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Vierra Nov 2014
She glances at me with a glimmer of lust, the person who lays with me  in my bed.
She has approved the dance and we breathe the same air, the same hot and damp oxygen.
We share our thoughts within our created entity, the dance.
We share for a while then sleep for days. We order room service and eat the complimentary mints in peace and quiet.
Oh the thought of love.
Quite intoxicating.
Vierra Nov 2014
A name in a sea of names.
Adrift, floating in oblivion.
Will you listen to compromise or will you hear reason?
Strategy in the middle of the ocean is useless. We will be cannibals.
No fish - no hanapa'a.
Words in a sad song fall upon deaf ears.
I do not exist in this world. I am a feather floating high on sea breezes crossing sun drenched oceans.
Do you hear me?
Probably not..
because at this moment,
I AM FREE.
Notes from the Pacific Ocean of my mind
Vierra Oct 2014
She misses those around her when she is alone,
slowly, her mind drifts and attaches to something inside of her that wants desperately to leave.
Can she travel the distance to see those who notices her absence?

Probably.

There is a jet plane leaving soon, about in a month or less.
2,352 miles away from me, she will land and enjoy the rest of her life with other people.
Enjoyment will come for her. Rest assure she will live a life full of excitement and company.
I on the other hand will live, barely but I will live. I will never see her and will wash the sheet where we used to sleep together. The smell will leave. As everything in this life does.
Will I notice her absence?
Absolutely.
Will I miss her drool on the cool side of the pillow?
Absolutely.
The water will never drip from the faucet anymore because I will remember that no one will be home when I get here.
It will be tightly shut.
No noise at night, no deep breathes when we awake, just the other side of the bed.
I will miss her bras hanging from the office chair in the room. I will miss her work schedule on the cork note thing, I will miss the one side of the slipper because that is the only one we could find.
But life will prevail, the honesty of this poem is unprecedented to my nature.
I am a liar; I am someone who cannot hold her here.

I am sorry, guapa.
@proudmiller
Vierra Aug 2013
the lines between reality and fantasy
is vague and blurry at best.
you cannot have one without the other,
for they compliment each other.
as i feel my mind is taking a turn for the worst
i cannot help but try and figure out
where this journey will take me.
will this trip last till my next life
or will it just end quietly
and leave me there in a desperate haze of both?
Vierra Aug 2013
The night, steeped in legend and mystery, has its own special place.
The cold  wind that blows through the darkness rustle the shadows under the moonlight.
The pitch black oceans move to it's  own rhythms.
The universe, full of darkness and light heed nights call and with the utmost certainty, the stars come out.
They exist only on the fingertips of fairies but shine like there is no tomorrow.
They are the main attraction and they do not disappoint, glowing the nears and fars within the infinite space.
Possibilities and wonder are a underscore; there are no rules, just imagination.
This is where I want to be.

Please take me there.
Vierra Jul 2013
You are the still quiet morning
Still cool with the nights breezes
How can the madness of night give birth to the beauty of breaking dawn?
The promise of a new day is enough to brighten the darkness of night.
The demons that make their way through the nightmare that the night commands, will die every morning and resurrect with every hint of the cool breeze that stirs during after hours.
You will see my eyes, my love.
With every shrinking moment of darkness and every gaining moment of the new day.
I love you.
Vierra Jul 2013
We feed this emptiness inside all of us.
Love disguised as ***
*** disguised as love
It's one battle we all endure.
Should we show our hearts with reckless abandon?
One wise author once wrote:

'We are all manifestations of love.'

We as humans crave touch and tenderness just to fill that emptiness.
As of right now, my emptiness is fading slowly but surely with every piece  of your heart.

Your love is the cure.

I need your laughter haunting me.

I need your eyes gazing into mine.

I need your sheer presence to light my path to salvation.

I need you my love.
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