I'll stand here, on the edge of time waiting for the world to pass me by
soak in the sun, with every last breath
then disappear when the smell of rain starts to water the earth

When the soil rises into my soul, blanketing my heart with it's earthy embrace
I'll soak in the water drops, the ones that dance on my finger tips
and watch the clouds start to grey

I'll let you colour me, with your rain
I'll let you cover me with your pain
I'll let you envelope me in your everlasting sent
oh petrichor, I'll even let you take my breath

Because music geekdom was one of my life choices
I've found i can get attached to voices
Not the ones in my head, for inside i still remain dead
But the accent, the catch before you get emotional,
Sticks to my waxed ears like used lotion so
I miss voices at times, if those i care of mostly,
So i try to imagine that voice coursing through my head so softly
Wobbly is my memory, so i hold on to everything that i can
But hearing those special voices again, thats a happiness no one can plan

Times drove us into an endless road of possibilities.
Where I saw the light of hope amongst the stars.
A smidgen of electricity was sent through my entire body,
A smidgen of this endearing feeling runs between the heart and mind—
After our encounter under the starry night skies,
the shared dreams and drinks,
and the whispered of senseless mumbles.

Scattered leaves of Autumn companying beneath,
As the alluring voices from between your crooked teeth,
lull me to another happy ending dream.
As I thought about a figure and a smile as beautiful as yours.
Also the way your eyes glisten under the darkness,
and the tingling scent of yours,
Which brought back the tightening knots—
—Around my lung, heart, and throat.

And before the sun peeked from its horizon,
You asked me,
"Do you love me?"
I leaned to kiss you and whispered,
"Just a smidgen."

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Some people are diamonds
Some people are stones
Some people are skulls
and some just bones

Some people are spiders
Some are flies
Some are snakes who
Hypnotize

Some people are roads
And some are ruts
Some people are vinyl
Who stick to your ****

Some people are weeds
Some are heather
Some people are just plain
nasty weather!

But you? You're special.
One of a kind
I love your poetry
Love your mind

There are many metaphors
Yes It's true.
But only one poetfriend...

... and that would be YOU!


SoulSurvivor
2/7/2015

When I think of what you share daily
So bright my day is always made to be
For you are like the sun at its very best
Which God lovingly allows each day to be

For you are all the sweet happiness
Which my heart tightly holds within
And you are also the blissful ecstasy
Which each new day seeks to begin

And I always seem to find myself dreaming
Of many beautiful new ways each day
So I may never be without the brightness
Which I feel your heart sending my way

My Life finds each moment made pleasurable
As I find your soft radiance blessing me
And I find to be much more priceless
The embrace of your brightness I always need.


'Precious memories of love shall abound in
the dreams of many,  yet your love shall
be a true lasting reality to only me.'