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There's a woman whose invisible when I'm awake, she's just a dream of who I chased in life, who's shoulders carried such weight that each step caused a quake, a force of nature is what she is, a new universe, somthing she's ready to charge out and take.

A dream in the night

She's a vision of both light and dark in place where they medley between dimensions, she's the type that always runs away from her family's predictions and has no time for her own admitions, the kind to stay calm when the wind picks up, without a care of the world's intentions, she brings out her poetry book and writes down all her ambitions.

A fire so bright

She has dreams of touching the stars no matter how hot they'd turn out to be, she'd welcome the black fingers and charred palms so long as there's a new horizon to see, new lands to brave, focus frontal and astral dust in her tracks as she speeds across nations and over every sea, never to live a relapse.

A drug without addiction

No dreams of being a cover girl, she enjoys the dirt on her hands and laughter in the air while dancing on expectations of failed people who couldn't bare to dance with someone who just wasn't afraid of the stares, she just brushes it off like autumn leaves in her hair.

A life without conviction

Strong enough to take on a giant but brittle to the touch, she refused help every turn of the way and chose to take the punch, stubborn and reliable, someone who gives all they can even when it ain't much.
 
Always so strong

She's a dark light in the golden sun with her Auburn hair, pale complexion, and emerald eyes, she's a bright dream in the moonlight with her ruby lips, colorful songs, and complex inquiries into maybes, hows, and whys.

I never thought you could be gone

Everyone has an end like the weaning breath of a dieing dream but no one would have thought a dream would end its self.

Always so wrong

A perfect funeral for an almost perfect person, perfect sounds to describe an almost perfect memory, your smell on my jacket brings the end to an almost perfect day.

A conclusion to your favorite song

You taught the world the meaning of saying goodnight and taught me the meaning of waking up to say, come whatever may, no matter how wrong or right.
 Mar 2016 Connie Gross
timeless
One cann't  buy Happiness
                   via
Money
and there is no buyer
                    of
grief and sorrow.
Happy
Ever wonder what a real man is like? Let me tell you.

A real man cares about what goes on in your head.
All the others just care about getting you to bed.
A real man gives you a special place in his heart.
Them other guys just want you to spread your legs apart.

A true man wants to ease all of your pain.
A "player" wants you for his own gain.
A real man isn't scared for you to see his tears.
Them other boys will never tell you their fears.


(Insert rant) A sign that you've found a real man is when you are both able to share your all of your worries, anxieties, and personal cares with each other; and can do so in faith that he's not only listening, but caring.

A real man is there through thick and thin.
Other guys just want your skin.
You can look a real man deep into his eyes,
And know that he's not hiding any lies.


**To all the men who read this poem, look at yourself and see if you fit this description. Do you think that your lady would say you follow these guidelines? If you're single, are you a man that ladies find trustworthy? I hope you are, and if you're not that you change that. We men need to represent.
#RealMen #RealTalk #PayAttentionLadies
What if I've never been had
Never been loved..
Would you like that?

With a mess of bruised brains
Will I maintain my frame of consciousness
To sustain some life, to contain this pain
To remain inside insanity invited to my veins

What if we will never meet
Beneath the hallow tree
Determined to believe that love is never to be freed
Buried like seeds, the hope we had succumb to
Wait till it bleeds again, I'm breathing in, ready to exhale but holding it, another hit, another high, it's safe to say that if I die,
It won't be by your side.
Heart hurts a lot when its heavy,
buried in fear.
Touched by the burning bush extinguished by her tears,
Ashes of a low class that she passionately breathes,
She lies behind the last tree,
lost beneath the leaves.
She possibly believes in anyone she comes to contact.
But trust is just kind words
and love, one night stands.
She is bashful and defiant,
defiance exhumed.
She exhales her poison
but she can't see past the fumes.
Ready, never ready, been rambunctious and loud.
Her hearts not been so heavy,
deadly rain seeps through the clouds.
I wrote this about a girl I only knew for a moment. But that moment was a moment of sadness, but it was beautiful as was she. She told me so many secrets in such a brief amount of time that I cried and wrote this.
Who walks my way
Timidly decaying in the decadence of keys
Touched on the piano
That is tortured by me

Please,
the pleasure is forever burning
Like the fire of a soul who never ceased yearning
For love.

My eyes are never dry anymore
Colors never dim
Lives are only dullened by the cries of giving in
I'll forgive them
I have been where they fall

Let me take you to the place where I once met my soul
Where the water was crashing
Down down on the shore
Where my body was shaken, weak and hallow
When my tears couldn't drop for a heart who could smile
Now that it's been a while
Now that we've been freed
Now that all the pain has left me, the hatred, the greed

I will kiss you before you collapse, ms. accident prone
I will miss you before you ever let me go
But I'll be happy
When I see that you're clean
Never happier will I have ever been
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