Prolonged pain suffers
at the hands of the given.
Steps backwards prove
the ending is soon to
come from within.
Strokes of ease help
erase mindful traces
of hate and departure
upon past memories
of long ago follies.
Tormented stares
show meanings to
all. Bound to hide
behind see through
cloth for eternity.
Tremors shudder
hands of faith lost
against timeless fate.
Obedient heart stills
under pressure when
faced with thrill.
Finds strength to
force fears aside,
forever to live with
decisions decided.
Abide by wishes
not agreed upon,
grateful that time
has finally found
my palm.
Traces of brief
light returns in
sweet harmony,
weary enough to
ignore maybe.
Smile reaches
shivering lip in
anticipation of
what if.
Prolonged pain
suffers only at
the hands of the
allowed.Backward
steps prove goodbye
is soon to come
in the tears of a
quivering smile.
Showing posts with label heartfelt song. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heartfelt song. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Unguarded hearts
My mind frequents the
story of old tales of
lost hope and demands
of a past life that has
so many times been put
to rest.
Feverish body waits
patiently for the kisses
of pleasurable release
and fulfillment.Anger
bares no mercy when
thoughts of games
played comes to mind.
Weakness always finds
me in the dark waiting
sorrowfully for my
strength to be found
once again in words
of empowerment and a
see through heart.
A Blanket covers me
slowly as I feel the
lullaby of sweet kisses
tickling my heaving
breast leaving fiery
heat along the path
to success.
My dreams are filled
with desires that are
made to wait for his
fierce touches that
only my body will
forever crave and
savor.
I am left unguarded
as I allow my heart
to swallow in his
presence and eager
words once again.
story of old tales of
lost hope and demands
of a past life that has
so many times been put
to rest.
Feverish body waits
patiently for the kisses
of pleasurable release
and fulfillment.Anger
bares no mercy when
thoughts of games
played comes to mind.
Weakness always finds
me in the dark waiting
sorrowfully for my
strength to be found
once again in words
of empowerment and a
see through heart.
A Blanket covers me
slowly as I feel the
lullaby of sweet kisses
tickling my heaving
breast leaving fiery
heat along the path
to success.
My dreams are filled
with desires that are
made to wait for his
fierce touches that
only my body will
forever crave and
savor.
I am left unguarded
as I allow my heart
to swallow in his
presence and eager
words once again.
Monday, September 3, 2012
The arms of heaven
My thoughts stray to
the one in which I
belong.I wait for
the stars to link
themselves together
becoming the full
they have always
meant to be,patently.
My dreams are of
a past love full
of un-kept promises
that no other can
fulfill,two likes
coming together
as a completed one.
I search my memory
looking for that missing
piece that tells the
tail of what more was
needed even when told
I was perfectly right.
I feel within my own
mind things are never
as they seem.I feel
what no other could
ever find,his hidden
mind only I can find.
I would walk the shoes
of what another blindly
refuses to wear.Sing
the song of knowing and
feeling what is always
to be unspoken with the
unaware.
Forever only starts
when the doors open
freely to what all
wants but blatantly
is to scared to follow
through with.Wants can
only happen when both
sides are prepared to
do their part in love
and war.
The turning back of
time will never come
to pass,only can a new
future be rewarded in
the hands of fate.I
hold no bars in lost
time of regrets.I am
not the missing link
seen through the stars.
I would happily walk
the shoes of the un-worn.
I am to sit home and
mourn the life not given
when it is obvious I
am the one who wants
to sleep in the arms
of heaven.
the one in which I
belong.I wait for
the stars to link
themselves together
becoming the full
they have always
meant to be,patently.
My dreams are of
a past love full
of un-kept promises
that no other can
fulfill,two likes
coming together
as a completed one.
I search my memory
looking for that missing
piece that tells the
tail of what more was
needed even when told
I was perfectly right.
I feel within my own
mind things are never
as they seem.I feel
what no other could
ever find,his hidden
mind only I can find.
I would walk the shoes
of what another blindly
refuses to wear.Sing
the song of knowing and
feeling what is always
to be unspoken with the
unaware.
Forever only starts
when the doors open
freely to what all
wants but blatantly
is to scared to follow
through with.Wants can
only happen when both
sides are prepared to
do their part in love
and war.
The turning back of
time will never come
to pass,only can a new
future be rewarded in
the hands of fate.I
hold no bars in lost
time of regrets.I am
not the missing link
seen through the stars.
I would happily walk
the shoes of the un-worn.
I am to sit home and
mourn the life not given
when it is obvious I
am the one who wants
to sleep in the arms
of heaven.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Delusional foundations
It is in delusion that
life scatters new foundations
among the roads of less
traveled sparing the holes
that we are so easily ready
to sink upon destroying the
layers of protection that
took hardships to reattach
and fill in the dangerous
thoughts of yesterdays
soft melodies.
The promise of fruition
of a sweeter taste is
compromised and compressed
in my mind of knowing
better and fighting for
losing battles that I shall
never have the strength
to win or follow through
with as the dawn swallows
the night again leaving me
in the standstills of
yesterdays scars.
Poisoned spear reaches
already weakened body
of despair in the center
of what is in and out but
never found fair among the
minds of compared.Black
death of living in the
dark but being made to walk
the steps of the unbearable
seizes the light of the sun.
Driftwood stops the river
of pain just for a second
of a lifetime. Immortality
seems reachable and surprisingly
delicious even if just in
the thoughts of glory that
shall never come to pass.
Fringes of cloth unfold in
one desperate move of regrettable
satisfaction.Left alone
among the non-existing life
of told you so's in a hollow
of cold and played out games.
Walking away knowing in which
demons I play as I take another
piece from the board of life's
ever learning prospects of
loses and tears.Weak enough
to know better,strong enough
to want it anyway no matter
what comes to pass in the
lives of the doomed and
encouraging ghost that are
forever to shadow the walls
of needs.
Another lesson taught in
the salt of water dropped.
Another moment of perfection
that lingers wholesomely
in my heart of knots that
will just for another second
be forgotten on the spot.
Another smile that screams
it's frustrations inwardly
as it plays games of yesterday.
life scatters new foundations
among the roads of less
traveled sparing the holes
that we are so easily ready
to sink upon destroying the
layers of protection that
took hardships to reattach
and fill in the dangerous
thoughts of yesterdays
soft melodies.
The promise of fruition
of a sweeter taste is
compromised and compressed
in my mind of knowing
better and fighting for
losing battles that I shall
never have the strength
to win or follow through
with as the dawn swallows
the night again leaving me
in the standstills of
yesterdays scars.
Poisoned spear reaches
already weakened body
of despair in the center
of what is in and out but
never found fair among the
minds of compared.Black
death of living in the
dark but being made to walk
the steps of the unbearable
seizes the light of the sun.
Driftwood stops the river
of pain just for a second
of a lifetime. Immortality
seems reachable and surprisingly
delicious even if just in
the thoughts of glory that
shall never come to pass.
Fringes of cloth unfold in
one desperate move of regrettable
satisfaction.Left alone
among the non-existing life
of told you so's in a hollow
of cold and played out games.
Walking away knowing in which
demons I play as I take another
piece from the board of life's
ever learning prospects of
loses and tears.Weak enough
to know better,strong enough
to want it anyway no matter
what comes to pass in the
lives of the doomed and
encouraging ghost that are
forever to shadow the walls
of needs.
Another lesson taught in
the salt of water dropped.
Another moment of perfection
that lingers wholesomely
in my heart of knots that
will just for another second
be forgotten on the spot.
Another smile that screams
it's frustrations inwardly
as it plays games of yesterday.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Silent stories
I love you more than
life itself, the scent
from your presence is
like the air that needs
to be inhaled to exist
in this life that some
think is a game of lost
and found.
The creases on your
face tells a thousand
stories that need to be
heard from lips to the
ears of the only one
who really ever cared.
I tell myself this is
not going to get me down
as I am enlightened to
enjoy what is brought
forward even if just for
another second in the day.
I warn my heart to stop
the pitter patter it so
loudly speaks knowing so
easily it will be taken
away from me.I am smart
enough to tell myself no
but to weak to listen up
close.
I love you more than any
written word could explain,
in my mind though I know
you understand as you walk
the thoughts that only you
can hear.I ponder away my
degrees of fear and walk
where I am needed even if
just for a moment in lost
time.
life itself, the scent
from your presence is
like the air that needs
to be inhaled to exist
in this life that some
think is a game of lost
and found.
The creases on your
face tells a thousand
stories that need to be
heard from lips to the
ears of the only one
who really ever cared.
I tell myself this is
not going to get me down
as I am enlightened to
enjoy what is brought
forward even if just for
another second in the day.
I warn my heart to stop
the pitter patter it so
loudly speaks knowing so
easily it will be taken
away from me.I am smart
enough to tell myself no
but to weak to listen up
close.
I love you more than any
written word could explain,
in my mind though I know
you understand as you walk
the thoughts that only you
can hear.I ponder away my
degrees of fear and walk
where I am needed even if
just for a moment in lost
time.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Meet me where dreams come true
Meet me where the stars
fall upon the ground in
a shattering of blissful
energy,an earth-quaking
of life felt against the
force of the invisible
bodies of soul bound
lovers.
Meet me where the moon
tells us the story of
life where treasures
are to be found among
the living creatures
that sing their song
of grace and perfections
of the night.
Meet me where the sun
finds its way back
into the sky after it
has slept its weariness
away from the days
before,shining through
the branches of the
trees its heat can be
felt blissfully upon
our bodies.
Meet me where the ocean
sprays salt to our faces
to cover the tears of
loneliness that controls
the unknowns of tomorrow.
Crashing waves can be
heard hitting the rocks
of long ago creations of
God,beholding our spirits
for just a second telling
us where in life we belong.
Meet me where dreams
can always come true,
meet me in the arms
of you.Melt my body
to perfection in the
sound of your voice
and eagerness.
Meet me where love is
never missed,a kiss
to my lips to prove
this.On trembling
knees I beg,meet me
where the beginning
one day will end.
fall upon the ground in
a shattering of blissful
energy,an earth-quaking
of life felt against the
force of the invisible
bodies of soul bound
lovers.
Meet me where the moon
tells us the story of
life where treasures
are to be found among
the living creatures
that sing their song
of grace and perfections
of the night.
Meet me where the sun
finds its way back
into the sky after it
has slept its weariness
away from the days
before,shining through
the branches of the
trees its heat can be
felt blissfully upon
our bodies.
Meet me where the ocean
sprays salt to our faces
to cover the tears of
loneliness that controls
the unknowns of tomorrow.
Crashing waves can be
heard hitting the rocks
of long ago creations of
God,beholding our spirits
for just a second telling
us where in life we belong.
Meet me where dreams
can always come true,
meet me in the arms
of you.Melt my body
to perfection in the
sound of your voice
and eagerness.
Meet me where love is
never missed,a kiss
to my lips to prove
this.On trembling
knees I beg,meet me
where the beginning
one day will end.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Masquerades
Masquerades of fallen
faces prance the room
of make believe.Slow
wanderer in and out of
the circles looking and
seeking the perfect
mask that soon vanishes
behind the person who
wishes to be seen.
Soulful imperfections
of what is to be found
underneath is shockingly
nothing less than intoxicating
beauty just as they are.
Hoops to jump have lowered
their standards and easily
understood and crossed
with just a breathtaking
moment of surprise and
wanting.
Reformed to be all that
is wanted and never caring
of what may be expected
or returned.Just two
beings left to yearn,
understanding life and
all the lessons soon to
be learned throughout
lost days of depression.
Mysterious reflections
search for shadows where
none hides for just a
lovely fraction of what
we so deem to call life.
Heaven so easily to see
and feel in the arms of
securities long ago
devoured upon the crossings
of tormented bridges
frowned upon.
Blessings of the mask
are created to cover
untruths that I wish
to hold as my own until
revived by the life that
one day may hold and
command my throne of
insecurities,which I so
desperately wish to
sink in the ocean of
new beginnings.
Forcefully I am for
now to swallow the
sour scent of living
without a soul to
carve into another's
as I breathe in my
hopeless happiness.
I work toward my own
failures,finding
myself lost in a
room full of masquerade.
Teasingly I search
for the mask that
one day will complete
me!
faces prance the room
of make believe.Slow
wanderer in and out of
the circles looking and
seeking the perfect
mask that soon vanishes
behind the person who
wishes to be seen.
Soulful imperfections
of what is to be found
underneath is shockingly
nothing less than intoxicating
beauty just as they are.
Hoops to jump have lowered
their standards and easily
understood and crossed
with just a breathtaking
moment of surprise and
wanting.
Reformed to be all that
is wanted and never caring
of what may be expected
or returned.Just two
beings left to yearn,
understanding life and
all the lessons soon to
be learned throughout
lost days of depression.
Mysterious reflections
search for shadows where
none hides for just a
lovely fraction of what
we so deem to call life.
Heaven so easily to see
and feel in the arms of
securities long ago
devoured upon the crossings
of tormented bridges
frowned upon.
Blessings of the mask
are created to cover
untruths that I wish
to hold as my own until
revived by the life that
one day may hold and
command my throne of
insecurities,which I so
desperately wish to
sink in the ocean of
new beginnings.
Forcefully I am for
now to swallow the
sour scent of living
without a soul to
carve into another's
as I breathe in my
hopeless happiness.
I work toward my own
failures,finding
myself lost in a
room full of masquerade.
Teasingly I search
for the mask that
one day will complete
me!
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
A lovers dance
Loving each other
tenderly and slow,
souls talking through
our bodies enjoying
the song of each others
heartbeats that tell
of a romantic hold.
Blossoming love takes
control of the parts
we do not dare to explore
but softly crave to taste.
I can sense your rapture
as your body glistens with
the sweet smell of your
sweat.
You are trying to hold
back the fragrance of
what is meant to be,our
bodies touching and exploring
completely.Do we dare to
take a step closer? Do we
kiss the lips of the other?
A gulf of air we hold in our
lungs as we can no longer
control the need of our bodies
singing the sound of a lovers
embrace as we make passionate
love with just one embrace.
tenderly and slow,
souls talking through
our bodies enjoying
the song of each others
heartbeats that tell
of a romantic hold.
Blossoming love takes
control of the parts
we do not dare to explore
but softly crave to taste.
I can sense your rapture
as your body glistens with
the sweet smell of your
sweat.
You are trying to hold
back the fragrance of
what is meant to be,our
bodies touching and exploring
completely.Do we dare to
take a step closer? Do we
kiss the lips of the other?
A gulf of air we hold in our
lungs as we can no longer
control the need of our bodies
singing the sound of a lovers
embrace as we make passionate
love with just one embrace.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Carrying my heart on my sleeve ( song )
( Verse )
Sitting at her diningroom table the children are going crazy but she cannot hear anything but her running thoughts as they turn back to him and all of their dreams that went up in smoke, like the log that is sizzling out in her fire place. Tear drops to puddle her table memories bringing smiles to her face. Shoulders drop as she wishes this to was just a faze, wishing to be anywhere but this lonesome unhappy place.
( course )
She closes her eyes and thinks of him wondering if he can hear these words she is about to say to him. You can take my heart that I carry on my sleeve but please leave me with our sweet memories. You can break my soul so easily, tare down these walls that I put up to protect me. You can drive your truck out of my driveway, never to turn your head back to stare at me. I just want to ask you this one question, what more could I of done to be your only one?
( verse )
She sits up in her bed at night, her mind still racing until the sun has come up again. To start a new day with him worlds apart, she feels yet another stab blemishing her heart. Walking through days doing what needs to be done, never will she let her mind believe he may not of been her destiny. She cries at night when the house is quite, thinking of their nights of loving embraces.
( course )
She closes her eyes and thinks of him wondering if he can hear these words she is about to say to him. You can take my heart that I carry on my sleeve but please leave me with our sweet memories. You can break my soul so easily, tare down these walls that I put up to protect me. You can drive your truck out of my driveway, never to turn your head back to stare at me. I just want to ask you this one question, what more could I of done to be your only one?
( verse )
She sits at her diningroom table asking herself what more could she have done. If he had only told her of her mistakes, told her the things in his life that were missing maybe things would of ended differently, maybe together they would of always been. Teardrops fall in a puddle to the table, children going crazy around her. Her mind thinking of nothing more than what she had done to make him walk out of the door.
( course )
She closes her eyes and thinks of him wondering if he can hear these words she is about to say to him. You can take my heart that I carry on my sleeve but please leave me with our sweet memories. You can break my soul so easily, tare down these walls that I put up to protect me. You can drive your truck out of my driveway, never to turn your head back to stare at me. I just want to ask you this one question, what more could I of done to be your only one?
Sitting at her diningroom table the children are going crazy but she cannot hear anything but her running thoughts as they turn back to him and all of their dreams that went up in smoke, like the log that is sizzling out in her fire place. Tear drops to puddle her table memories bringing smiles to her face. Shoulders drop as she wishes this to was just a faze, wishing to be anywhere but this lonesome unhappy place.
( course )
She closes her eyes and thinks of him wondering if he can hear these words she is about to say to him. You can take my heart that I carry on my sleeve but please leave me with our sweet memories. You can break my soul so easily, tare down these walls that I put up to protect me. You can drive your truck out of my driveway, never to turn your head back to stare at me. I just want to ask you this one question, what more could I of done to be your only one?
( verse )
She sits up in her bed at night, her mind still racing until the sun has come up again. To start a new day with him worlds apart, she feels yet another stab blemishing her heart. Walking through days doing what needs to be done, never will she let her mind believe he may not of been her destiny. She cries at night when the house is quite, thinking of their nights of loving embraces.
( course )
She closes her eyes and thinks of him wondering if he can hear these words she is about to say to him. You can take my heart that I carry on my sleeve but please leave me with our sweet memories. You can break my soul so easily, tare down these walls that I put up to protect me. You can drive your truck out of my driveway, never to turn your head back to stare at me. I just want to ask you this one question, what more could I of done to be your only one?
( verse )
She sits at her diningroom table asking herself what more could she have done. If he had only told her of her mistakes, told her the things in his life that were missing maybe things would of ended differently, maybe together they would of always been. Teardrops fall in a puddle to the table, children going crazy around her. Her mind thinking of nothing more than what she had done to make him walk out of the door.
( course )
She closes her eyes and thinks of him wondering if he can hear these words she is about to say to him. You can take my heart that I carry on my sleeve but please leave me with our sweet memories. You can break my soul so easily, tare down these walls that I put up to protect me. You can drive your truck out of my driveway, never to turn your head back to stare at me. I just want to ask you this one question, what more could I of done to be your only one?
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