#alliwant
<3
A kind of freedom enfolds me...here,
in this meadow, where summer colors
have deserted the horizon and the sky
a lone kite flyer has gone home
and i am left here, all alone
chasing butterflies in the dark
while i ponder long...on people,
their situations....their ideas,
their outbursts, that trigger uncertainty
their words that wound and hurt, like a plague
i sit and feel this vast openness,
nearing twilight...holding a flashlight
breeze and sound dance under a clearing moon
all i could think of, is i am small, but i want to
stand tall, in the middle of this huge open space
my voice is just a whisper in the atmosphere,
i want to stretch and reach out, but my arms are short...
all i can do, is write...i want to write with sincerity,
........use truthful, encouraging words
.......appropriate...not outlandish
...........simple......not highfalutin
...............never desultory
............or derogatory
all i want is share my thoughts that could mollify
i'd be elated if they please readers, and satisfy
i wouldn't want my words to confuse, or crucify
all i want to say
...and spread all over this troubled world...is:
"te amo"
"je t'aime"
"ti amo"
"Ich liebe dich"
"I love you"
"Wo ai ni"
"Watashi wa, anata o
aishiteimasu"
"Mahal kita"
::::::
during uncertain times,
nothing more than sweet words,
that warmth from love...can soothe weary ears
comfort, and mend broken hearts and minds...
<3
Sally
Copyright July 16, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
he sings:
all he wants is nothing more
than to hear her knocking at his door.
& all i want is nothing more
than to be the one opening up my own.
she walks through streets of calmed anxiety,
a technique she has nailed into closed doors.
tranced, coffee sipping, malamente listening;
she lives in her mind for the hours she has to rest.
the summer soars; the light winds are for
whisking away the days til she returns.
though today she practices for the worser days,
she can’t help but realise these are more than okay.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
I want to be drugged. Not by any chemical or medicine. But, by a person. Like an addiction.
I want to be assured of them never leaving.
I want to be assured of them understanding.
I want to be assured of them never taking advantage of the fact that I would reciprocate.
I want them to believe me.
I want them to trust me.
Accept me. Still love me.
I want someone to be sad when I am gone for good. Like the kind of sad that could **** a person. That is what I want.
I want them to appreciate little things.
I want them to do stuff for me.
I want them to share everything with me. Everything.
I want them to be there when I need them.
I want to give them sweet kisses in places no one's but they've seen. I want them to argue with me. For as long as it's me they're fighting with.
I want to kiss them, hold them and cherish them.
I want them to be drunk and drugged on me.
Because somehow I end up doing the same.
I want to be selfish.
I want them to bump into me someday.
I want them to exist.
I want them to be mine.
I want them.
- Aks, //All I Want.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC