#lovestories
On her bed she thinks
of budding love, so often --
you read about it.
Apr 30, 2024
Apr 30, 2024 at 3:42 AM UTC
like the Eve is to the snake
like the sun is to the morn
She has gone.
like the path is to the lost.
like the trees are to the roots.
like the kiss is to the cheek.
like the strength is to the weak.
She will stay still as she wakes
and still he sits and looks far out
hoping to remember a magic song
wnose lyrics he forgot
like the river rock he shakes
but no movement will he make
she is gone.
he will bide his time like lakes
she will roll like tides
and take
what is hers and what he left
she is gone.
and time will edge and clip
and she will
dodge and she will wander
allow her have respite in you soul.
sahn12/17/2014
Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 4:09 AM UTC
Complete or not,
It shines through every phase,
What a perfect thing with grace.
Stands tall with its glory,
I am sure it has many stories.
My soul retreats to its wilderness,
When the moon is kissed by the sun.
In the pinkish soft sky of dusk,
Another love story has just begun.
The sun might be too bright to understand the darkness,
The moon, however, celebrates its lightness.
In my prayers, I reminisce,
When I see both with bliss.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
What a wonderful sight,
makes me dive into it again and again...
Those eyes, those lips make me vulnerable.
Why is that??
How did you do that,
Now I’m vulnerable before you.
I may not say those words often,
But I feel you deeply every single day.
Don’t want to let you go ever…
Am I being selfish? I hate that feeling.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 4:38 AM UTC
In the Army
sitting at the smoke point (a picnic table near the Water Buffalo)
all of us enjoying the pure Fraternity
of men and women now
who are Soldiers
a female Soldier ( not a girl to me)
began to tell
a classic tale
of Love Lust
**********
The police went to this guys house (for some reason I can't remember. It must have been a good one?)
and they found him
******* his dog
they arrested him
of course
But...
When the DA went to charge him he found
that ********** was not, Technically, a crime
in that locality
So, the Judge reluctantly released him
and was forced, by equal application of the law
to return to the man his confiscated Property
Gasp
they gave him back his dog?
I chimed in with a gleefull prescience of the next 4 seconds
maaan
They Really ******* the Pooch on that one
Now I believe that you can see
with that perfect 20/20 backward vision
the way we all laughed together
men and women, each so Individually different,
Brothers from the same Mother
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
once there was me and you
then it was me and him and you were my bestfriend
next comes me hurt, you comfort and you with her.
after years its me and you, no one else but no relationship
then me
and
you
you with her, you married her, you start a family with her
then
me and sadness
because love stories dont exist, or if they do not to me.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
places to fall in love:
a café, while sipping on their charm
at a museum, where they're still the masterpiece
an arcade, as you let them win your heart
on a rollercoaster, where there's nothing like that rush
in a theater, while holding their hand tight
on a paddle boat, where teamwork is key
a garden, add water and watch love take root
a bookstore, as your fingertips brush their spine
on the bay, with ocean mist kisses
in their arms, the safest place
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
Sometime in the future, people might ask me, "Why don't you ever write love stories like you did before?"
I can write about love. I can write stories. But to write love stories...I guess I left that with you.
I don't write love stories because maybe I've broken hearts before I've had my heart broken.
I don't write love stories because maybe I've seen the magical illusion of a happy marriage shatter before it could cast its spell on me.
I don't write love stories because maybe I've seen the falling out of love before the falling in love.
I don't write love stories because maybe all it would be is a sadly ever after.
I don't write love stories because maybe all I'd write about is you.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
And if you ask me,
if I still believe in magic?
All I'll have to do is
Show you her smile!!
#loveisastupidthing
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
Scribbling, never stopping,
Spinning stories you criticized;
Tales you'd call lies.
My truths born from my fiction,
A character of my creation,
The protagonist of my plot;
Making you the antagonist,
With minor characters conspiring
Towards my denouement.
I am the author of rising action,
Embedded in the argument;
Conflicts arose, decisions made,
The crises ensues,
You got saved.
And I am but an afterword
In your novel life.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
Under a blanket of
blackest wool
tiny darting stab wounds bleed
yellow splinters through a night sky that borrowed it's blue from the bottom of the sea.
-In the up there.
-In the out there.
And on our wooden chairs painted crisp bay white
chipped over the years,
so the layers of paint becomes a calendar -
we sit to watch
63 moons glide gracefully,
circle daintily-
We strain our necks and whisper tightly
say the things
that move from tongues to fingertips.
Wild gestures meant to
land sooner than the bitter words.
Under the nebulae where you once
gave me a ring
which you slung round a planet
with a ladder and rope.
And you gave me a promise that's still hung round the sun
so I jump up ride it when it orbits me close.
and I'll hide in its caves when the fear-dollies chase me-
and I'll dip in the tides of bubbling foam.
In a moment of tiny,
of small
and of sooner....
in a moment that's billions of miles away
so before we've been born
and before we've been lovers-
a star somewhere tucked our whole story away.
I'll find us a night cloud
thick with our longings
I'll puff up it's feathers and send it to sea.
I'll send out a hope seed
to sell to the watchmen,
only to free it when they've gone to sleep.
Yes, I'll pack it up safely and keep it's core glowing
(for hope is a thing that you never keep kept. )
As we sit in our garden,
and we touch close our fingers
As our babies are children and those children now men.
The night scented orchid blooms urgent around us,
like small fragrant fairies that scattered below.
The 64th moon has given you passage,
she's waiting impatient, I fear you must go.
Don't look for me, darling, for I will be waiting
on the bench in the garden
where the night flowers bloom.
Sahn 5/2/15
Thanks as always.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
The stones I choose were
smooth and grey
to build a cairn
that marked the end.
So cold were they
I thought them wet
Laden with my dark regret.
As for all I could not keep,
I placed them gently, buried deep .
Frigid I
I could not thaw-
The fault was mine,
in the after all.
Sahn
01/15/17
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC
trees will fall
and skies will turn to dark eyes.
i'll fall for you
and my heart turns
to black nights
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC