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"vulnerably" poems
Friends, family, foes, and those of woe, I invite you to dance this delicate tango with me, right on the line of reality and fantasy. It is here, that, I invite you to the mad tea party. Now, let us get one or two, three or four, maybe ten, one hundred, zero things straight, you are not to be late to the mad tea party, you are to set your time straight and do not stray, but rather show up without delay at the time that serves your mental estate, at a time that feels right with your bones, now, now don't miss that time and don't be late. We are of strict dress code here at the mad tea party. You are not to wear what you saw on him and she and her and we unless it is of, suitable expression to your situation, you are to dress accordingly with your mentality, nothing else will pass the test. You are to act accordingly. Do not laugh when not appropriate, and sit up straight when your spine tells you. Do not speak when your mind is forced to be spoken. Now, have we all straight. I cordially invite you to the mad tea party. Where we dine and wine and tell tales of time, and rejoice on the words those delicately spoke, and dance on the lines theatrically strewn across the room, and sail across every last tale from you and he and yeah her over there too. I invite you to the mad tea party. I invite you tell of when you first saw the earth breath, when the trees and the leaves set to dancing, when you first heard the wind laugh at your grin, and when the raindrops ran fearfully from the erupting sky. I demand of you to tell nothing but that of truth, and watch as the molecules in the air take to vibrating. Take notice to musical clinking of the entities amidst you, and take pride in the gentle stride of the clouds overhead. Did you notice the flowers laughing at you, in between the birth, death and rebirth in accordance with the sun? Did you notice the flowers pull in their petals as they shyed from your step? Take notice to the music and laughter around you at the mad tea party, take great care with the feelings floating about the air, vulnerably buzzing from mind to mind, before their decline and descent to rest their heads. You see, it is here at the great mad tea party, that we do not devoid you of the ability to do as your energy demands, with the issues of time and dress and proper behavior. It is here that we tend to focus on the earth and the breathing of the molecules and atoms  around you, it is here that we go mad. and it is here that I cordially invite you, but before you make your reservation, please eliminate all hesitation. You see the mad tea party is not readily accepted, by the constraints of society and the binds of reality. You see the mad tea party is misconstrued by masses more than just a few. Those who long buried their soul look down on the guests, for they are different than the rest, in that, they're welcoming, into their soul the ability to go mad which is taught to be bad. So before you make your reservation be inexplicably sure, that you are in fact, ready, for the mad tea party.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
The diary of a mad man
Friends, family, foes, and those of woe, I invite you to dance this delicate tango with me, right on the line of reality and fantasy. It is here, that, I invite you to the mad tea party. Now, let us get one or two, three or four, maybe ten, one hundred, zero things straight, you are not to be late to the mad tea party, you are to set your time straight and do not stray, but rather show up without delay at the time that serves your mental estate, at a time that feels right with your bones, now, now don't miss that time and don't be late. We are of strict dress code here at the mad tea party. You are not to wear what you saw on him and she and her and we unless it is of, suitable expression to your situation, you are to dress accordingly with your mentality, nothing else will pass the test. You are to act accordingly. Do not laugh when not appropriate, and sit up straight when your spine tells you. Do not speak when your mind is forced to be spoken. Now, have we all straight. I cordially invite you to the mad tea party. Where we dine and wine and tell tales of time, and rejoice on the words those delicately spoke, and dance on the lines theatrically strewn across the room, and sail across every last tale from you and he and yeah her over there too. I invite you to the mad tea party. I invite you tell of when you first saw the earth breath, when the trees and the leaves set to dancing, when you first heard the wind laugh at your grin, and when the raindrops ran fearfully from the erupting sky. I demand of you to tell nothing but that of truth, and watch as the molecules in the air take to vibrating. Take notice to musical clinking of the entities amidst you, and take pride in the gentle stride of the clouds overhead. Did you notice the flowers laughing at you, in between the birth, death and rebirth in accordance with the sun? Did you notice the flowers pull in their petals as they shyed from your step? Take notice to the music and laughter around you at the mad tea party, take great care with the feelings floating about the air, vulnerably buzzing from mind to mind, before their decline and descent to rest their heads. You see, it is here at the great mad tea party, that we do not devoid you of the ability to do as your energy demands, with the issues of time and dress and proper behavior. It is here that we tend to focus on the earth and the breathing of the molecules and atoms  around you, it is here that we go mad. and it is here that I cordially invite you, but before you make your reservation, please eliminate all hesitation. You see the mad tea party is not readily accepted, by the constraints of society and the binds of reality. You see the mad tea party is misconstrued by masses more than just a few. Those who long buried their soul look down on the guests, for they are different than the rest, in that, they're welcoming, into their soul the ability to go mad which is taught to be bad. So before you make your reservation be inexplicably sure, that you are in fact, ready, for the mad tea party.
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I love you isn’t A fleeting memory of a camping trip. It isn’t a strings attached contract that is signed out of intimidation or guilt. It doesn’t last ‘until…’ You disappoint me. You abandon me. I find something better. nor does it lay within the depths of ‘only ifs’ : {only if you love me - only if you see me for who I am - only if you bake me an apple pie} I love you is Being able to love myself and vulnerably feel safe with who I am- in your eyes It means you are free to be you, to choose freely for yourself and bring forth any awakening, lesson or consequence with no judgment or close-minded examination. It shakes loose of any stern expectation or obligation made for you because there is no need for you to size up to any other standard that isn’t You. I love you means you are and always are enough. It defines no separation between us; yet at the same time – I can celebrate my love for you without the presence of your face, voice or perfumed scent – you are always with me. I love you is My full acceptance for the beautiful, strong & powerful Being that you are – In each bold and thick fiber. It is the act of fulfilling my inner-self with such gratification and wholeness Because it feels so utterly good to love you.
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Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 8:19 AM UTC
I Love You
I want to reveal things about me and have you seek out their origins. I want you to pour over me the pieces of you I don't know yet. Maybe we need to stop. Stop allowing all the doubts and insecurity infused from everyone, past... present... to keep our thoughts tied. What have we to lose but time and hiding. In my gut I feel a weight could be evaporated from us. A light glowing dim between could be illuminated. Completion and a knowingness of who we are already is not a hole either are trying to fill. Maybe we just want a hand to hold after our struggles. A comforting embrace to melt into after our pain. A heart to accept us completely and love again. Maybe we just don't want to carry fear around anymore. Intimacy is something vulnerably created and hardly given, I know. Spiritual connectedness is the highest of highs and I think we're both wanting to fly. ©NDHK
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
Angels
i feel naked but vulnerably so; i don't want to let you in, show you the deepest crevices of my soul not for fear of embarrassment, i'm just not going to let you break me in half like that. "leave before getting left," a motto for girls like me. you don't know the frustration when things don't go as planned. stop saying g o o d night.
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Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
daddy problems
You… Good for nothing, light weighted Changes direction according to the wind It does not have a mind of its own But I trusted it To shelter and protect me But alas… I live in a windy city, And it tends to be greedy Gathering things that lie in its path, Just like a colonizer blowing across from one country to another. I pin together the sides Of my fly away kameez/ dress With nervous, embarrassed fingers Pressing down, as if to close a window or a swinging door left unlocked on a windy day letting black cats and dusty winds make their way. Incontrollable weightless It rises, it flashes Waving like a red flag in front of a blind bull Eyes on the Prize - You’re such a tease I fumble carelessly My hands desperately try To hold down my dignity Before it flies away, Like a feather from a bird That slowly descends to the floor It is so light and so delicate. It can be easily ripped off and plucked away like a shriveled dead fly away hair I become a nervous wreck, picking at my scalp One by one, wrapping it around my finger, running my fingers through my hair only to find bare skin, lying under dead hair. Vulnerably the naked scalp peeks through thin strands of hair like a sheer curtain that hangs in my room too afraid to draw it, because I will have to put faces to the silhouettes, And I rather know the world as shadows and black outlines At least that way I won’t have to see the eyes that pierce through me, Unzipping my skin.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
My Favorite Clothes Left Me Exposed
*"You're hurting yourself, " he said. "It's better this way than allowing you to be the first." she replied.*
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
To Be Vulnerably Honest
The Day We Met Was Like A Flash. It Passed To Soon..... The Day We Met...Was Scarred,Bruised,And Burned, Cut, ****** Nothing You Say Can Make That Day Blurry.. It Will Always Remain And If It Were The End Of The World..We'd Die In Vain...Nothing You Say Or Do Can Erase This Pain. Only If Depression Could Drain...Me And Him Always Seem To Plead At The World's Feet. But All We Do Is Bleed. Me And Him...Were Destined. This Is Fate.. And We Always Have That Second Chance..Because..We All Own 2 Little Things You Call.....Faith And Love. Love Is Just Another Word..You Use When You Want Or Need Something..As So They Say But Love Actually Means...Loyalty Observed Vulnerably Even In Eternity. Love Is A Promising Word. You Have To Trust And Believe Then They Won't Give Up. Just Like Henery's Dad Is Towards His Ford. Giving Up Is Also Cheating...It's An Excuse...It's A Lie...To Hide Only What's Behind...Your Mind.. Just Follow The Path That Lead. The Day We Met Happened So Fast. The Day We Laughed Just Went Past. The Day I Confessed Was Like A Piece Of Glass...The Day We Met Was Gone And Done. **Make Sure You Cherish Your Friends..For As Long As You Can...Understanding It May Very Be Your Crush..I Give You This Advice. It's Better To Stay Hidden In Silence Were You Believe There's Hope And Light...Rather Then Being Heard And Thrown In The Dark... **
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
The Day We Met
"it was a long time ago" he says as he hides his tears with a grin she asks, "Are you okay?" he grins, he lets out a failed laugh, he lies she sees straight through his act she asks, "Are you okay?" tears swelling in the corners of his eyes, he lies she waits for them to be wiped away sneakily she asks, "Are you okay?" he looks her in the eye, using all his strength he lies she says she believes him, she breaks eye contact she asks, "Are you sure? It's okay if you aren't" he shakes his head, he falls towards her embrace, "I'm sorry for being so difficult" he says vulnerably she says, "When are you going to move on" and turns her back to him and leaves as he cries alone in the dark
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May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 3:37 PM UTC
"It was a long time ago" -
It's hard to know where to go from here empty pages             in my book unwritten before me and the vastness of ocean washes over this desert blurring the lines between the wounds inside and perceptions                of reality I am stuck in this foreign place, a fine-chiseled limbo etched upon            my face My past strong behind me pushing my limits to the hilt fingers brushing new firmaments                 of grace spilling silver               from silt I am ready to see the future burst forth and unfold ready for my raw elements to be spun wildly into gold these invisible wings after years of being wound in             tight, rigid curl are stretching out slowly being coaxed to unfurl And here I stand my feet sturdy as roots as the sands of time bud tender shoots my eyes locked to the stars fixed in sanguine dream no need to staunch the flow            of liquid that freely streams It pours out from my eyes, this river of salt because growing pains         sting -- it's nobody's fault Yet it's tearing me up into coarse, ragged strips descending upon me with scratches and rips and for every burn branded into my flesh new insights are woven from putrid                to fresh For every laceration I bear upon this heart there is a gleam in the garden as seeds germinate                their start And as my soul opens out       expands in deep            vital glow             I am as              a child who still needs to grow Her moonlit eyes set on           unknown realms her pillars fallen, senses overwhelmed vulnerably jaded, yet unafraid because stars   sometimes burst into novas creating new       light              from          shade
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
a stellar evolution
It's hard to know where to go from here empty pages             in my book unwritten before me and the vastness of ocean washes over this desert blurring the lines between the wounds inside and perceptions                of reality I am stuck in this foreign place, a fine-chiseled limbo etched upon            my face My past strong behind me pushing my limits to the hilt fingers brushing new firmaments                 of grace spilling silver               from silt I am ready to see the future burst forth and unfold ready for my raw elements to be spun wildly into gold these invisible wings after years of being wound in             tight, rigid curl are stretching out slowly being coaxed to unfurl And here I stand my feet sturdy as roots as the sands of time bud tender shoots my eyes locked to the stars fixed in sanguine dream no need to staunch the flow            of liquid that freely streams It pours out from my eyes, this river of salt because growing pains         sting -- it's nobody's fault Yet it's tearing me up into coarse, ragged strips descending upon me with scratches and rips and for every burn branded into my flesh new insights are woven from putrid                to fresh For every laceration I bear upon this heart there is a gleam in the garden as seeds germinate                their start And as my soul opens out       expands in deep            vital glow             I am as              a child who still needs to grow Her moonlit eyes set on           unknown realms her pillars fallen, senses overwhelmed vulnerably jaded, yet unafraid because stars   sometimes burst into novas creating new       light              from          shade
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*awakening autumn air absorbed with thrown caution a penchant for yawning leaves an affinity for desiccated hearts stirring lakeside willows whisking emotions away wafting feminine fragrance in walking women's wakes moving to its own designs gusting in pursuit of change swirling clouds of romantic disarray into dizzying vortexes of possibility expanding the bellows of intimacy lovesmith for glowing molten souls passionately ignited, vulnerably cooled forging bonds, tempering existence*
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Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Casting Fate
This isn't Paris, there are no lights here But the stars that sit vulnerably above the dark streets at night. Reflecting on the drops of rain that fall with no order filling the potholes and cooling the air. Even the desert gets cold in December, and the cold makes everyone feel lonely. So here's to the bowl of glitter on my desk. The letters written that will never be sent. The twin sized bed unkempt and cold by the window And the lights that stopped working weeks ago. To scarves that warm necks and hats that warm heads While there's nothing to keep my heart from nervously pounding every time the dog barks at night. Here's to coffee tasting and wrestling over the last brownie, Friends that become lovers and lovers that stay friends. The lamplight is dim but it's there all the same And as long as my shivering hands can type I'll be writing these letters I'll never send.
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
lamplight
Sweet baby kitten Veiled in black cat energy I find home in your hazel eyes As you share your soul with me Wrapped into my arms We fit together so perfectly I'll hold you steady and safe In our knot of sacred unity Gentle forehead kisses And laughing uncontrollably I fall more in love with you Building these sweet core memories No thoughts are off limits We've made safety a priority Gay talks in blanket forts Sharing our souls so vulnerably Our connection is a precious gift Grown from honor, trust, and empathy You're all I never knew I needed And I'll love you for all eternities
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Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 11:06 PM UTC
Sacred
YOU ARE LOVE! You are the dream   You are reverse raindrops rising. You are fantasy Made real by the magnetic pull that guides you to me You are Liquid lucidity Your lips languid How they speak to me. You are the wetness of my mouth You are the blood in my veins You are the oxygen in my brain. You are the arched back the parted mouth the eyes in the back of the head. You are The escaped animal sound Sending waves of pleasure And hummingbirds to my bed You are the Earth beneath my feet You are my dove You are all of my love YOU ARE PEACE! You are the resurrection of perfection You are intoxicating liberation. You are the crystal cave Humble in your beauty I WANT TO BE NAKED WITH YOU! Stripped of this garden of blood, bone, flesh, and muscle. INTO OUR BODIES OF LIGHT! The garden of the lucid rise. But before we are freed I want to admire every vein on your body. Follow their faint glow See where they guide me. I want you to feel the delight inside of me! I want to eat this innocence and turn it into love made vulnerably. I LOVE YOU AS I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU NOT SINCE, BUT ALL ALONG
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Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Naked Crystal Cave
That crazy little thing.  Have you ever been so attracted to someone that you can't even fully look at them.  Not like you can't look at them like glance at them but you can't rely look at them. For when u pass at just even near them the connection is so strong, so deep that you feel as if everything moves in slow motion for the fear of the electricity sparking and making a new current.  Eye contact is literally so dangerously impossible for the fear of exposing your soul's window and the curtain being left opened has made you tangled and enraptured so vulnerably not only lost in your transparency but also in how willing you are to be seen and to see the deepest most intense free side of someone.  Have you ever had a small chance to be with this person. Where all the intimacy of souls and the electrical current could have been placed to start a fire that would have burned for energy and warmth. But instead of being the carpe to the diem you waited and avoided and lost that moment.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
That crazy little thing...
will my hands ever forget the habit of clawing my own wounds for warmth? i lay my vulnerably human skin on sun-dried poems written to breathe, breathe, breathe in — breathe through january's oppressive cold. i breathe out a mouthful of asphyxiated flowers
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Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 1:23 AM UTC
January
your fire still burns in my heart my lungs are gasping for your air i mourn the loss of you vulnerably and emotionally i scream in agony as i think of us my heart belts hymns of you you were always so concerned about hurting me because you knew that one day you would rip my heart apart and leave me too broken to be fixed by anyone else
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
because of you
i am in love with how your words caress me how your voice echoes in my mind like soft, slow piano delicate words and murmurs before sleep i am in love with the way your smile lights a fire deep in my heart where i never knew heat could reach i am in love with your ever-present joy your experience of love and life and the way you find strength in pain i am in love with the movements you make under the sheets in the afternoon sun and with the glow on your skin and the way that you come to me, passionately i am in love with the sounds you make when you whisper, laugh, or sigh and how you send shivers from my head to my fingers down my spine and to the tips of my toes i am in love with the way you reach for me with your questions and with your hands always searching for more of my soul i am in love with the way you hold me for a moment, forever for a breath, for the night i am in love with the way you love me patiently, vulnerably, honestly how you crave my spirit whole
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
i am in love with the way you love me
To My Kingdom Spouse: I want your love healthy and black I promise to reflect it give me your heart and I'll keep it safe I promise never to neglect it I want to love you in a way that makes doubting God impossible you can come to me vulnerably I promise to be responsible with your secrets I'm not playing games baby, I am for real I am yours today and forever more with an oath to God I'll seal the deal under one condition that you'll be only mine and I'll be only yours well stand under an open heaven open windows and open doors For generations our children will recall the love we shared they will know the truth that the same type of love can also be theirs Strong Healthy and BLACK
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May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 12:23 PM UTC
Strong, Healthy, and BLACK
The wind opens the clouded curtains to reveal the shining sun. This glorious orb had winked, however uncertain That the wink was directed to only one. I saw this phenomena, and felt as if I was revealed all truth. In this game of life, I was dealt With the eternal heart of a youth. Granted to me by that life giving sun Was the power to see; A gift that cannot be undone. So I blinked one eye And winked in reply. I continued upon my way and saw in the distance, a creature. His teeth were on display and squinty eyes added to the feature. Twas a smile that was given to I, and felt as if I was one with his soul as I caught this beauty with my eye; Just then I was complete and whole. I was so graciously given By this beautiful creature The heart to keep on livin' As his smile was my greatest teacher. So I stretched my lips from ear to ear and smiled back, for I was no longer in fear. The trees shook and rustled as I was slowly passing by. And as the leaves bustled I glimpsed the wave as they said hi. I stood still to stare, as the leaves were dancing a greeting. I felt the love that we do share, 'cause my heart was aflame and beating. I was knowledgeably instilled By this humble, but noble tree; my quest for friendship is fulfilled; 'cause I learned that there is always a we. So with my hand, a branch I did take as I returned the lovely handshake. I heard the blissful chatter of a girl years younger than I. I asked what was the matter; 'I'm laughing!' was the reply. Her carelessness got the better of me, and in her freedom I cheered with rejoice, as we danced and shared the eternal glee. I was jubilant to hear the guffaw in her voice. I was so ecstatically presented by this lightened and carefree soul with the sense of freedom, cemented knowing that, of myself, only I am in control. So I took her hand, and gave a great bellow, as I gave her a laugh like a jolly 'ol fellow. I could feel the totality of the earth in my humble, but powerful heart. I was a part of the on-going mirth as I saw creation as God's art. I could feel the boundless love that was radiating from every being. Twas the state of bliss I had been dreaming of; A feeling that is oh so freeing. I was permanently endowed by this force I was so familiar with, with a love, of which I am proud; A feeling that is more than just a myth. So I vulnerably opened my heart with pride, and returned that love worldwide. Ever since the day of those subtle realizations I have made a point of each today to join in the celebrations; by laughing, loving, and befriending.
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Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
By Laughing, Loving, and Befriending.
The wind opens the clouded curtains to reveal the shining sun. This glorious orb had winked, however uncertain That the wink was directed to only one. I saw this phenomena, and felt as if I was revealed all truth. In this game of life, I was dealt With the eternal heart of a youth. Granted to me by that life giving sun Was the power to see; A gift that cannot be undone. So I blinked one eye And winked in reply. I continued upon my way and saw in the distance, a creature. His teeth were on display and squinty eyes added to the feature. Twas a smile that was given to I, and felt as if I was one with his soul as I caught this beauty with my eye; Just then I was complete and whole. I was so graciously given By this beautiful creature The heart to keep on livin' As his smile was my greatest teacher. So I stretched my lips from ear to ear and smiled back, for I was no longer in fear. The trees shook and rustled as I was slowly passing by. And as the leaves bustled I glimpsed the wave as they said hi. I stood still to stare, as the leaves were dancing a greeting. I felt the love that we do share, 'cause my heart was aflame and beating. I was knowledgeably instilled By this humble, but noble tree; my quest for friendship is fulfilled; 'cause I learned that there is always a we. So with my hand, a branch I did take as I returned the lovely handshake. I heard the blissful chatter of a girl years younger than I. I asked what was the matter; 'I'm laughing!' was the reply. Her carelessness got the better of me, and in her freedom I cheered with rejoice, as we danced and shared the eternal glee. I was jubilant to hear the guffaw in her voice. I was so ecstatically presented by this lightened and carefree soul with the sense of freedom, cemented knowing that, of myself, only I am in control. So I took her hand, and gave a great bellow, as I gave her a laugh like a jolly 'ol fellow. I could feel the totality of the earth in my humble, but powerful heart. I was a part of the on-going mirth as I saw creation as God's art. I could feel the boundless love that was radiating from every being. Twas the state of bliss I had been dreaming of; A feeling that is oh so freeing. I was permanently endowed by this force I was so familiar with, with a love, of which I am proud; A feeling that is more than just a myth. So I vulnerably opened my heart with pride, and returned that love worldwide. Ever since the day of those subtle realizations I have made a point of each today to join in the celebrations; by laughing, loving, and befriending.
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A beautiful woman once sang "My Love is Mine, All Mine." Meaning no matter what I lost, I would always have the most precious and irreplaceable thing in my possession, my love. I would find that beautiful lyric to be so smart, so true, so vulnerably sweet. This was until I had met him I don't exactly know when he had went from "Just a boy" To: My Heart, Or My Sweet Boy, Or My Precious Gem. I just know that he had earned those titles quite quickly Our time together was magical. I was already a chronic laugher, but with him who knew, that butterflies in your stomach could also make you grovel on the ground whilst gasping for air? Almost like cramps, only the pain would be everywhere; especially your heart. One could easily call this love, but no, I had a brain the size of a walnut. I didn't call this love. Everything but love, A Bored Crush          A Little Hyperfixation                      A Cool New friend Anything but that. My love had belonged to                        me and                                    only                                           me! I would not entrust it with a man! a man that makes me feel safe, heard, cared for, not even worth mentioning, protected! If you'd asked me a couple months ago I'd have called it absolute bull. Though a couple months ago, I was incredibly stupid. To let go of such a man should be a crime, punishable by death. Our time together was magical, So magical that even I am unable to                                          glorify                                                   departure. How could my biggest boundary, grow to be my biggest regret? I have grown into finding normality in toxicity, thus self-sabotaging any beautiful thing I could've shared with a romantic other. How selfish of me. My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem. Please return back to me my love. It has no business being with you. My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem; whom left me in such a rut. How much longer should you take? Must you make me wallow in my loneliness forever? My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem. You will continue to fault me, for mistakes I was unaware I even commit. My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem. You have ruined this beautiful letter of dignity for me, I care no more for my own love, and self respect. You are free to take it, to keep even May my own mind, body, and soul protect yours, as you sleep. You need not to elucidate anything to me. I understand and will continue to grovel in my faults, to reminisce my sacred moments with you. Beautiful woman, were you so true with your words? Does my love really belong to me? Should I even be granted such a luxury with my wrongdoings? My Sweet Boy, It would seem that, my love, it belongs to you. I am unaware of whether or not you own it all, or a fraction. I only know that my love is yours, You replaced that irreplaceable piece, How silly that my heart seemed to have only started beating when, you clumsily touched it. My Heart My Dear Boy My Precious Gem, Our time together was magical I will cherish it for as long as my heart,                         beats                                  for                                      you.
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Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 11:14 AM UTC
My Love Belongs To You
A beautiful woman once sang "My Love is Mine, All Mine." Meaning no matter what I lost, I would always have the most precious and irreplaceable thing in my possession, my love. I would find that beautiful lyric to be so smart, so true, so vulnerably sweet. This was until I had met him I don't exactly know when he had went from "Just a boy" To: My Heart, Or My Sweet Boy, Or My Precious Gem. I just know that he had earned those titles quite quickly Our time together was magical. I was already a chronic laugher, but with him who knew, that butterflies in your stomach could also make you grovel on the ground whilst gasping for air? Almost like cramps, only the pain would be everywhere; especially your heart. One could easily call this love, but no, I had a brain the size of a walnut. I didn't call this love. Everything but love, A Bored Crush          A Little Hyperfixation                      A Cool New friend Anything but that. My love had belonged to                        me and                                    only                                           me! I would not entrust it with a man! a man that makes me feel safe, heard, cared for, not even worth mentioning, protected! If you'd asked me a couple months ago I'd have called it absolute bull. Though a couple months ago, I was incredibly stupid. To let go of such a man should be a crime, punishable by death. Our time together was magical, So magical that even I am unable to                                          glorify                                                   departure. How could my biggest boundary, grow to be my biggest regret? I have grown into finding normality in toxicity, thus self-sabotaging any beautiful thing I could've shared with a romantic other. How selfish of me. My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem. Please return back to me my love. It has no business being with you. My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem; whom left me in such a rut. How much longer should you take? Must you make me wallow in my loneliness forever? My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem. You will continue to fault me, for mistakes I was unaware I even commit. My Heart, My Sweet Boy, My Precious Gem. You have ruined this beautiful letter of dignity for me, I care no more for my own love, and self respect. You are free to take it, to keep even May my own mind, body, and soul protect yours, as you sleep. You need not to elucidate anything to me. I understand and will continue to grovel in my faults, to reminisce my sacred moments with you. Beautiful woman, were you so true with your words? Does my love really belong to me? Should I even be granted such a luxury with my wrongdoings? My Sweet Boy, It would seem that, my love, it belongs to you. I am unaware of whether or not you own it all, or a fraction. I only know that my love is yours, You replaced that irreplaceable piece, How silly that my heart seemed to have only started beating when, you clumsily touched it. My Heart My Dear Boy My Precious Gem, Our time together was magical I will cherish it for as long as my heart,                         beats                                  for                                      you.
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Maiden, maiden With locks of hazel And skin of pearly white, I beckon you, dearest beauty. I present to you a rose. But what is this? The rose does wilt, As if smothered by winter’s grasp. Had I not plucked it a moment ago? What spell or trick is this? If only I were to see your eyes, The eyes of an angel fallen. I beseech to you vulnerably, Yet your eyes never stray from your lap. And what purpose do you have On that boat in placid waters. I pray, come, my pet, For these mists are friends foremost And undertakers in due time. And yet not a word has escaped Your rosy lips, fairest maiden. ‘Tis silent as death, this marsh. I doubt your senses are dulled. You hang your head as a holy sister, But in mourning or not, I am unknowing Speak of your pain, and I shall remedy; Your wish is all I require. Still, my lady, your voice is unheard. To heal a foreign wound would be, at best, Foolish, but perhaps, with your invisible lyre, I can ascertain what is needed: You, my delicate flower, can be saved If you, in turn, save me. I was blind before but not now. No doubt, my lady, the frill of your dress Reigns above all else, the grains of wood On the boat’s hull is what you fancy most. I see it now, true as every morn’s dawn. Before my eyes this very moment, I see but a mirror, and on the other side, True beauty, beauty admired from a far, Beauty to tease the poor souls who reach And wish for something more than frigid glass.
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Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 10:13 PM UTC
The Maiden
This is a rebirth— I will bid farewell to all this hurting, I will shed this skin along with what I once felt, and leave a little thank you note on the fridge for all the bad days when I felt like sinking into my bed to disappear. This is a reincarnation— I'll revel in the familiarity of days long gone like past lives, I'll listen again to the songs I loved when I was fourteen and perhaps find new meanings, I'll search for the innocence I lost to time and age, and hang on to every bit of soul and memory I can muster. This is a renaissance— Little by little I shall rediscover my body and heart, My soul will awaken with curiosity and be fuelled with a lust for life, I'll fall in love once more with the world in a different light. This is the revolution— It's the dawn of a new age of knowing my own worth. I have allowed myself to feel and hurt, to love and lose. Like rebuilding a fallen civilization I will step forward defiantly and vulnerably, I will love myself and live unlike before.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
A New Age
I prayed for the first time in many moons yesterday. Hurt and anger seemed to choke my heart, and its poisonous vines crept to my brain, s l o w l y making the world around me turn so everything I knew and grew to love, vanished. The time, I thought, had come. I prayed for the first time in many moons yesterday. Sick of living the way I was, I pleaded for a change. Regretting straying away from Faith, lying vulnerably on my bed, I pleaded with God to forgive me. The suicidal thoughts and depression had gone too far. Devilish thoughts consumed me, and I needed to feel whole again as I once did. I prayed for the first time in many moons yesterday. Feeling compelled, I opened my Bible. Psalm 140-143, each segment in my Bible entitled to everything I prayed for. *A Prayer for Protection A Prayer not to Sin A Prayer for Safety A Prayer not to be Killed* God answered me. Again, I was drawn to my radio. The first words I hear upon switching to what I considered a "dumb contemporary Christian" station; "I'm forgiven."
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
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