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"palpitated" poems
Forth into the forest straightway All alone walked Hiawatha Proudly, with his bow and arrows, And the birds sang round him, o’er him, “Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!” Sang the robin, the Opechee, Sang the blue bird, the Owaissa, “Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!” Up the oak tree, close beside him, Sprang the squirrel, Adjidaumo, In and out among the branches, Coughed and chattered from the oak tree, Laughed, and said between his laughing, “Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!” And the rabbit from his pathway Leaped aside, and at a distance Sat ***** upon his haunches, Half in fear and half in frolic, Saying to the little hunter, “Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!” But he heeded not, nor heard them, For his thoughts were with the red deer; On their tracks his eyes were fastened, Leading downward to the river, To the ford across the river, And as one in slumber walked he, Hidden in the alder bushes. There he waited till the deer came, Till he saw two antlers lifted, Saw two eyes look from the thicket, Saw two nostrils point to windward, And a deer came down the pathway, Flecked with leafy light and shadow. And his heart within him fluttered, Trembled like the leaves above him, Like the birch-leaf palpitated, As the deer came down the pathway. Then, upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow; Ah! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him! Dead he lay there in the forest, By the ford across the river; Beat his timid heart no longer, But the heart of Hiawatha Throbbed and shouted and exulted, As he bore the red deer homeward, And Iagoo and Nokomis Hailed his coming with applauses. From the red deer’s hide Nokomis Made a cloak for Hiawatha, From the red deer’s flesh Nokomis Made a banquet in his honor. All the village came and feasted, All the guests praised Hiawatha, Called him Strong-heart, Soan-ge-taha! Called him Loon-Heart, Mahn-go-taysee!
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Hiawatha’s Hunting
Forth into the forest straightway All alone walked Hiawatha Proudly, with his bow and arrows, And the birds sang round him, o’er him, “Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!” Sang the robin, the Opechee, Sang the blue bird, the Owaissa, “Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!” Up the oak tree, close beside him, Sprang the squirrel, Adjidaumo, In and out among the branches, Coughed and chattered from the oak tree, Laughed, and said between his laughing, “Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!” And the rabbit from his pathway Leaped aside, and at a distance Sat ***** upon his haunches, Half in fear and half in frolic, Saying to the little hunter, “Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!” But he heeded not, nor heard them, For his thoughts were with the red deer; On their tracks his eyes were fastened, Leading downward to the river, To the ford across the river, And as one in slumber walked he, Hidden in the alder bushes. There he waited till the deer came, Till he saw two antlers lifted, Saw two eyes look from the thicket, Saw two nostrils point to windward, And a deer came down the pathway, Flecked with leafy light and shadow. And his heart within him fluttered, Trembled like the leaves above him, Like the birch-leaf palpitated, As the deer came down the pathway. Then, upon one knee uprising, Hiawatha aimed an arrow; Scarce a twig moved with his motion, Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, But the wary roebuck started, Stamped with all his hoofs together, Listened with one foot uplifted, Leaped as if to meet the arrow; Ah! the singing, fatal arrow, Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him! Dead he lay there in the forest, By the ford across the river; Beat his timid heart no longer, But the heart of Hiawatha Throbbed and shouted and exulted, As he bore the red deer homeward, And Iagoo and Nokomis Hailed his coming with applauses. From the red deer’s hide Nokomis Made a cloak for Hiawatha, From the red deer’s flesh Nokomis Made a banquet in his honor. All the village came and feasted, All the guests praised Hiawatha, Called him Strong-heart, Soan-ge-taha! Called him Loon-Heart, Mahn-go-taysee!
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This is not a poem, but its close to my heart, so I thought I'd put this up. "We're walking these streets like they're paved with gold Make any old excuses not to go Neither one of us want to take that taxi home." She came out of the movie hall with a new soul. A new life, a new beginning. As he held her hands, for the first time, in a long time, she felt safe. Even if what she had, posed the greatest threat to her. Disappointment. All over again. But in that one moment she knew what she wanted. She'd never leave that hand. No matter what it took, she'd be there, holding on. She swore she'd never let this go. And with that conclusion, she was born again. With hot tears, she was rejuvenated. This time, her tears were the reason she smiled. This time, she got back the heart she had once given away. This time, she was loved. Her knees were week, her heart palpitated, butterflies in her stomach. Her mind, not working. Time stood still. And it felt perfect. "I'll be back in a moment", he kissed her hand so delicately as if she was so fragile. As if she'd break in an instant. She would have. She was a crystal waiting to be damaged. But there was something in his eyes which told her, he'd be back. Reluctantly, but gradually she let him go. He took one look and turned and ran away. Her gaze followed him. He felt it. He looked back, winked and carried on. He came back. Not with a horse carriage, but with a old taxi. it really didn't matter as long as he was in it. "Come on in" His presence invited her in. He took her by the shoulders. And she was where she belonged. She closed her eyes for just a moment to take it all in. He took her hands and held on tight. And as the road went on, she found herself wishing it would not lead home. Wishing it could just take them away. She didn't care were that away was. As long as it was away. She smiled. Holding nothing back, she laughed. She was no longer the girl with a broken smile. The taxi driver kept looking back. They were as bad as newlyweds. Shy, yet nothing could possibly keep them apart. And from the corner of her eyes she caught the old taxi driver deliver a smile of acceptance. With both hesitance and surety, she kept taking risks, going further and further closer to home, together, in each other's arms. Because for the first time in her life, she HAD something to loose. Because the risk was worth it. every moment of it. She understood what she had in her hand. It was something familiar. Something warm and cozy. It was love. A love which wasn't understandable. A love unknown. A strange and sudden development. Her wall had been broken once again. This time, easier than before. And it only took a taxi ride home for it to be realized.
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Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
The Taxi Home
This is not a poem, but its close to my heart, so I thought I'd put this up. "We're walking these streets like they're paved with gold Make any old excuses not to go Neither one of us want to take that taxi home." She came out of the movie hall with a new soul. A new life, a new beginning. As he held her hands, for the first time, in a long time, she felt safe. Even if what she had, posed the greatest threat to her. Disappointment. All over again. But in that one moment she knew what she wanted. She'd never leave that hand. No matter what it took, she'd be there, holding on. She swore she'd never let this go. And with that conclusion, she was born again. With hot tears, she was rejuvenated. This time, her tears were the reason she smiled. This time, she got back the heart she had once given away. This time, she was loved. Her knees were week, her heart palpitated, butterflies in her stomach. Her mind, not working. Time stood still. And it felt perfect. "I'll be back in a moment", he kissed her hand so delicately as if she was so fragile. As if she'd break in an instant. She would have. She was a crystal waiting to be damaged. But there was something in his eyes which told her, he'd be back. Reluctantly, but gradually she let him go. He took one look and turned and ran away. Her gaze followed him. He felt it. He looked back, winked and carried on. He came back. Not with a horse carriage, but with a old taxi. it really didn't matter as long as he was in it. "Come on in" His presence invited her in. He took her by the shoulders. And she was where she belonged. She closed her eyes for just a moment to take it all in. He took her hands and held on tight. And as the road went on, she found herself wishing it would not lead home. Wishing it could just take them away. She didn't care were that away was. As long as it was away. She smiled. Holding nothing back, she laughed. She was no longer the girl with a broken smile. The taxi driver kept looking back. They were as bad as newlyweds. Shy, yet nothing could possibly keep them apart. And from the corner of her eyes she caught the old taxi driver deliver a smile of acceptance. With both hesitance and surety, she kept taking risks, going further and further closer to home, together, in each other's arms. Because for the first time in her life, she HAD something to loose. Because the risk was worth it. every moment of it. She understood what she had in her hand. It was something familiar. Something warm and cozy. It was love. A love which wasn't understandable. A love unknown. A strange and sudden development. Her wall had been broken once again. This time, easier than before. And it only took a taxi ride home for it to be realized.
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It’s been a while since I’ve taken a drive through my mind. I drove when I needed to search for understanding, and then came a time when I no longer yearned to understand. Objects in mirrors were closer than they appeared. And suddenly… Life was closer than it appeared whenever it was netted in the echo of a poem. It began to snow, and the flakes under my headlights turned to shooting stars. I was so close. So close to…something. I could see the faint outline of a figure…a man perhaps? Time froze, or maybe it sped up? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t perceive what was, and what wasn’t. Then suddenly, he was there— A man in a dark cloak, standing in the middle of the road, reaching out to me.   I put on my breaks, and the car came to a sudden halt. He circled around the car, approaching my window. I could not see his face. I rolled down the window, and he came forward and motioned for my hand, holding out his gloved one. I gave it to him. He held it. I suddenly wanted to die. I said, “Can you make the suffering stop?” He inhaled, as if to speak, and then… I felt adrenaline and fear surge in my veins. I inhaled to ask him who he was, but there was no air. I was full of nothing. I did not want to hear what he had to say. My heart palpitated. My vision went black.  I opened the car door, and flung myself out onto the snowy ground. The man was gone. I didn’t want to drive anymore, so I locked the car, left it in the middle of the road, and walked into the blizzard. I didn’t know which way home was, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to know anything. Life meets human understanding in the most delicate way, when one finds words to echo reality. After the pen has scribbled something profound, understanding meets fear in the most unfortunate way.  All that once was, crumbles under epiphany.   What is already known is comfortable. It doesn’t require bravery, for we have already faced it. We have already heard the words spoken from under the cloak, and we already have seen the face of their messenger.
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Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Driving
It’s been a while since I’ve taken a drive through my mind. I drove when I needed to search for understanding, and then came a time when I no longer yearned to understand. Objects in mirrors were closer than they appeared. And suddenly… Life was closer than it appeared whenever it was netted in the echo of a poem. It began to snow, and the flakes under my headlights turned to shooting stars. I was so close. So close to…something. I could see the faint outline of a figure…a man perhaps? Time froze, or maybe it sped up? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t perceive what was, and what wasn’t. Then suddenly, he was there— A man in a dark cloak, standing in the middle of the road, reaching out to me.   I put on my breaks, and the car came to a sudden halt. He circled around the car, approaching my window. I could not see his face. I rolled down the window, and he came forward and motioned for my hand, holding out his gloved one. I gave it to him. He held it. I suddenly wanted to die. I said, “Can you make the suffering stop?” He inhaled, as if to speak, and then… I felt adrenaline and fear surge in my veins. I inhaled to ask him who he was, but there was no air. I was full of nothing. I did not want to hear what he had to say. My heart palpitated. My vision went black.  I opened the car door, and flung myself out onto the snowy ground. The man was gone. I didn’t want to drive anymore, so I locked the car, left it in the middle of the road, and walked into the blizzard. I didn’t know which way home was, and I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to know anything. Life meets human understanding in the most delicate way, when one finds words to echo reality. After the pen has scribbled something profound, understanding meets fear in the most unfortunate way.  All that once was, crumbles under epiphany.   What is already known is comfortable. It doesn’t require bravery, for we have already faced it. We have already heard the words spoken from under the cloak, and we already have seen the face of their messenger.
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The myriads of symbolic rhythms sway along the narrow highway as the speed of each engine races whilst my heart traces in lost decades worn out and torn in unjust voids Yet the summer trails brought an adventure crucified to a verge of eventual twists pasted inside pain as never before upon the thrones of the sacrifice at the cross of want that never returns where veins are palpitated and bled and the volcano boils without a limit at the heart of where a stormy story formed by the alleyway where lavenders diffused and the bees fed from pollen to pollen upon the mouth of the energy giving nectar where the summer fruits craved for that ray of light
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Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
An Eventful Twist
* I wrote so many poems And LOVE quotes Thinking of YOU on a Virtual paper of laptop What should have happened was I should be writing The same poems and quotes On your bare skin Behind your shoulder In those cold nights And under the candle light I never wanted anyone To read my poems except YOU I do not want to store them Anywhere, except In between your chest and shoulder Within the inner layers of Your gentle heart - forever! Instead what happened That nor my fingers reached Your skin of your back Nor I touched your breast Your heart palpitated inside Waiting for my touch And I kept on writing Poems on the virtual Paper of the laptop *
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
Virtual Paper Of Laptop
Sudden was the descent of poetry on me I tottered under its weight My body heated up like the sun A frying egg yolk on the pan My blood started burning…. burning A strange madness crept across my senses Intoxicated as by an excess dose of ale Or drunk with the vintage wine Or by some mystical disengagement I started levitating Wings sprouted up suddenly on my sides I reeled round and round Flew up and up Meteors flashed past Stars blinked Larger celestial bodies stood still Strange sounds fleeted past my ears My heart palpitated, Like the rumblings of thunder My eyes glowed like fire ***** A shout I heard afar Over the heavens’ mysterious rim Muffled though, I could decipher it; “Welcome to the clan of poets”! Around me, I saw multitudes of poets Young and old, their faces blazing Like a thousand lanterns lit In that blinding brilliance My filmy wings burnt outright! Like Icarus, from the heights I flopped down to the chasm below In the scattered heap of flesh and bones A faint stir ….. ………………….. The feeble flutter of a poetic heart Before it was finally stilled!!
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
When Poetry Haunted Me
couple hours sitting, self-inclusive psych time. when we came to we grab'd some beer and went down to the dam'd creek - namesake of our campsite. water a constant sixty-degrees even in triple-digit Oklahoma summers. immersed myself to avoid fear of the cold, and heart palpitated as i sat down with water up to chest. began pounding rocks together. under the water. like a silent neanderthal shaping the first tools. you sank the beers and we linger'd a bit. children splash'd in deeper water, she made comments of their endurance. final thought before head'd home, no children died on the Titanic.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
memories. end
Moonlight drapes my room tonight like the ancient dust found in every old and abandoned house you enter, filling every crack, every crevice with gloom. I try and drift, for just a second but my heart drops and I'm sadly awakened again by my own delusions and perils of the night. For when I close my eyes, I see a manner of things that frighten me and my fleeting hopes of sleep are diminished. Thus the forlorn story of my insomnia repeats itself yet another night. Amidst the eerie stillness of the evening, something mysterious jolted violently against my wall splitting the silence in two. It appeared with a thunderous thud at the end of the room that rattled my bones to the marrow. Startled, I awakened with a single heartbeat and gasping for air. In horror I perceived a lone and tall figure convulsing wildly in a strip of pale moonlight that carpeted the floor. A solitary shape of no defined earthly nature stood twitching at the very end of my bed, watching me as I stared back. Quaking, I contemplated my fate as it whispered indecipherably, putting its arm out as if to reach me. So many nights I had heard its ramblings of insanity, so many times I had wished for death to greet me in its wake and once again, there it stood; a shadowy devil from the depths of hades staring down into my worthless soul. “Who’s there!?” I uttered, as my heart palpitated rapidly only to be replied by the silence of the night, “Hear me foul creature of the night, be gone or thou shall feel God’s wrath! Be gone dreaded beast back to the depths of hell with you!” As I spoke, it hovered nearer and nearer, its fiery glare pierced my soul as it tilted its gaze. The daemon stopped abruptly as I whispered “Amen.” An immense howl escaped the creature as it dissipated into a black cloud of evil laughter that echoed in the deepest chasms of my consciousness. In a mixed sense of relief and revulsion I staggered out of the warm protection of my covers and beheld the mirror across my chamber. Just to check if I was still whole and among the living. I was whole and so was my executioner.
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Cursed
Moonlight drapes my room tonight like the ancient dust found in every old and abandoned house you enter, filling every crack, every crevice with gloom. I try and drift, for just a second but my heart drops and I'm sadly awakened again by my own delusions and perils of the night. For when I close my eyes, I see a manner of things that frighten me and my fleeting hopes of sleep are diminished. Thus the forlorn story of my insomnia repeats itself yet another night. Amidst the eerie stillness of the evening, something mysterious jolted violently against my wall splitting the silence in two. It appeared with a thunderous thud at the end of the room that rattled my bones to the marrow. Startled, I awakened with a single heartbeat and gasping for air. In horror I perceived a lone and tall figure convulsing wildly in a strip of pale moonlight that carpeted the floor. A solitary shape of no defined earthly nature stood twitching at the very end of my bed, watching me as I stared back. Quaking, I contemplated my fate as it whispered indecipherably, putting its arm out as if to reach me. So many nights I had heard its ramblings of insanity, so many times I had wished for death to greet me in its wake and once again, there it stood; a shadowy devil from the depths of hades staring down into my worthless soul. “Who’s there!?” I uttered, as my heart palpitated rapidly only to be replied by the silence of the night, “Hear me foul creature of the night, be gone or thou shall feel God’s wrath! Be gone dreaded beast back to the depths of hell with you!” As I spoke, it hovered nearer and nearer, its fiery glare pierced my soul as it tilted its gaze. The daemon stopped abruptly as I whispered “Amen.” An immense howl escaped the creature as it dissipated into a black cloud of evil laughter that echoed in the deepest chasms of my consciousness. In a mixed sense of relief and revulsion I staggered out of the warm protection of my covers and beheld the mirror across my chamber. Just to check if I was still whole and among the living. I was whole and so was my executioner.
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I didn't know what to think, Pinned down I was in a single blink. Tackled down viciously, and no restraint My body ached, lungs incapacitated and body weight faint Light it was, but enough to bruise my chest Dexterous hands she boasted, but she didn't rest I struggled under her dominance Such powerful grip she had in instant I bucked with each movement she made The soft round firm muscles of her *** perfectly shaped Each moment she came down on my crotch A searing fervor of heat with no stop The wetness of her lower walls embracing My own growing arousal without any patience "What now Big Boy?" "I'm not your **** toy." She huskily grew closer to my ears All the while her juices dripping clear I could tell by strength and knowledge alone That my hip flexor muscle was now torn Definite eroticism in such a goddess But actions alone proved her not modest My heart throbbed and rapidly palpitated The eagerness in her position accelerated "Ugh...stop it what I do this time?" "Nothing. Its what you didn't do tonight." She continued to gyrate and elevate I felt the indefinite bruising in my wrist dictate The growing heat and pleasure she was feeling Not something that I wanted, but wasn't disagreeing I wanted to slow her down and pick up with reason She slammed her lips with mine as if it was treason The blood on my mouth and her own scent Just raised the growing ****** tensions present She moved and moved and it grew into a frenzy Clothes discarded, shoes unwanted, undoubted human chemistry Face to face, eye to eye, power on her cause I was denied Any action to pleasure in form, but it was no truth I was lied "Keep going Big Boy." "I'm not your **** toy." Placing hands on my chest, feet to my face Beautiful dominance, in every possible way Denial isn't easy, but it sure is powerful *** she was going to get, but at her own disposal Eli Junior(c)
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
...Dominated
I didn't know what to think, Pinned down I was in a single blink. Tackled down viciously, and no restraint My body ached, lungs incapacitated and body weight faint Light it was, but enough to bruise my chest Dexterous hands she boasted, but she didn't rest I struggled under her dominance Such powerful grip she had in instant I bucked with each movement she made The soft round firm muscles of her *** perfectly shaped Each moment she came down on my crotch A searing fervor of heat with no stop The wetness of her lower walls embracing My own growing arousal without any patience "What now Big Boy?" "I'm not your **** toy." She huskily grew closer to my ears All the while her juices dripping clear I could tell by strength and knowledge alone That my hip flexor muscle was now torn Definite eroticism in such a goddess But actions alone proved her not modest My heart throbbed and rapidly palpitated The eagerness in her position accelerated "Ugh...stop it what I do this time?" "Nothing. Its what you didn't do tonight." She continued to gyrate and elevate I felt the indefinite bruising in my wrist dictate The growing heat and pleasure she was feeling Not something that I wanted, but wasn't disagreeing I wanted to slow her down and pick up with reason She slammed her lips with mine as if it was treason The blood on my mouth and her own scent Just raised the growing ****** tensions present She moved and moved and it grew into a frenzy Clothes discarded, shoes unwanted, undoubted human chemistry Face to face, eye to eye, power on her cause I was denied Any action to pleasure in form, but it was no truth I was lied "Keep going Big Boy." "I'm not your **** toy." Placing hands on my chest, feet to my face Beautiful dominance, in every possible way Denial isn't easy, but it sure is powerful *** she was going to get, but at her own disposal Eli Junior(c)
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Left for Goa with some trepidation, Consoled Wifi and Boss that, will resume service with renewed vigour after 17. On to the Re-Union. It's been some time since have met those guys, and there are few girls too.. Some of them I knew Some were acquaintances.. On to the Re-Union. Did not know what we would do, just a few rounds of drinks, and old memories rekindled , was all I expected. Yeah... On to the Re-Union. Arrived a day late and on to the contrary, the excitement palpitated through my rather smart phone of the party already, started. Instant messages throwing images of bonhomie and ribaldry.. Ahaa its the Re-Union. On seeing me the gang was excited as I was tha long lost shipmate, arriving from the dead.. The look of them, older and curvier, with edges given way to gentle roundels. Ample greys and ample tummies. Eyes crinkled with Laughing lines, foreheads furrowed with long worries.. Tis what happens at a Re-Union. Love just overflowed, as did the beeya, we danced away like tiny teens, each hug an acknowledgement from another battered old soul, of recognition, that I am you and you are me, not different from each otha. That I have survived and will thrive, and will not let go now...... that I have found you...
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
The Re-Union Song
Across the thin line twixt denial and panic Stepped a young man whose Depression was manic. His heart palpitated, threatening to burst Right there in line, in which he was first. ‘Sir, can I help you,’ had uttered the girl, ‘Are you one of the specters?’ He’d begun to unfurl. Awoke he bed-bound in some wretched infirmary, For minutes he struggled to escape this man-burglary Which would surely result in a suit from his lawyers, Upon the nurse’s return he declared he’d destroy her, At which point he made a regrettable choice, He hawked and he spat, and even rejoiced After she’d reeled and dropped his impossibly thick file- Unbeknownst to him, he’d been there quite a while.
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
Mania
I've done everything in my power and here, I put my hands up high surrendering to to you all that I can offer for my head can't be held up tight Your love for him, I cannot bother for this is what you want My words, my actions cannot reach you and blood, tears and sweat seem not enough Here I confess that my lungs have been damaged my heart has palpitated all that it could Just so that I could put a smile on your face and not bother you as I should I've done everything in my power and yet.. I cannot be "The One" I ask, do you see nothing in me? do you see a tombstone for me? I have been there in the times that you have suffered that you wept and grieved in lost love in the times that you lost hope I have been there in the times that you have smiled that you smirked and laughed in gained memory in the times that you gained hope Here, I realize that.. I will never be enough my words, my actions, my soul they will never reach you they will never meet you Here I am once again looking at love with my bare eyes Here I am once again for all that is left of me A piece of my mind, my heart my love and broken soul whatever was left that you haven't taken from me and what I have not given you I put up my hands up high knees on the floor eyes drenched with tears and I tell all the stars my wish for you --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- I wish you sunshine after the rain All the rest after the pain I wish you a comfy bed and tea that tastes beyond your wildest dreams I wish you health and strength a good morning and beautiful sunrise a safe journey home and warm cloudy skies that makes funny shapes as the light enters your eyes I wish you all the happiness that the world could offer or at least, a wonderful taste of the happiness you have given me because I wasn't enough to make you feel that Haha, my wish for you All I wish for you is love
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
My wish for you
I've done everything in my power and here, I put my hands up high surrendering to to you all that I can offer for my head can't be held up tight Your love for him, I cannot bother for this is what you want My words, my actions cannot reach you and blood, tears and sweat seem not enough Here I confess that my lungs have been damaged my heart has palpitated all that it could Just so that I could put a smile on your face and not bother you as I should I've done everything in my power and yet.. I cannot be "The One" I ask, do you see nothing in me? do you see a tombstone for me? I have been there in the times that you have suffered that you wept and grieved in lost love in the times that you lost hope I have been there in the times that you have smiled that you smirked and laughed in gained memory in the times that you gained hope Here, I realize that.. I will never be enough my words, my actions, my soul they will never reach you they will never meet you Here I am once again looking at love with my bare eyes Here I am once again for all that is left of me A piece of my mind, my heart my love and broken soul whatever was left that you haven't taken from me and what I have not given you I put up my hands up high knees on the floor eyes drenched with tears and I tell all the stars my wish for you --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- I wish you sunshine after the rain All the rest after the pain I wish you a comfy bed and tea that tastes beyond your wildest dreams I wish you health and strength a good morning and beautiful sunrise a safe journey home and warm cloudy skies that makes funny shapes as the light enters your eyes I wish you all the happiness that the world could offer or at least, a wonderful taste of the happiness you have given me because I wasn't enough to make you feel that Haha, my wish for you All I wish for you is love
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Can a heart really shatter? Can you physically drop it and watch it break into a million pieces? We use hearts as metaphors We unite the words "heart and soul" When ancient Egyptians believed any "feeling" belonged to the liver Because the liver is closer to the hormones Can a heart really shatter? Is it that fragile that we have to put a sign spelled out in our eyes that says "handle with care" A heart is a metaphor for all the years my heart has palpitated All the times my heart just drops in exhaustion I can't tell you if a heart really shatters. But I know what it feels like when it beats so hard and it hurts It aches It throbs It breaks
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
Shattered Hearts
'SO....THE DAYS HAVE WORN AWAY...HAVE THEY?" Mrs. Havisham ran from her dream and into the arms of her husband. She was trembling like a dying bird held in the hand tears falling on it. "Dearest...dearest!" Mr. Havisham tried to cajoled her back to some kind of reality. "Oh, Mr. Havisham sir..!" she palpitated "I drempt I was on fire and my world was all cobwebs and dust cobwebs and dust!" "And, that...I was never married and that I was but a character in a book by that Mr. Dickens!" "Shhhhh...shhhhhh!" her husband shushed her and she slept in his embrace as real as real. A ray of sunshine entered their room bowing before them announcing in a loud morning voice "Your world.... ....awaits you!"
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Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
'SO....THE DAYS HAVE WORN AWAY...HAVE THEY?"
SO....THE DAYS HAVE WORN AWAY...HAVE THEY?" Mrs. Havisham ran from her dream and into the arms of her husband. She was trembling like a dying bird held in the hand tears falling on it. "Dearest...dearest!" Mr. Havisham tried to cajoled her back to some kind of reality. "Oh, Mr. Havisham sir..!" she palpitated "I drempt I was on fire and my world was all cobwebs and dust cobwebs and dust!" "And, that...I was never married and that I was but a character in a book by that Mr. Dickens!" "Shhhhh...shhhhhh!" her husband shushed her and she slept in his embrace as real as real. A ray of sunshine entered their room bowing before them announcing in a loud morning voice "Your world.... ....awaits you!"
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Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC
SO....THE DAYS HAVE WORN AWAY...HAVE THEY?"
'SO....THE DAYS HAVE WORN AWAY...HAVE THEY?" Mrs. Havisham ran from her dream and into the arms of her husband. She was trembling like a dying bird held in the hand tears falling on it. "Dearest...dearest!" Mr. Havisham tried to cajoled her back to some kind of reality. "Oh, Mr. Havisham sir..!" she palpitated "I drempt I was on fire and my world was all cobwebs and dust cobwebs and dust!" "And, that...I was never married and that I was but a character in a book by that Mr. Dickens!" "Shhhhh...shhhhhh!" her husband shushed her and she slept in his embrace as real as real. A ray of sunshine entered their room bowing before them announcing in a loud morning voice "Your world.... ....awaits you!"
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
'SO....THE DAYS HAVE WORN AWAY...HAVE THEY?"
Captain Jack and Lillian It was a mid-day in May When red sunlight lazily lay Peering through cloudless skies, Casting down on ocean's brilliant dyes That Captain Jack and his crew of three sailed for the magic solitude of the boundless sea. Lillian stood on the surf-tormented shore, Her eyes' scintillating soul the pain she bore. Jack consumed her heart, in all and in whole, And with it he took his truant soul. The day had grown to twilight dim As Night birds sang a solemn hymn That echoed across the night-tide's rush riding waves' glow with reddish blush. There appeared a bright cold moon As if a talisman, not a warning too soon For the once calm waters began to swell from the chilling winds upon them fell. The tossing tempests had grown and grown as mountainous waves appeared as death's throne. In solemn silence, Captain Jack and the three became slumbering souls beneath the tumultuous sea. The lurid sea, the lurid sea in all the pageantry of her beauty. Moon tints of purple and pearl evolved into brilliant liquescence when Lillian appeared as crystalline light, the poetry of her presence. Her face shone sorrow and her soul she borrowed as she pleaded to the stars above, wishing the return of Captain Jack, her one and only love. Out of the sea's immensity, into a labyrinth of pearly light, Captain Jack stood a proud tower holding his stone flowers toward Lillian , he held them out right. Her heart palpitated at the welcome sight, her eyes beamed with glee One step then two then vanishing into the cold embrace of the sea.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
Captain Jack and Lillian
Captain Jack and Lillian It was a mid-day in May When red sunlight lazily lay Peering through cloudless skies, Casting down on ocean's brilliant dyes That Captain Jack and his crew of three sailed for the magic solitude of the boundless sea. Lillian stood on the surf-tormented shore, Her eyes' scintillating soul the pain she bore. Jack consumed her heart, in all and in whole, And with it he took his truant soul. The day had grown to twilight dim As Night birds sang a solemn hymn That echoed across the night-tide's rush riding waves' glow with reddish blush. There appeared a bright cold moon As if a talisman, not a warning too soon For the once calm waters began to swell from the chilling winds upon them fell. The tossing tempests had grown and grown as mountainous waves appeared as death's throne. In solemn silence, Captain Jack and the three became slumbering souls beneath the tumultuous sea. The lurid sea, the lurid sea in all the pageantry of her beauty. Moon tints of purple and pearl evolved into brilliant liquescence when Lillian appeared as crystalline light, the poetry of her presence. Her face shone sorrow and her soul she borrowed as she pleaded to the stars above, wishing the return of Captain Jack, her one and only love. Out of the sea's immensity, into a labyrinth of pearly light, Captain Jack stood a proud tower holding his stone flowers toward Lillian , he held them out right. Her heart palpitated at the welcome sight, her eyes beamed with glee One step then two then vanishing into the cold embrace of the sea.
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