the heart-shaped white topaz and crescendo contra bass I smell chaos To you, kudos Leap unto the destiny Why we rushing Denying norm Anxiety showing Lock the room Do you have a cold feet? cause I am
150623 |23:58 | doubt
She had seen him a million times in her life. He was at her wedding as she married a different man. He stood at the altar and supported her as he always did.
So why was this time different? They spoke to each other in a way they hadn’t in a long time. She laughed in a different way, as she knew she would always be in love with this man. So when he said “I wanted to kiss you” it made sense why her mind spiraled out of control. She, a married woman, loved this man, but he was taken by another woman.
As I walked the hills I heard the horns
The stamp of steeds and cry of a hound I ran towards that iconic call The hunt was on, I knew the sound As I watched the fox run and hide A magnificent creature sleek and fine The thought intruded upon me And created an image in my mind What greater event could I encounter Of the pursuit of love that I here had The pursuit of something beautiful called forth with trumpets and fanfare Chased by all and caught by few Tracked and then lost, joy and despair The chase of the fox Woman, seductive and coy Pursued by gross beasts Determined man and boy For love like that fox is wily and sly Catch only a glimpse before it flies by Sleek and slender a thing of great worth Pursued by all to bring home to the hearth For love outside your possession has no value Home it must reside to bring satisfaction to you
One of my endeavors has been to write a letter, and possibly a poem to my wife every month. As I sat and thought about pursuing her love it occurred to me. The Fox Hunt is on!
Not all Married men are
inaccessible to a past true love Especially mentally united. Not all honorable unmarried men are accessible for affairs in the love arenas Some married men are a Knight to someone special without any extra-marital stains. My King lost his sword by me all without my intention to do harm at all but mare duty to love my man more than I loved myself. Once a married poet found his sword by me by my virtual loving ways and at a distance. My old true love King of hearts thinks of me walking, sighing love poems about our road not taken. My avenue of the death. I feel like a blindfolded sword gold hearted queen who has lost her pharaoh and can't be consoled. I need my Knight in real life My beloved king of hearts! My once upon a time? My willow tree of life.? My ancient Pinocchio hiding wealth name reign and heart of gold? Oh come to me I plead you. I love you so. ~~~~ Karijinbba. ~~~
How do you tell someone you’ve ****** over many times that you’ve changed and you are sorry?
You beg and plead and make promises you’ve made before But it’s clear they’ve had enough, and they won’t take no more You tell them your sorry and buy them gifts. That’s still not enough friend, their love will continue to drift. You give them their space in hopes it will make them miss you. Odds are you never gave them attention anyway, so that’s nothing new. So what’s the right answer? What else could you do? There’s no exact answer as there is nobody the same. It’s also not guarantee anything will work as this is not a game. You should look in the mirror and try to see what they see. Put yourself in their shoes and ask how did they feel around me? This is not how u can help them, their not the ones who need a correction. You have to fix yourself, make it consistent until you like the person you see in the reflection. Truth is you may not get them back and that’s a hard pill to swallow. If you fix yourself it’ll make it easier to let go, and you’ll be more confident and happier for years to follow.
Be gentle it’s been a couple years sense I made a piece
Though I love you, and I did,
I returned once more to the orchard. Home seemed so far away, Clasped in the hands of another. Every dish washed another breath drawn, The slick ribbons against the trees. My love, my wonder, at my side. Again, my demons embrace me. Again did I stop outside of my haven, Praying to a malevolent, unloving light. Is it wrong to be so human, my doubts, How could a grey sky be alright? Why live if living is wrong, If each whine should be a cry? My bed felt more like teeth then, Gnawing at me from each side. The flowers bloomed under a night sky, Adorned with all the things I should’ve confessed. Once again I find myself in that time, Yet with you I think only of what I’ve repressed.
it's not horrid
it's not terrible it's everything it's you and her it's the tears that pour it's the people laughing it's everyone clapping for the joyous occasion the white dress the suit and the girl in tears watching her life dissapear.
POV: watching the love of your life get married to another girl and love someone else. you're never enough, you're never the one.
show me how to wear diamond
dreams without trembling beneath their weight. I am a pebble, peeled off from a peak, fraying and falling, faltering at its feet. end up locked between the lips of married mountains; eyes hinged to the sky, feet sinking into earth, chest caving into a coffin where my heart hides its head. as despair crawls in to devour the decay, I linger between the decomposition, dead to dust to soil—waiting to bloom again.
I got married in 2015
a journey I started I thought I met my dear She barked fear I got scared as I had dared Love turned unknown Fights were homegrown no memories to look behind no feelings stood behind I made my commitment long Emotions all went wrong 15 to 19 seemed like a decade everyday looked like a parade No where near was my wife Faith in God marched my life
The poem inspiration came when one of my near dear one was going through a very tough time and to make it easy for him to pass this phase, I penned few lines on his phase.