I could say that 2 am knows all my secrets
but its because I talk to you, that 2 am knows this.
I want to say that 3 am doesn't knows all my lies
but only because these lies swim from my mouth and flow into your ears
that you hear them and accept them and never question.
I would say that 4 am knows my fears
but we all know that’s an understatement
for you must know losing you or losing myself are my biggest fears
and those, those are nightmares.
I need to say that 5 am knows how to make my nightmares into dreams when I cant sleep
but sadly the dreams always turn dark and hell-like.
I should say that 6 am knows my smiling face and happy personality
but who are we to kid, that face is mask that we put on when we wake,
to avoid the world from the harshness and cruelty.
I believe it when I say 7 am knows I am the best actor the world has to offer,
for you see, no one knows the way I am like the hours of the morning.
2 AM knows my love for you is stronger than anything else,
3 AM knows knows the hidden lie behind every truth,
4 AM knows I am never as strong as I say I am,
5 AM knows how to create the best nightmares,
6 AM knows how hard faking it everyday isn't easy,
7 AM knows who the Oscar goes to in the end.

(i want love in these woods)

while walking in
the quiet woods
        humidity causing
  blonde hair to stick
            to my neck
on wooden path
my footsteps move
and on highest railing
a squirrel beckons
      i smile */a real smile/
she stops
       as if listening for my footsteps
       then scampers forward
       a few more feet
       stops...tilts her head
       eyes gleaming
       listening for me again

i think she is the squirrel queen
bidding me to follow her
to my lover
waiting in the woods
i want love in these quiet woods
in the quiet night
under the moon
oh what a night
that would be
with you
the smell of the leaves
the sound of the crickets
eyes twinkling
soft blankets
this* night
   you should whisk me away
   to a place in the woods

but, alas
the squirrel queen
scampered into the woods
and i'm sitting
at a picnic table
in filtering sunlight
sticky
transfixed
heart pounding
dreaming of
love in the woods
with you.

I always wanted more from you
than you were willing to give;
So now we've gone our separate ways
each with different lives to live.

The bond will always be there
the friendship always intact;
But the time for us has come and gone
and the pages of time, you can't turn back.

I will always be a friend to you
and wonder how you are;
The smiles and laughter I will remember
and our fights have become painless scars.

Sometimes on those busy days
when you've a thousand things to do;
Please let me glide slowly through your mind
and spend some time with you.

In that quiet moment
when you're surprised to find me there;
Just remember even with the distance between us
I am still someone who cares.

Do people really get kissed
like characters do in movies and books?
Pushed up against a wall
Hot breath and lust clenched fingers, or
In an airport in front of security
Teary eyes and tight hugs
Soft and slow and
Full of want and love.
Do they happen?
Or have I just been in
the wrong place my entire life?
And if these kisses do exist,
Why haven't I experienced
anything remotely close to that
Sweet perfection?
Why have all of my kisses been
so hasty and ugly and well,
completely ******?
And who are these guys,
That I have let kiss me,
Who do they think they are?
That they can kiss me like that,
And not even care?
All I get are senseless, strung out lips
looking for another score.
What I want,
Need actually,
Are kisses that make me forget
what i'm thinking
what day it is
what's going on around me,
Kisses that remind me of campfires
and old movies, and rainy summers
filled with lightning bugs and
long walks in sunflower fields.
I want to kiss someone and
feel like I'm back in my microscopic town
catching lady bugs, lying in tall grass
watching the setting sun and feeling a
warm breeze wash over my skin and
seeing it dance with the trees and birds.
I want someone to kiss me, and
make me feel free and whimsical,
Like walking among the sunflowers,
not knowing where they end,
not caring if they don't
because it's beautiful.
I want to be kissed
like the world is ending
like I am the most important thing
and if they don't kiss me
then nothing will ever matter again.
If it's out there,
and god do I hope it is,
I will look for it.
I will find it.
I will.

What you give is what you get,
You learn to live,not to regret,
When fashion dresses life,
She just wears the current trend,
When love she sits there waiting,
For emotion to reach it's sorry end,
Defiant in a fireball,
On her and her alone,
The real lady, one on whom you may depend,
The other our sweet poetry,
Is riding on a wave,
Not sinking,
Never ever,
No extinguishing,
Not a doubt,
The spark became ignited,
Lighting up the dark,
Maybe the strange things that we say,
And weird stuff that we do,
Fits with life's agendas,
As one and one make two and poetry makes three,
You and I invincible,
Happy but forever free!


By ladylivvi1

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