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The story of us.

There is no story really.  Well not of 'us' at least.  Not yet.  I just liked that line and thought I’d use it to write.  To write this.  You spoke with me today.  You pulled me into a conversation, but so terrified that my ***** little secret will be found out, I pull away. And, you weren’t alone.  Who’s he?  He is so ******* good-looking!  I see the way you look at him, and know I can't compete.  I'm so jealous, that I just want to peel away.

The story of you.

Do you know that you have the most engaging smile?  I am sitting in the dark, thinking. That’s what I’m doing right now, sitting in the dark, thinking about your smile.  It was not supposed to turn out this way.  This was not my plan.  You were meant to be forgotten. You were meant to be never minded.  I know that smile, and knew you would never be mine.  My smile now stolen, by him.  Who was that guy? And, Jesus Christ, why is he so ******* good-looking?!

The story of me.

I existed before you, you know.  I’m almost sure I did.  Before I saw that smile, before I heard that voice,  before, I saw that...face.  Before, before, before.  Before I saw you, I had a pulse, I’m almost sure I did. Who is that guy?  He's tall, and so ******* good-looking. And, with a ******* ******* beard!  I mean, come on!  I too, have a beard. Doesn’t that count?  I know, I know.   I'm not so tall, and I know, I am not so ******* good-looking.  But, like him, but just like him, I have a beard.

And like him, and just like that guy, I now have A Story of Us.
She is running barefoot
On a field of daisies
Smiling, cause he understood,
Each curve of her drawn paisleys.

She walks and walks, perhaps for miles
Until she finds the perfect spot,
She shared with bumblebees, her smiles,
He understood each line and dot.

There on that perfect spot, she lay,
And looked up at the bluest sky
With milk-white clouds that want to play
While blades of grass caress her thigh.

Looking up like that for hours,
Until she finds a cloud of paisleys
Laying there among the flowers,
She feels like she's one of the daisies.
Let me be
The sweet smile on your face,
The rainbow colors in your eyes,
And the  tsunami of your desires.

Let me be
The anthem of happiness on your lips,
The eternal imprints of your world,
And the flame to your candle of peace and joy.

Let me be
The inspiring idea in your mind,
The carved letters of your soul,
And the river of love in your arteries.

Hussein Dekmak

Rue Mar 14
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
Khoi-San Mar 13


Enjoy spring:)
autumn approaching
EmVidar Mar 9
How did Shakespeare get it so wrong?
Love was not in sonnets
But in smaller moments
Written for deaf ears.

-em vidar
unconventional love series. a series to reflect the stages of growth and development
Alex Evans Mar 7
you never look quite enough like yourself--there's an edge of a mask,
something in the way you smile--
and i'm afraid of what's underneath.

(way-back-when--when we were kids--you never smiled like that, and now it's the only smile you have to give.)

(stop smiling and cry a little, will you?)
sunprincess Feb 28
Yellow daffodils in spring,
Pieces of sunshine
Scattered here and there
Producing smiles
on faces everywhere
Mind Matterer Feb 23
Days are for the sun to shine,
the light to beam,
and the fake smiles, laughter, and confidence to emerge.

Nights are for the moonlight to seep through the clouds,
The stars to glisten,
And the hauled up tears to finally come streaming down.
Be happier than before,
make sadness
something you no longer possess.
This world needs more smiles...
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