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From dreams of
a future
I keep locked away in a journal,
I'll meet every
smiling tomorrow
holding secrets of my own
ambitions
that reach out with warm hands towards the
inhibitions of
every setting sun.
and
I find the mark of my own realization in these
clasping grasping hands that search
so desperately
for completion
folding into praying hands
until fingers intertwine within
their own realities of
finally brushing across skin of
heart
pounding
heart
pounding

understanding

all these hands ever had to know was that

their own palms could heal sorrows
while holding promises pressed against
another,

your etched life lines from the
waters of your
mother's womb
completing the rivers that flow across mine
so we can float into the ocean of
soul

and as the same light pours over
my blinds
to softly coax open
eyes that
only know the darkness of sleep,

only know
the safety in shadows dancing before closed
eyelids

I drown in the remembrance,
of how
after we kissed,
the street lamps danced upon your cherub cheeks
until my own eyes reflected
constellations of potential
and yours
exploded into
guiding stars.

guiding this
searching hand into yours grasping for the clouds
knowing

they were only grasping for each other
to feel
the tenacious shell of our fingertips graze
and form
a sheltering place to retreat
when the floods pour out from
the vase of the fading flowers we gave to
our past selves.

I was leveled
by your shining beauty
the marvel of you
reflecting heaven
as a nervous
anxious smile
stretched across your lips
and reached up towards the twilight
in your
eyes
offering up an embrace
as hearts raced and
walked across water
to defy secular
existence.

that was the first moment
I saw the wings you never knew existed


and that night
words never needed to dance within the
darkness of
that parked car.
the warm air forming
waterfalls of honesty
between our mouths
kissed the brisk air
forming mist on windows


we've drawn the path
into a new garden
blossoming sunflowers
from the light
of our lips
to
be picked by your now

complete hands.
copyright 2010 by Stephanie Hayden
 Aug 2010 Jack Turner
John Stone
She asked me
would you like a sample?

I didn’t
I told her
no

thanks.

As I walked
away she asked
why not?

I told her
I don’t
want to smell like
date
****

she laughed
and sprayed me
in
the
******* face.

I’ll smell
like an *******
for the rest of the day

But she will still
work at a *******
perfume
counter
June 2009
Amazing, you are the everlasting definition.
I can look at you over and over, it’s an infatuating repetition.
Your beauty is more addicting than anything I’ve ever seen.
You’re the very best of all the best is what I’m telling you I mean.
You can bring my smile out just by being on my mind.
Some girls come a dime a dozen, but you are one of a kind.
Never change a thing about you; you are just perfect how you are.
In the blackest of the night, you are that single shining star.
On a scale of one to ten, I can say you’re off the chart.
But I’m sure that you have known that ever since the very start.
But now I’m telling you the door is open, so just walk in and take my heart.
You aren’t just something for me to look at; you are a priceless work of art.
You can tell me this and tell me that.
Tell me lies and tell me fact.
No matter what my ears are open.
Let’s run away you’ll say, I’m hoping.
Let’s travel the world and see new sights.
Cross new borders and reach new heights.
We’ll forget the days and enjoy the nights.
But just in case you didn’t hear, once again let’s run away.
And if not now, and if not then there’s one more thing that I must say.
I’ll be right here, waiting on you, for time to being that special day.
to feel what i do
is to count every grain of sand

known to man

to think the way i do
is to count every constallation in the vast dark skY

To respect my different theorys and beliefs, as a person rather than some outsider

makes me content
for
you make me feel as if everything in my worlds alright
Its only time
thats all we need
time is the essence of what we need
your what i breathe
your all I feel
Everything I see
Is Surrounded By you
The Intelligence you posess
Is the beauty beyond all that Ive ever known
I am intrigued yet delicatley intimidated
My heart floats
You are the emphasis of everything that is right
for everytime Im lost,
There You are - Holding me comfortable
And ever so tight
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