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"unwavering" poems
i do not believe in god but i do believe in poetry and for me maybe poetry is prayer and the universe is an unwavering ear in the shape of a god
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
belief in poetry
Elated to see you aloft in the night sky To what do I owe this enchanted boon. In the merry company of winking stars, Enthralled by this sight as I admire my moon. Bathe me in your streaks of translucent silver. Accompany me through my sleepless nights. Watching over me with unwavering vigil. Swathe me in whispers of peaceful respite. Oh how you govern the raging tides of my soul. Rest your gaze as the waters break upon my shore... Erode and weaken the load strewn over my burning shoals, Sands drowned breathless but craving for more. Few nights now... Smitten as you coyly turn away. Thick strands of shadow clad hair in gentle cascades, Alluringly obscuring a slight fraction of your face. A tiny crescent blanketed away; into the blackness it fades. More nights pass... Now I see only a lesser moon Leaving me with only half; darkness so had claimed. Please make yourself last; you mustn't leave too soon, I'm not ready to be left crippled and maimed. I silently look up as more nights go by. I watched my lunar love dissolving into space. My heart too, torn away a morsel at a time... Finally she had gone; without a sliver or a trace. Every nightfall since is rife with emptiness and despair. I asked the stars if they could soothe my gaping void... But they'd only twinkle in indifference... Regardless of the pleas I've employed. Unsure of how many rises it has thus been. Nights only brought the onslaught of mocking stars above. Still I toy with the promises made overhead, For the awaited return of my crazed elusive love. I know it's frivolous to think I'm the only one... There are others who pine just as I do. But I yearn the most for your sought after attention, For our hearts have sung in every colour and every hue. Anxiety at peak, dismayed almost broken, Then I hear a sweet song sung; distant and far. A song that shared the words we once had spoken, Again enveloped in translucent silver, with relief I sighed...,                           "There you are..." .
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Moongazer
Elated to see you aloft in the night sky To what do I owe this enchanted boon. In the merry company of winking stars, Enthralled by this sight as I admire my moon. Bathe me in your streaks of translucent silver. Accompany me through my sleepless nights. Watching over me with unwavering vigil. Swathe me in whispers of peaceful respite. Oh how you govern the raging tides of my soul. Rest your gaze as the waters break upon my shore... Erode and weaken the load strewn over my burning shoals, Sands drowned breathless but craving for more. Few nights now... Smitten as you coyly turn away. Thick strands of shadow clad hair in gentle cascades, Alluringly obscuring a slight fraction of your face. A tiny crescent blanketed away; into the blackness it fades. More nights pass... Now I see only a lesser moon Leaving me with only half; darkness so had claimed. Please make yourself last; you mustn't leave too soon, I'm not ready to be left crippled and maimed. I silently look up as more nights go by. I watched my lunar love dissolving into space. My heart too, torn away a morsel at a time... Finally she had gone; without a sliver or a trace. Every nightfall since is rife with emptiness and despair. I asked the stars if they could soothe my gaping void... But they'd only twinkle in indifference... Regardless of the pleas I've employed. Unsure of how many rises it has thus been. Nights only brought the onslaught of mocking stars above. Still I toy with the promises made overhead, For the awaited return of my crazed elusive love. I know it's frivolous to think I'm the only one... There are others who pine just as I do. But I yearn the most for your sought after attention, For our hearts have sung in every colour and every hue. Anxiety at peak, dismayed almost broken, Then I hear a sweet song sung; distant and far. A song that shared the words we once had spoken, Again enveloped in translucent silver, with relief I sighed...,                           "There you are..." .
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*Intimate surprises spun from thin air. Precious metals forged to last an eternity. Unwavering. Uncompromising. Unapologetically bold. Unlike anything else. The incomparable thrill of one-of-a-kind.* / Alexandra Mor
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
'Intimate Surprises'
*Blue is the boulder overlooking the bay Loosely pocked by weather-worn stains Unwavering guardian of all that lay Enigmatic yet silently screaming its pains Blue is the reflection dancing playfully Laid generously by the twilight moon Upon the vast canvas of the darkened sea Elated ripples readily accepting such a boon Blue is the halo encircling the moon Lavish circlet gifted by the sun Unnoticed by eyes that slumbered too soon Evading the sands of time that run Blue is the silhouette of a lone sailboat Lurching and bobbing by will of the waves Unknowingly catching the zephyrs that float Eluding the fingers from watery graves Blue is the man; perched upon the boulder Lapping up the stars mirrored upon the sea Usurped heart of his had never sung drearier Ensnared by woeful wonderment...*                                            that man is me...
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Spectrum Blue
Deferred thought my mind speaks but unable to reach Since, lacking proper fuel words are no more than tools Idly on the shelf All alone by themselves Whether each has the skill Makes no difference still Needs a user to wield The brain must be unsealed Else it's nothing but noise And will only annoy To communicate one Has to pay attention And your message think through It is important to Listen right back Without barbs or attacks Open-mind speaking freely Add diplomacy Must employ use of tact Support statements with fact Do not rush; take your time Critical? Then be kind Not a must to agree Can't force someone to see Each of us has his thoughts Throughout life we are taught There are social patterns Easily to discern So, wherever you fall Do not build up a wall Keeping out you will win As you lock yourself in Rigid form without flex New ideas will perplex Ignorance and denial Grow into a pile On island alone Statue made of stone In your mind you’re entombed Happy life is now ruined Feeling always against With a paranoid sense A refusal to see An unwavering tree But a tree can still bow Give and take it will show Rigid thoughts become firm Close your mind; will not learn Placing all of the weight Just for you; here to take And must always support Forcibly will contort Having flex we adjust This in life is a must Something we can not do Like to uncook a stew Won't exist very long People just not that strong Or should they try to be A journey incomplete Happiness lies within On these words please don’t spin A sole island you're not Harmony should be sought Infinite universe You can’t always be first Finding balance in life Like to see without sight Each of us wants respect But to give is to get Listen up before talking Use foot and start walking Will find in due time Not to bother or mind People are free to think From each other we drink How we grow and evolve Complex problems we’ll solve Not a perfect system But we gather wisdom Always strive to improve It’s the best we can do To communicate we Open our minds to see And try to understand Flawed and kindred humans
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Flawed and Kindred Humans
Deferred thought my mind speaks but unable to reach Since, lacking proper fuel words are no more than tools Idly on the shelf All alone by themselves Whether each has the skill Makes no difference still Needs a user to wield The brain must be unsealed Else it's nothing but noise And will only annoy To communicate one Has to pay attention And your message think through It is important to Listen right back Without barbs or attacks Open-mind speaking freely Add diplomacy Must employ use of tact Support statements with fact Do not rush; take your time Critical? Then be kind Not a must to agree Can't force someone to see Each of us has his thoughts Throughout life we are taught There are social patterns Easily to discern So, wherever you fall Do not build up a wall Keeping out you will win As you lock yourself in Rigid form without flex New ideas will perplex Ignorance and denial Grow into a pile On island alone Statue made of stone In your mind you’re entombed Happy life is now ruined Feeling always against With a paranoid sense A refusal to see An unwavering tree But a tree can still bow Give and take it will show Rigid thoughts become firm Close your mind; will not learn Placing all of the weight Just for you; here to take And must always support Forcibly will contort Having flex we adjust This in life is a must Something we can not do Like to uncook a stew Won't exist very long People just not that strong Or should they try to be A journey incomplete Happiness lies within On these words please don’t spin A sole island you're not Harmony should be sought Infinite universe You can’t always be first Finding balance in life Like to see without sight Each of us wants respect But to give is to get Listen up before talking Use foot and start walking Will find in due time Not to bother or mind People are free to think From each other we drink How we grow and evolve Complex problems we’ll solve Not a perfect system But we gather wisdom Always strive to improve It’s the best we can do To communicate we Open our minds to see And try to understand Flawed and kindred humans
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Your Sultry Eyes speak of Impulsive thoughts. Combine together As one, our lust and love. I hear my name unspoken In your warm unwavering gaze. Pressing kisses taste of surging need; Awakening wild passion within me.
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Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
Awakening (etheree poem)
Her beauty doth arouse temptation So fiercely though I cannot imagine My struggle to resist laying upon my hand The fairest strands that sit a top her head. My hands tremble with delight I sit in the midst of the worlds greatest disaster. Yet I am reduced to the simplicities of batting my eyes For this woman hath stolen my sight Upon hers I am commanded to view. Tis simply a fate solely unwished upon by few. Her unwavering gaze cannot be replaced By even the finest rewards from the heavens themselves. The angels permit themselves to admire only afar. For if too closely they arrive t'would be a prison. The very same prison I hath myself locked within. The key resting below where the heart doth reside. To leave I wish not, For to remove my eyes requires strength unseen by man. I am a prisoner to my own Desire
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
Desire
A final inhalation, farewell to oxygen submitting to oblivion a conscious lack of everything. The very absence of air, sickening and desolate, destitute, despairing tearing at my aching lungs, my vacant mind. Call me a vagabond, a wanderer entrapped in the extrasensory. My breath escapes.  The empty core within myself rings in tune with the extant and extinct. Neck arching, mouth agape a single note transcends my lips of stone unadulterated, unwavering, a melodious sound  building and joining in harmony to create a symphony of life, of death, of everything we cannot comprehend.  Sonorous and assonant my soul cries out at ever-growing volumes. My eyes begin to flicker and fade away. God, can You hear my screams in space in this vacuum, void of sound?
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
An Astronaut Removing His Helmet
My sunflower he was. Strong like a stalk. Bright like the petals. Radiating the vibrant energy he always held. I would love to see you blossom just once more, but instead I sit wishing for you to walk through that door. I hate to see another year pass without you by my side, But I know you are with me- you are my guide. His sunflower I will be. My sweet brother, please hold me tight, and remind me I can get through today I will be strong & resilient because you wouldn’t accept it any other way. I will lead a bright future for you to be proud of, Because everything I resemble is your unwavering love. I will radiate your energy- through each story & each photo I share Because I will never forget, our bond was so rare. My sunflower he was, his sunflower I will be.
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Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
My Sunflower
If my fate is to love you From a distance Then I'll burn for you Like a star in your night sky Bright, steady, reliable Unwavering Until the end of time.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
My fate
Poets, like madmen and prophets, are banned from the Kingdom of Reason, as they are the progeny of the sun (the sun who illumines as he blinds) and the siblings of the rays who never tire of beating the world into magnificent new shapes that fascinate us all – including Unwavering Moon whose lonesome secret is to be madly in love with the rainbow. © LazharBouazzi, May 26, 216
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May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Sun & Moon
Human Observations (the woman pees) if you walk the world with pen and paper or eclectic electronic devices, sure as the sunrise espied, the pen will quick leak when wearing white and so will too the righteous words righteously, thereafter when you can't sleep and you must slam your sweaty fist into pillow know that the pillow is silent thinking, dude, you really ain't got a hope, a prayer fallen asleep in the soaking tub a thousand and one times, ain't never drowned like the warning ones say I will do but only when restless in my rustling no-safety night sleep in my lumpy bed, where I’ve already dream-drowned a million times the woman pees, safe and secure, comforted by the knowledge that we have bathrooms separate, her toilet, man *** free, tho we just finished making sweaty, fluid swapping *** she does not, won't put on makeup in her pj's to take out the garbage, that is why she keeps loverman, so handy, nearby, shamelessly firm, unwavering, good god, great for one "disposable" use per night when you tell your child that you love them, and they do not reply at all, it isn't that they don't love ya back, 'tis only that they haven't learned to love themselves something well that just cannot be taught. the more trinkets I buy her, more she screams stop, but never not once has she said, here, take it back if you don't believe in Faeries and Elusives, try, for then you have a middling chance of getting the missing, disappearing whole sock hiding in her ****** back, intact If must look up the time where your love is currently hiding/residing, then the probability is more than 1.000, that you no longer love her enough, or she, you, not at all you know it is time to shut down, hang up the pen and close the iPad cover, surrender, give up the poetry gig 4 real when you start to prefer an autocorrect suggestion ~ More to follow. someday.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
Human Observations (the woman pees)
Human Observations (the woman pees) if you walk the world with pen and paper or eclectic electronic devices, sure as the sunrise espied, the pen will quick leak when wearing white and so will too the righteous words righteously, thereafter when you can't sleep and you must slam your sweaty fist into pillow know that the pillow is silent thinking, dude, you really ain't got a hope, a prayer fallen asleep in the soaking tub a thousand and one times, ain't never drowned like the warning ones say I will do but only when restless in my rustling no-safety night sleep in my lumpy bed, where I’ve already dream-drowned a million times the woman pees, safe and secure, comforted by the knowledge that we have bathrooms separate, her toilet, man *** free, tho we just finished making sweaty, fluid swapping *** she does not, won't put on makeup in her pj's to take out the garbage, that is why she keeps loverman, so handy, nearby, shamelessly firm, unwavering, good god, great for one "disposable" use per night when you tell your child that you love them, and they do not reply at all, it isn't that they don't love ya back, 'tis only that they haven't learned to love themselves something well that just cannot be taught. the more trinkets I buy her, more she screams stop, but never not once has she said, here, take it back if you don't believe in Faeries and Elusives, try, for then you have a middling chance of getting the missing, disappearing whole sock hiding in her ****** back, intact If must look up the time where your love is currently hiding/residing, then the probability is more than 1.000, that you no longer love her enough, or she, you, not at all you know it is time to shut down, hang up the pen and close the iPad cover, surrender, give up the poetry gig 4 real when you start to prefer an autocorrect suggestion ~ More to follow. someday.
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Only Love It began as a love story Crazy days with you Crazy days of faith, love, passion We grew so close so fast You said we were soul mates for life I lost my world to you I trusted you with my deepest thoughts Most intimate moments My future Our future Bonded with Artfetch The future of art We would make it together A global player Unwavering faith In the chorus of warnings I battled your place with me Bold and revolutionary No one would take this away from us But then you did You took it away Without a word You left me in a haze Took my breath away Your force so strong Chaos controlled my mind The lie so real My passion abused Reckless abandonment My faith, my love, my passion You did not face me You left me with nothing My life shattered I wonder through my Art Profoundly A part of my life For the delights and hopes of life Seeing in them memories of intimate times Calming my fears My sadness Evoking as only art can do The spirit in me to live again I no longer care Why I got lost in your deceit In your ****** up mind Why You hunted me down And played me as a game Why You abused my passion My life You crushed my soul, I sit at my desk and find my dignity My strength I look around and see what I nearly lost Artfetch the mystery of my life without which I could not carry on No more Crazy Days living your lie A resounding realisation No soul in you I continue To live my dream So as I sum this up Go listen to our song Remember in your heart I gave you my heart and soul, my mind and body My life I believed in you I am wishing for you to stay strong Wish upon every star you see And if its meant to be it will come true… No more Crazy Days with You
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
Crazy Days with You
Only Love It began as a love story Crazy days with you Crazy days of faith, love, passion We grew so close so fast You said we were soul mates for life I lost my world to you I trusted you with my deepest thoughts Most intimate moments My future Our future Bonded with Artfetch The future of art We would make it together A global player Unwavering faith In the chorus of warnings I battled your place with me Bold and revolutionary No one would take this away from us But then you did You took it away Without a word You left me in a haze Took my breath away Your force so strong Chaos controlled my mind The lie so real My passion abused Reckless abandonment My faith, my love, my passion You did not face me You left me with nothing My life shattered I wonder through my Art Profoundly A part of my life For the delights and hopes of life Seeing in them memories of intimate times Calming my fears My sadness Evoking as only art can do The spirit in me to live again I no longer care Why I got lost in your deceit In your ****** up mind Why You hunted me down And played me as a game Why You abused my passion My life You crushed my soul, I sit at my desk and find my dignity My strength I look around and see what I nearly lost Artfetch the mystery of my life without which I could not carry on No more Crazy Days living your lie A resounding realisation No soul in you I continue To live my dream So as I sum this up Go listen to our song Remember in your heart I gave you my heart and soul, my mind and body My life I believed in you I am wishing for you to stay strong Wish upon every star you see And if its meant to be it will come true… No more Crazy Days with You
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i find myself reflecting on my girlhood what should’ve been i grieve the girl i could’ve been if these addiction genes didn’t flow so steadily like an unwavering whirlpool it wasn’t your fault your mom didn’t care for you but why couldn’t you care for me we all have ways to cope mine is taking pen to page yours was needle to arm i grieve for the girl you should’ve been for the mom you could’ve been
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Dec 28, 2022
Dec 28, 2022 at 10:12 AM UTC
parallels
"Watch that lady. She has been standing there for as long as I remember. Still waters hold no treasure that's why ocean flows with unwavering current. Watch her closely she's obsessed with her phone; changing display pictures forever... smart girls change fortune" -Matthias Pantaleon, [Act Like A Champion]
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
Act like a champion
these shallow glimpses we share as days grow long the scattered thoughts swirl and bury themselves in crevices of this old house to be re-awakened perhaps when we are many years gone what can we salvage of this eternal bond while the Sun buries itself behind the Oak that we've watched grow from the kitchen window since the days when our hair was thick and dark and the smell of fresh cut wood was present what words can I say to bring tears to your eyes tears that would come from but a glimpse that shouted my fervent love we are captives of our timeless, undying, unwavering hearts yet all that remains of this diminishing soul would disperse like the final slivers of light should I lose you
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
undying
self-righteous souls saved from the everyday run of the world skulking throughout the shadows cast by the most holy fallacy grasping at the lost the unknowing and the ****** who don't accept their beliefs as irrefutable excuses to be pretentious   oh how far you will fall when brought low from your exalted pedestal down on your knees, covered in the wretched filth of the masses that you had gazed down upon in all you hypocritical glory everyone looks the same when your eyes have been gouged out you bleed the same as everyone when your too-godly heart is removed you liar, you snake, you backstabbing **** hidden behind accepting smiles go forth and be righteous! go forth and beat down the weak! go forth and fill the world with your treacherous, blasphemous rage! pray for the strength to fell the wicked non-believers pray to keep a closed mind and to be unwavering in your silent hate, mistrust, and suspicion of all those different from you pray to keep your teeth sharp to devour those deemed less holy than thou and go to a fitful, dreamless sleep at night confident in the knowledge that you are saved
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Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
the garden of eden is filled with snakes
someone once told me you never forget your first love you always love them maybe in some strange twisted way your brain forgetting all the pain they caused you love them and i think they were right because in a way i love you and i think i always will for some nonsensical reason i will never see the world the same because of you and sometimes i wish i could change that erase you from my thoughts as you distort them with your unwavering power but then i remember i wouldn’t want it any other way you have shaped me into the person i am today and because of that and i wouldn’t change a thing - i'll never forget you
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Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 1:52 AM UTC
i'll never forget you.
The Mill sits comfortably among the sea of red. Unwavering, unyielding, and thriving. Cafe Espresso and oolong tea. The booths are occupied with reminiscence of the glory days, contentment between mothers and daughters and sons and fathers, appreciation of music and art and literature. All the while sunlight illuminated the scarf and the starfish of the girl across from me as our minds were slowly revealed to one another.
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
The Scarf and the Starfish
There are many side effects of being ambitious, but having the desire and determination to succeed is not and will never be a bad thing. when you've encountered so many tribulations and you want something as desprestly as you want to breathe, you know that giving up has never been an option and will never be, but the most challenging thing is that most of these people only try to minimize our aspirations and what we wish to be. but I guess that's what we get when we're living in a city full of sorrow, deceit and unfulfilled dreams. And nobody wants to listen when we try to tell them,  but There's this  yearning inside of me that everyone is failing to see. and I have every intent of satisfying this hunger no matter how difficult it is to achieve. I guess a side effect of being ambitious is not knowing when enough is enough. I was taught that nothing good comes easily, We have to fight for what we want and most likely it'll be tough. but we were born fighters with purpose running through our veins zealously, causing us to be relentless when it comes to what we crave to be. now don't get me wrong I'll put on for my city KC, but it's not at all the place I aspire to be, and to put it simply I have to leave and I owe all of that to my ambitious personality. a side effect of being ambitious is having unnerving passion, making others feel threatened as they try to reconstruct our visions into ideas that they can understand. but just because they do it does not mean we have to give in. the ball is in your court, this is your life. take control. it wouldn't make sense to throw everything away to appease the mind of someone who has already lost their soul.   A side effect of being ambitious is having unwavering Faith. I just wish for you to never be discouraged, because ambition will forever and always be one of the most attractive traits.
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Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Side Effects of Being Ambitious
There are many side effects of being ambitious, but having the desire and determination to succeed is not and will never be a bad thing. when you've encountered so many tribulations and you want something as desprestly as you want to breathe, you know that giving up has never been an option and will never be, but the most challenging thing is that most of these people only try to minimize our aspirations and what we wish to be. but I guess that's what we get when we're living in a city full of sorrow, deceit and unfulfilled dreams. And nobody wants to listen when we try to tell them,  but There's this  yearning inside of me that everyone is failing to see. and I have every intent of satisfying this hunger no matter how difficult it is to achieve. I guess a side effect of being ambitious is not knowing when enough is enough. I was taught that nothing good comes easily, We have to fight for what we want and most likely it'll be tough. but we were born fighters with purpose running through our veins zealously, causing us to be relentless when it comes to what we crave to be. now don't get me wrong I'll put on for my city KC, but it's not at all the place I aspire to be, and to put it simply I have to leave and I owe all of that to my ambitious personality. a side effect of being ambitious is having unnerving passion, making others feel threatened as they try to reconstruct our visions into ideas that they can understand. but just because they do it does not mean we have to give in. the ball is in your court, this is your life. take control. it wouldn't make sense to throw everything away to appease the mind of someone who has already lost their soul.   A side effect of being ambitious is having unwavering Faith. I just wish for you to never be discouraged, because ambition will forever and always be one of the most attractive traits.
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Letting go can be tough Perhaps the harshest measure Many times we will face Changes that last forever "What if I'd done this?" "What if I'd done that?" Questions to go unanswered And irrelevant to the fact The adoption of acceptance Is your only quest The only option to be alloted Now swallow to digest Observe the tremble in your hands Your eyes begin glistening Your heart is in your ears But who's the one listening? As it courses through your veins Something celebrates in your heart Every storm runs out of rain The Truth in you prevails As you begin to emerge Once again to raise the sails You've let it run it's course You've stopped the irradic spinning Focusing on the Now Every breath a new begining The only stake it has claimed Is to your education Simply a reminder Of life's continuing alteration To err is only human And Forgiveness is Divine You, they, deserving or not Just turn the coin to see the shine Yes, we have a choice To see the brighter side We don't have to dwell In the illusion of The Lie Just as it came Let it go with an ease Accepting what it WAS Join your Self and thaw the freeze It will come again Your Knowing, now a weapon It has lost the ferocity Sanity no longer threatened You can call it thick skinned Or unwavering balance You can call it indifferent I will call it an Allowance.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
The Gift
I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly:      __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore,             you shall remain mine and mine alone.__
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Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC
My belongings
I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly:      __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore,             you shall remain mine and mine alone.__
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Each day she grows stronger. All physical functions require acute concentration unwavering vigilance. Her invisible shackle's bind me. Tornadoes my conscience weakens muscles, bruises skin Splinters the soul. Her outstanding weapon? Relentless emotional chaos!
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Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
Mistress