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 Jan 2017 Intrépide
oni
full
 Jan 2017 Intrépide
oni
i have come to accept
that i am always
full
of love
of hate
of anger
of pain

i am never
half way

i can never
meet you
in the middle

if you pick me up
and make me spill
i am not sorry
A breath of spring
Upon a winter's day
Pastel colors whispering
              
                   stay

A hint of smile
Upon her lips
Greeted warmly with a

                   kiss

Winter's cold
Cannot intrude
It is spring inside this blossoming

                    *prelude
I received flowers for the first time at work yesterday. How beautiful they are
The only person
I've continuously lied to,
Is myself - regretfully.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Dec 2016 Intrépide
Pax

words creates strings of emotions,
it connects from one reader to the other.

-quote-
i just had a passing thought earlier on what to do next year or whenever i got the time to retrack my life. I really wanted to write a story or a tale. I want it to be completed this time. When writing a story went inside my heart, i manage to write several chapters but i never got to finish them. I always thought that my knowledge or experiences wasn't enough for me to built a solid plot or realistic/fantasy viewpoint. I remember this quote i wrote for a review in wc i did last week and realize that our poetic words is an extension of our life's strings, maybe this is one reason why i write quotes which reflects my life and the life around me whenever it is in writing or reality. It is a reminder, a guide, or even a inspiration to those who write. You know, at some points within my realm of thoughts, i tried to forget and even give up writing because i have a low self-esteem, as i grow older it never went up to confidence, so it went to my heart and become stone that i went on isolation to never finding any relationship, even friendship on the real -world i considered them as acquaintance, i built up a wall upon myself. sigh... i got side track on my life, sorry for that... my point now it that never stop writing, as i am doing myself to keep on going. thanks for reading....
Do I love you
Or do I just love the thought of you?
The thought of you with me
Is this just an illusion my rotting heart has drawn
For it to have a reason to keep beating?

Is love a lie
Or just my idea of love?

Do I hold your hand
Just for the feeling of your warmth
Or because I care?
Does the thought of you keep me up at night,
Because I need you
Or because I need comfort?

Is passion my drug
And you're just a relapse?

Do I love you?
Do I really love you?
Did I really love you?
float through space with me
let's be cosmic entities
living within dreams
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