallen leaves
to give their death purpose, you said
as I tread lightly over their surface, now

brittle and brown. Then in autumn's quiet
valediction came the swift invasion
of winter, who cloaked our leaves

in a blanket of snow, robbing us
of the delicate guidance of that
which we had come to know as beauty.

— The End —