You seem to be nice.
Not surprised by this night.
Where I have to think twice.
Of ever seeing your might.

Long and lanky.
Strong, so ****.
Curly hair, soft to the touch.
Yet you are to much.

Devoted to sweet music.
Ready for action.
Has the knowledge and uses it.
The sound of attraction.

Outstretched hand.
Skin the color of desert land.
Scheming smile.
Always running wild.

You hurt me.
But don't know it.
Sad as it may seem.
I don't show it.

In fear of distance from our friendship.
But hurts like a whip.
To know I'll never have the courage to tell.
And so far I just say ' Oh, well'.

Ripened by night
the profound sea,
as a huge archaic mirror
embracing a pasture for reflected star

Beneath the stage of luminous enthusiasm,
wavelessly rising your meditation,
which unrequitedly falling in love
with the moonbeam

Withering somber luna,
as the faint Cupid
shooting an arrow of ice
into an auroral mirage
with shining rosiness

Ought to feel out eternity
the lily wings, finally
turned out to be the feeble oar
knocking the ebb rootlessly

Affection
inexhaustible braveness and endless scrupulousness
But what are these amongst us? -
The tacit contract
between sunrise and seaside;
also the blurry distance
between darkness and dreamland

Part One

Cool sand upon the Tropical shore
where footprints are inprinted into the sand
so sweet and sad and pretty
pastel sunsets nearly bring me to tears
such a longing to see a tropical ocean myself
but I remember I can see them through the pictures
that I look at which inspires my poetry
so right now in my mind's eye I am at the ocean
and the breeze is blowing my golden-brown hair
I love the tropical oceans and seas wherever the may be
vivid sunsets and sunrises of such lovely colour
palm trees are dancing and swaying in the breeze
oh how I can see this in my mind. . . All of it so clearly
I can see and hear the singing waves
the dancing trees
the fishes which swim under the ocean
and so much more. . . I see it all!
Ever so vividly, ever so clearly!

*~Marian~

Power to strive
till the end.
An instrument
to survive.
Only those who
have unbreakable
will - Win.

Insecurity.
Jealousy.
Worrying.
Hope.
Fear.
Anger.
Self-hate.
Inw­ard moving to outward
Wrenching open one's
Heart. Pacing.
Rearranging.
Weariness and
Utter defeat.
Then a small
Ray of sun
As I see you
And I'm not
Worried.
Lonely.
Cold.
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