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Brady Apr 2014
Life is
About getting buckets.
How would Kobe live if he couldn't?
That's a mystery mankind will never truly comprehend.
A bucketless Kobe is a fake Kobe.
The sound of that string music is unmatchable.

The Kareem sky hook.
The Curry j.
The Kobe fadeaway.
The PG windmill.
These are all different forms,
They all get buckets.

Cherish these buckets like no other.
One day you will be old and grey.
Like bill Russell.
You won't be able to get buckets anymore except for in your dreams.
When your career is over. You will miss it.
You can't get buckets forever.
Madisen Kuhn Jun 2013
1.  don’t be afraid of getting hurt
because in life there are times
when we need to be vulnerable
an unmatchable brilliance is radiated
when you bare your soul to another
and are privileged enough to be shown
the deepest parts of their spirit in return

2.  write often
no one has to see it, you can scribble
on napkins and throw them away
but please, allow yourself to know
the freedom of letting words seep
from your heart and relieving
the heavy strain of carrying
so many smothering thoughts

3.   never promise forever
because not once have i met
a person whose forever lasted
and i can’t say
i remember a time
when my forever has lasted, either
When the incendiaries lit the sky
A face smiled its divine calligraphy:
It was Helen crowned with Troy's debris.

Her unmatchable mouth in the roof
Of blood moved in speech like the home of love,
Hanging its moon of reproof:

'My kiss blots history out.
My landslide legend has forgotten
A thousand thousand bones rotting;

'Under the guilty sea
The ships lie; but accuracy
Has been seduced by me.'

Her smile sailed indiscriminately
Among the squadrons of death majestically
And was reflected on the sea.

'The armless Venus carried Pompei's tears
Better than the raided years
Or the cold dances of chameleon stars.'

Then faded. But the rain
Like lovers' seeds that fall in vain,
Warned me of my sin.
Laura the Leprechaun lived in a forest,
Of all the Leprechauns she was the smallest.
But she didn’t care, as she was just happy,
Because she was loved very much by her Pappy.

Laura sat at meals with sages,
She unearthed truths hidden for ages.
Her unmatchable strength is her courage,
She is a budding plant of greatness.

Laura had a friend called Jane,
Together they played hide and seek in the hay.
At dawn, they roam the street with glee,
They fight at dinner over bread, butter, and tea.

Laura happily played around in the woods,
Picking the fresh nuts and fruits.
The leaves breathe freshness into her bones,
The pure air from the woods nourishes her soul.

Laura’s beauty was peer-less,
With a tender skin that was spotless.
She cheered the world with her lovely smiles,
And her happiness went on for miles and miles!
haven Mar 2013
This may be bit too early  to call
but I'll say this in verse one.
that I think you're the girl I want to marry
I've decided long gone.

That you're the first thing I think of
when my senses start to wake up,
That you make me feel blessed by your love
from dusk until fingers of dawn claps.

That you came and burst in
without any loud alarms nor obvious notice;
I knew you've captured my heart completely,
all of my actions, my inner prefix.

You've sink your unmatchable caress
deep through my shivered spine and veins,
just when everything is tangled up
without any clear sightings bared.

You gave me all of you
as I gave all of me. Unaware;
we both fill in each others space and holes
with our own taste of shares.

And Alas! The last verse came
and I'm still stunned by your aura and beauty;
My future bride, this I surrender
My last name, I want you to carry.
Sean C Johnson Feb 2013
There must be a scapegoat, a faceless soul we can blame
when events unfolding never crease the right way
there needs to someone to take the fall
for our shortcomings, failures, mistakes and flaws
let's name it timing
the outlandish ideal with a sort of silver lining
benefiting our dreams or disappointing based on your outlook at the second
placing our losses on timing's plate, so to us it remains indebted
the divine invention we haphazardly sink our faith towards
faulting opportunity for not opening closed doors
falsely accusing an innocent occurrence with words of curse in nature
we'll just chalk it up to poor timing, and bury it for later
the concept of allowing an unmovable force dictate our actions
selfishly choosing when the timing suits our satisfaction
poor timing, missing the chance of a unmatchable proportions
minimal effort to a particular cause turned twisted words contortions
to cleverly claim the culprit, when your very actions displayed a lack of determination
it's not the moment's patience
that forces your will to put the act in motion
yet we chalk it up to timing, a peculiar notion
a cloak of deceit and disbelief we wrap ourselves in, blaming an unworthy malefactor innocent as the sun is bright
so let's just call it poor timing, leaving our passion-less actions out of sight...
Djs Jun 2013
There's only one of you
Irreplaceable,
Unmatchable.
There's only of you
That appreciates the good
That I'm proud of, too.
One who knows
When I need mint chocolates,
Or eye droplets.
There's only one
That makes me mixtapes and playlists,
Constantly checking my wrists.
There's only you
Who befriends the demons that I fight,
To ease them, give me a peaceful night.
Only one of you
One who knows I hate emotions,
For their power ends in destruction.
There's you and only you
Finishing my sentences,
Fixing my mess.
One of you
Who saves me from all my pain,
And knows how much I love the rain.
There's only you
Who comfortably rubs my belly,
And kisses my shoulders gently.
There's only one of you
Who can send me straight to heaven,
Dragging me out of hell.
There's only one of you
And I can't stand losing that too.

*-djs
cleo Aug 2020
i am not a woman. but
my time in the shadows
has taught me
how best to love them.

yes, i have loved others
but my capacity
for loving women
is unmatchable.

years of denial,
turns to regret-
fueled yearning for
a love ‘unattainable’

until now.

what a gift it is
to love and be loved by
a woman.
part 3/3
MdAsadullah Nov 2014
Peacock's legs you must hide.
Show only Its wings and tail.
Hide slums behind high-rises.
Spray perfume on things stale.

Years ago a hero was born.
New hero has taken birth again.
Paint his ***** hands with white.
Show choice of society sane.

For God' sake hang someone.
Land's prestige is at stake.
If culprits cannot be hanged.
Size of my neck you can take.

Display your esthetic creativity.
Utilize your unmatchable art.
And let's show the shiny part.
And let's show the shiny part.
Utsav Shah Sep 2013
Inspired by Shelley's quote IF WINTER IS AT HAND CAN SPRING BE FAR BEHIND? I ended the poem on a positive note....

Always complaining of life...
I did not have the zeal to strife...
Lies,betrayal and heart breaks killed me from inside...
But still I had put up a smile on the outside..
Tired I was facing the world's mockery...
All I had witnessed was only treachery...

Life was a game which I couldn't play well...
And from the mountains of ecstasy to paroxysm of sobs I fell...
There were umpteen questions in my mind...
The answers to which i never could find...

WHY did every happiness come drenched with sorrow??
When we never had another heart to borrow..
Many times I wished to die...
When the heart inside did cry..

WHY did relationships end....??
And everytime to the FATE we had to surrend.
Shattered were those sweet dreams..
And all I could hear were screams..

The sweet memories of childhood I missed...
When mother's kiss was a moment of bliss...
With the advent of time, things changed...
And everything around seemed to be more strange..

The excruciating pain I just couldn't bear
And always thought that life wasn't fair.
Why did people break the trust?
When the heart of theirs was itself but a carnival of rust..

There is no point in being sad..
When we know that sometimes life can prove to be bad...
The relentless march of Time is inevitable..
And there comes a day when happiness is totally unmatchable...

The stories of the past are inexplicable..
And there are very few who are dependable..
There are very few whom we treasure..
Just because their mere presence brings pleasure..
Aiden Hence May 2016
A sweet scent of pine needles
In the Adirondack air,
Animals moving
With complete freedom
And choice,
A view of the lake
And the sun with beauty
Unmatchable,
A whole different
World not too loud
And not too quiet,
Muted from electronics
And social media,

Because memories aren’t made playing video games
With curious feet the night enters with beauty
in her eager eyes.
Love speaks to the ocean of hearts, she has touched
as the moon glides by quietly
before the eyes of men.
I can see your face held by the fingers
Of my hope, once again

In the eyes of peaceful angels with shining hair
of molten gold
I see those shores of all great happiness and joy
Held by a loyal hand,
proclaiming there is love
such a sweet delight rains down
To my heart, from above

I stand here within the comfort
of my silken thoughts of you,
while unmatchable tenderness appears in place
Speaks to me of memories
I can always find.
While breathing in night's sheer beauty
with my own heart in kind

I see your face, if only for a moment,
as the other half of me
As I lay here watching night enter
with curious feet.
Love sweetly touches my heart in a rush
tells me to close my tired eyes
"Sleep, dear one, shush"
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Changefulstorm Poetry - http://www.changefulstormpoetry.blogspot.com
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Michael Havlin Jun 2010
Journey.

When the force of wickedness came upon him,
A force against,
He became overwhelmed,
With a suffocating feeling that all the evils of the world
Were attacking him,
Worry, panic, coldness,
Willed by a nameless engine of the non sensual world.
The beast begins to breath, taking in fuel,
The energy being from his own panic and worry.

A feeling of deathliness takes him over,
He sees a force of death on him,
The trap has begun, the feeling of dieing with no way out
Worry of death marching with a speed unmatchable by an encompassing brightness.

Light, a thread, he pulls
He tries to grasp it with the might of a soul.
It eludes, he asks for the light
The light fills the known universe, erodes the black, breaks the black, banishment.
Cautious joy,
Cautious freedom.
A light of a helper eludes you to your relinquishing task.  
Non sensually.
By michael Havlin
Bobbie McCord Dec 2013
The love we have collected in this time
Is like the flowers we see in the spring.
As refreshing as the smell of a lime
Do these memories most happily bring,
Some are as unique as a rare black rose.
Others like the everyday sky we see.
Yet, our love is special; everyone knows
That together we will forever be.
I sit with you in the calming breeze,
stuck in my endless fantasies, feeling
relaxed, quiet, yet completely at ease.
And I kiss your cheek, firmly believing
the love we have is one only we share,
unmatchable by any other pair.
Another piece written for my English class my Freshman year. We had to write sonnets.
Mitchell Nov 2011
Through the ins and outs of yesterdays
Where rain fell and one couldn't get to say
How they knew where they should be
If they walked and in the end couldn't see

No land is not for the given man
And plan is ever set in the sand
I've been alone to many times this year
And the fear is here most times too clear

Each hour she wakes she works for crooks
Who take her money her soul and her worth
And I watch with eye as I cry and pry
For a reason for teasin' this promise we tied

Now alone I sit with bits of pearl
Telling myself its the theft of the world
And I see her as she sees me
Every night in dark I write the next cree

So, so long to thought and promise and sons
Were all soft dough and soon to be buns
The belt is brown with holes engraved
Were taught to live as well as behave

Each voice I knew embodied its own rhythm
Lived on this earth as if it were the cataclycsm
Fought for their voice by horse not a choice
Streets filled with bills of unmatchable skill

So sleep she does in harmonies eye
Our voices reach a pitch every time we fight
Light hits the post as she boasts her work
My dinner is cold as rust builds on the fork

Now in these hours that wake with the dawn
She careens and cries just like a new born fawn
I wake and rise for the tide of the snake
Each quake she speaks steps me back as she takes

Under this sky my lie is shown bright
Caught in the sight like the sky with its kite
Pebbles do whisper with the cold of the season
Night meetings alone loves gluttonous feasting

As the fast wave breaks in foam on the roam
My pack is empty as my feet peddle the stone
Her eyes here inside me tear me limb to limb
Shaken and started each hour begins again

She tells be of the bell as I purr feeling felt
Every time in the dime she peddles as she knelt
Oh, babe my eyes are weary as my soul is too
What are we babe when love ends, what are we to do?

I have no answer hear but queer is my steer
Direction has no name only temporary revere
Where names are the same and time is not involved
Licking the lips of a life never resolved

So put off from the start of the way it always was
Whispering to a wall that crawls with a pause
Hills wave with the tide as my eyes push away
I wish that I could see her but me, no, I can't stay

Nor my mind is either broken or the body is gone too
Each hour that ticks away is a time I think of you
Houses blink on and off with their lights as if to say
Go back to her, its alright, trust that its all ok

The laborers breath with the soot and their sighs
As the bank tellers weep looking for a ride
Night falls on the eyes of the villagers
The moon cries out, "I'm bound to get sillier!"

And through the open fields laced in brown and gold
Little children run not doing what they are told
Defiance in reliance for the good of the way
There is no toll here, there is no reason to pay

Now as the sun starts to rise with shallow pride
I take my rucksack to the door book on the side
Little laughs of paths make way for new direction
I watch the TV with the same news, dual for election

And were all lost in the life of circus mirrors
Reflecting the new trying to make us believers
With the mist that carries through the open range
And the fact in the matter then few ever change
Travis Green Jun 2022
Your bright, striking delightfulness
Mesmerizes my homosexualness
Makes me wanna have a hit
Of your thrilling lit ****
Sends me into a deep space
That stimulates and captivates my gayness
Standing all swagged out
Major greatastic mantasticness
With a saucy hot body
That enthralls my heart

You are the tantalizing tight
A diamond in the rough
Just enough hot stuff to love
To rub and hug, to hunger for
Like a mildly tranquilizing drug
So overpoweringly glorious
Notorious, pure sweetness
That heats my system
You give me a wild euphoric high

Your spectacular splashy style is so official
It’s irresistible, delectable, and relishable
Such iridescent treasured manfulness
Ardent star-studded thugness
Your lushness rushes through my structure
Your ****** stellar vessel arrests
And undresses my mindset

You are one hell of an unmatchable swaggerrific rareness
That’s always scintillating in my inner space
Your smoke makes me choke
Your cold cosmic globe got me drifting
Deeply into your fiery chamber
Abounding in blazing hot wonderment
Travis Green Aug 2021
I discovered
Unmatchable awareness
From the streaming
Tranquilizing seas
The high-spirited breeze
The sweetly perfumed flowers
All the venerable affection
Overspreading the delectable cityscape
Renae Jun 2022
It's not hard to see
once you stop staring
Noticing every flaw
Imperfect is easy

We lose hope
looking at eachother
don't even wonder
about his brilliance anymore
but it's there anyway
just waiting to be discovered

Nobody compares
nothing is as amazing
No stars shine brighter
because his love is healing


Untouched
Untouchable
Brilliance
Unmatched
Unmatchable resilience
His patience is incredible
And there's nothing
Like his forgiveness
Unmatched
Untouchable brilliance

All we can do is imitate
We aren't even carbon copies
We fail and fail again
He snaps his fingers and bam!
His decisions stand
without failing


Look at gravity
Look at the impossibility
Incomprehensible designs
Perfect in everyway
We try but we can't compete

Untouched
Untouchable
Brilliance
Unmatched
Unmatchable resilience
His patience is incredible
And there's nothing
Like his forgiveness
Unmatched
Untouchable brilliance
Aiden Williams Sep 2013
How do you make love?
It cannot be fabricated,
Desecrated
or violated,
But is to be vindicated.
Maybe perhaps,
We should have waited.

So how do you make love --
From the back
a view of what is now behind you,
Love made,
But with cheap materials
Nothing that can last,
Regret from the past.

--
On the top of what seems to be
A sweet serenade
On a Greek palisade,
The sunlight feeding the love you had made,
To only be shrouded by the moons grey shade.

Making love,
An experience
To be experienced
Through the love of another.
To create the blessing of physical love,
Found new in the rhythms created by the beat of baby,
Unmatchable love made by unconditional lovers.
Aiden Williams Feb 2013
An unlikely pair
of equal beauty.
Art of two forms,
rarely seen together.
Visio-Audio,
Stimulation,
Communication,
Synesthetic fusion,
Joy amongst confusion.

Every word,
Brings forth a stroke of imagination,
every beat,
an unmatchable sensation.

Hues of music,
a trance in your mind.
An eclectic sound painting,
A dance of grandeur.
Janay Dec 2019
I believe in love,
Because
You delivered me and fed me.
I believe in trust,
cause when others gave me poison, you
reminded me to fall to my knees and ask god for mercy and grace
I believe in peace,
cause like water;
You soothe me.
I believe in loyalty,
because it’s a law in our code.
I believe in family,
Because of your love, honesty, and loyalty is
Unmatchable and unquestionable.
Derek Pascarella Apr 2014
The beauty unmatchable,
An every changing allure.
Every moment unique.
Every moment a gift.
A place of wonderment.

Different paths,
Taking you further.
Bringing you closer to its blue companion,
Passing friendly giants breathing life,
And listening to the creatures that inhabit.

Each step unfolding a mystery,
Opening itself to you,
Allowing you to see it secrets,
Allowing you to hear its fascination.
A place of astonishment.

With each season brings new adventure.
A spectacle of snow and ice.
A performance of budding life and growth.
An exhibition of heat and connection to its flowing sisters.
A phenomenon of color and crisp air.

A place of fate and expansion,
Of friendships and family.
A serenade of nature, a dance with elegance,
Where love flourished,
And a life began.
Cheyanne Mar 2014
You hold me against you as we laugh under the sheets. The radio blares softly through the bedroom spreading the sound of country music. My once shiny, and now dull red hair falls to the right as I climb on to you slowly. Your hair is dark against the white pillows and your eyes glow despite the lack of light. My eyes trace over the somewhat defined lines on your chest then back up and they meet your gaze. You tug lightly on my wrists, which until you moved them, rested on your chest. They now lay on either side of your upper shoulders as you reach up to kiss my lips that once held a bright red pigment but are now a dull shade of pink. During some point of this perfect chaos your hands found their way to my tank top and removed it's straps. You trail your unmatchable hot kisses down my neck and clavicle. You squeeze my hips knowing it'll make me jump and we laugh again after I do.  
In the early morning light the bite marks along my thighs and hips have slowly begun to fade as i turn on the shower. I can hear you cooking in the kitchen and I decide to surprise you, so I walk out in your t-shirt and my lace underwear and I wrap my arms around your waist. You smile, turn and meet my lips once again with your kisses sweeter than honey. I reach behind you and turn off the stove top before looking up at you and guiding you to the bathroom. As we step in under the water spraying from the showerhead, the only thing that I feel is the cold wall against my back, the light kisses of the water and the warm embrace that only you can give. The water accents the muscles on your chest as I trace my fingers down them. The kisses on my neck are soft and loving,  but the touch of your hand on my upper thigh is needy and lustful. I answer these touches with some of my own and I pull you closer and gently bite your neck. Just like a reflex your lips are on mine engaging in a passionate kiss. As your hand travels higher on my thigh I deepen the kiss and bite your lip before sliding my tongue across yours once again. As the water grows cold and we step onto the mat on the floor we exchange loving glances and continue on with our day remembering our night and the games we played
Dakota Schmidt May 2010
Taking in the peaceful
Enclosing darkness
Of midnight.
Forgetting the battles

I constantly fight.
gazing at the beautiful stars,
I look down to my ragged scars.
The markings on

My beautiful skin that will last forever,
How can I forgive
Myself for being so foolishly clever?
I don't know how I ever

Found this place, for
The true beauty is within the night's
Darkened embrace.
Comletely isolated from the chaos

Around me, this is where my
Soul can set free.
There is no sadness, anger, or pain
For I can free the emotions I always restrain.

There is no other unmatchable joy
Than being hidden from a
Hateful world that seeks
To destroy.

This is the only place I am ever at peace,
The only place my happiness
Can release.
I wrote this in my tech class, haha. I wanted to write about how darkness and the beauty of the stars always comforts me when I believe the world only wants to tare me down.
Travis Green Jun 2023
His incredible majestical handsomeness
Makes me wetter than wet
Sweat more than ever
Pull up on his crash-hot macho block
Engage in a captivating conversation

Listen to the way he talks
How he draws me in closer
To his mega dope magneticness
With his entrancing eyes
So irresistibly kissable
So feelable and lickable
So beardiful and immesurable

I love the way he exhilarates me
Gazes at me, makes me ache for thee
Mantasize about his enchantingly towering manliness
Tall, eccentric, and photogenic
I fall under the spell of his authentic, energetic arrestingness
Hunger for him to grab my ***** buns

Rub my lovely scrumptious jugs
Pull me close to him
Kiss me on my neck
Peck me on my **** lips
Whisper ***** words in my ear

Put my hands in his pants
To feel his monster magic meat
His large, juicy berries
Make me drool as he looks lasciviously at me
Make me perspire as I get high
On his top-flight inviting desirableness

So lost in his hella bomb sauce
Longing to be chained together
To love him forever
Fall into his super strongly sculpted arms
Feel his pumped-up sun-kissed muscles

His skillfully glistening hands all over me
Compose his dopest poetry in my heart and soul
Make me rock to his philosophy
Make me jam to his romantic anthem
Make me float while I behold his smoking hot showiness

Thinking about how I never want him to leave me
How I need him, to breathe him
Into the depths of my submerged mind
Immersed in his treasured superb world
Of unmatchable assertive verve
Travis Green Nov 2021
You are exceedingly enticing
You captivate me in the night
Where the moonlight's magic
Gives me monumental merriment
I dwell on your dreadhead magnificence
Your bright yellow enchantment
Thoughtful dark eyes I admire
An unmatchable man perfused with power

I wish for his mouth on mine
On my neck, on my *******, on my private treasure
Navigate my homeland, rub your flesh on mine
Revere my voluptuousness
The knowledge that I possess
Lay your hands on my shoulders
Warm me up with your incredible loving
Carry me into the submergence of your perfectness
Feeling as if I could dissolve in it all

I could feel the utter wonder of your world
Marvel at your earthly essence
Clasping hands, vast happiness and passion emerging
Infused with a craving to embrace
The solidness of your muscles
Undying bliss in this space that we share

Your existence is an explosion of splendor
Your energy is tremendously transcendent
You embroider my gorgeous quarters
With your radiant spark of charm
Delicately draft your stellar dreams
On my heart's surface
My effusive young lover
Make me your immensely
Invaluable and exalted art
KathleenAMaloney Aug 2016
BY Some Miracle
Of Fate, It Was Won
Never
About Peace
It Was Always About Space
A New Home
In ......
Safe From the Breeding

My Smile For Him
Pure Light Now
A Man Who  Lived
Infinity
More Than a God
He Was My God

His Name Came Made of Song
Desire His Gift
For A Woman
Wealth UnMatchable

He Won
Without Even Playing

Confidence' Laughing Delight
His Love Of Focused Desire
Freedom For All the Earth
So Great was The Dowry

She Was Happy
For His Joy Was Everything
His Smile
Was The Smile Of Her
Own Heart

Pure Light
Radiant Beauty In Her Splender
Finally Finding Her Way Home
To Be

No StarThis
Pure Light Rather
Goodness
Powers Kneeling Grace
And He Loved Her So
He Gave of His Own Life
Both Light and Dark Eternal
One Being Space
The Other Being Love


He Stood Above All the Others

He Was The One
Remember
Sanek May 2020
A glorious sight befell my eyes
A pristine untouched bearer of supplies
Made of wood, of steel, or anything buildable
The Table

Possessing an essence unlike anything else
Hearkening to an unalterable purpose and tableness
Providing unending sustenance on a platform that's stable
The Table

Though the lingering presence in this perceptual world is illusory
The unchanging, uncleft presence is perfection conceptually
Artisanal glyphs adorn its sides unmatchable
The Table

While strife and pandemonium reign in this material domain
There remains a bastion of stability man cannot attain
Indeed, this mystical countenance attains a fable
The Table

Weathered and wizened through inummerable epochs
Joyous outpourings bestow praise not enough
Remaining of unmatchable nature even with the made-in-China label
The Table
Tapan jena Aug 2017
Amid the darkness
In the midst of gloom and misery
She is contemplating life’s essence.

Between Light and dark,
Are any of them wholly good or bad?

There’s the darkness that frightens
There’s darkness that calms
It also quietens
All those fears of distress which we've

In those long nights of trepidation
By savoring our isolation
It exposes us to our own bygone reflection

likewise, light brings joy by illuminating the world
In the form of fire, extinguish everything as well
With an unmatchable wrath
It silences everything, shutting all of life in a split flash.

The world always stays in balance
Both light and dark coexist in congruence

It’s us who manipulate.
They become, what the bearers always wishes it to be

No one but night with tears on her face
Watches besides her
Witnessing a world filled with forever despair

Life burn, souls get humiliated on its funeral pyre
Ashes intensified the darkest desires
She immersed herself in fire to let the light grow
Fire doesn’t hurt her anymore
She is blessed.

Deep in the dark, the gleam would fight the endless night.
Udit Vashishth Apr 2018
Every day and every night,
The earth longs for the infinite.
Far away but within your sight,
they will meet with delight.
Witnessing all this, the sunlight.
Dawn and dusk are their highlight.

Love story that is unmatchable.
Connected without any cable.
Their relationship is far more stable.
Just pure love without any label.
That thin skyline is the most affable.
It unites the two & makes them inseparable.

When earth would run dry,
And for water it would cry.
Her desire he won't deny.
In form of rain earth would meet sky.
Unconditional love that's what they imply.
Immortal & inspirational May this love never die.
You know if true love really exists then it should be like the relation between earth and sky. Unconditional love. They both meet at a place we call horizon. Even though their bonding is connected with that thin line still for years they've been together and will remain together for thousands of years more.
Travis Green Dec 2021
You will always be my man
You belong to me as I belong to you
We have a distinct connection
Our passion is unmatchable
We are a rare, caring pair
We speak a foreign language
That no one could ever decipher
You could never erase me out of your life
You could never replace me with a new ladylove
You are my man and unbounded inspiration
J Apr 2019
I forced myself to sit and write about you because it hadn’t hurt in so long, and though I know that I am healed, sometimes I get scared of forgetting the way you used to make me feel like I was flying when we both know I was drowning. I don’t need that anymore but that high is unmatchable and I miss seeing the entire universe inside one person. So I forced myself to sit and think about you. To remember you. To dig down deep, way past my anger and look to the place where I first planted you. I needed to feel something so I went to that place and it all came rushing back at once.








I am abundant in forgiveness. You never apologized but I accept it anyway. I saw everything in you. My highs, my highs, my highs. Oh they were so golden. My lows, you picked me up from them every single time. I used the hell out of you and you let me. I know you wanted to save me. I know you loved me. I know that for you, being in love meant working on another person. We met the day after I was ***** and I carry that guilt on me like an armor, I wonder how hard I would have loved you if I didn’t need it. I forced myself to sit and think about you because I am doing it again.







I’m falling in love with someone new and it scares me to think that I could get that blind again. I could get that hollow and desperate. That small. That shallow. I let you teach me what I already knew. I forced myself to sit and think of you and I sat quietly as the anger passed through and the only thoughts left were harrowing and sad and blue and soft. You and I were best friends and I haven’t mourned that part yet because I only mourned the loud *** we had in every room in every building we went in. I mourned the laughter we shared until 4 in the morning. I mourned the way you looked at me like I lit up the room when I was so visibly tired.












I mourned everything but our friendship because I didn’t think it would ever end and when it did I couldn’t process it. I couldn’t handle the guilt. I couldn’t handle the way you checked out after one mistake when I spent 8 months letting you lower me into the ground without ever raising my voice.










I mourned my soul.
I mourned my future. I mourned my past. But I never mourned us because we were supposed to last. And when we didn’t, I felt my entire soul collapse. And I’m doing it again.







And I just thought I’d sit down and write you this and wonder if you could let me know what I could have done differently back then, so this time around I don’t do it again? I forced myself to think of you one last time so when the time comes to love this new person, I do it right and I don’t have to do this again. I wanted to hurt because I needed to remember how good it felt and how hard it was to let you go. I did let you go, and I write this 7 months later, in the spring, watching the sunset, full of light and gratitude, a whole winter has passed. I write this now in hopes that this new spring lasts. Will you write me back?

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