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Chernobyl's StoryI remember exactly where I was the day the reactors melted. The town was quiet, just a normal work day for everyone. Women were home cleaning and cooking; children were busy learning in the local school; men were working at the plants. On days like this the cement streets were nearly silent. A few stray animals ran between the buildings trying to find a scrap of food to eat, but most were unsuccessful. In a desolate town like this, nothing was wasted. There was barely enough to go around as it was. The men could work as hard as they wanted in the plants, but their meager pay would never amount to enough to feed a small family of three.
I was traversing the outskirts of the town around sunset, trying to hunt down a small animal to feed myself for the evening when the alarms sounded. The horrific screeches of the alarms came in short pulses of three. Three. The number of alarms you never wanted to hear. I whipped my head in the direction of the town. The once barely breathing streets wer
serves for life, for truth, and for status. Its chief use for life is sustenance for the soul; for truth, is in finding one's true self; and for status, is the feeling of greatest importance. To spend too much time in love is lust; to use it too much for truth is fantasy; to demand status is unjust. Wasteful people squander love, ignorant people abuse it, and reasonable people cherish it. Love not to question and order, nor to beg and plead, nor to feign and desire, but to honor and be equal. Demanding maketh a desperate person, controlling a spoiled person, and loving a true person. So if a person's heart be stolen, let him search the ends of the earth for its thief, if his heart be damaged in the process, let him begin the mending with a new. Amor est spiritus qui nos alet. So every heart may find safe harbor in true love.
Widening the GapWe're so in tune with each other. The rhythm we move to is perfectly in sync. We can feel the beat so deep within our souls that are movements are innate.
There's never any questioning or second guessing.
It takes years to build skill and trust like this. With one fluid motion the bows are drawn across the strings and the ost beautiful melodies are created.
It's days like these that magic is created.
Please tell me where the magic and trust has gone. Evaporated in the air forever. Gone for an unknown amount of time.
The music is still made, but the passion is over. That unspoken bond between stand partners is no longer a safe one...
But the silence is sure strong.
Good-Bye My AngelI guess this is a formal good-bye. We never really had one did we? I can't blame you for that though. You had to leave and I had my own life to deal with. I think about you often though. Never doubt that.
Thinking back on it, you took a while to trust me. I never pushed you. I understood your fear of new people. My heart skipped a beat when you climbed into my lap for the first time and rested your head on my knee. It started from there, didn't it?
God must have known I needed an angel.
So He sent me you.
YOu wagged your tail so feriously every time you saw me that your whole body would shake. If I didn't play fetch with you, you go crabby and shoved one of your slime covered balls into my heart. You would've kept on playing till your heart burst. Wouldn't you? And if I ever dared to stop petting you, I would find you sitting in my lap, demanding for an explanation. I couldn't help but laugh at you. It was after all quite adorable.
I'm sorry I wasn't there when you left. You held on so
One YearJust a note for you, Love...
Words cannot quite express how this past
year has made me feel. The laughs, the smiles,
the hugs, the kisses. They all became part of the
wonder that is you. My world lit up that night I met
you. One year later, that light is shining brighter than ever.
You promised me forever with a feather-light kiss
and calmed all of my fears with a strong embrace.
For the past year you were my shoulder to cry on,
my late night phone call just to chat, my avid movie
watching companion, my "singing to the steering wheel"
band mate, my fellow dedicated sports fan. But most of all...my best friend.
The holes in my heart have been healed and I can
say it has never beat so soundly in my life. You've
worked your way into my heart.
And it's somewhere you will always stay.
Would You?Can you feel the sunlight on the
dark side of the moon?
Or catch the beauty of a rainbow
from the sky?
Would a humming bird still flutter,
Or the rain continue to fall,
If all the flowers in the world ceased
Can you feel the thunder of the
ocean in your soul?
Or catch the magic stardust from
a comet flying by?
Would you take my hand,
Or hold me close at night,
If I promised you forever with
all of the love in my heart?
Laugh and jump around
Clap your hands to the beat
It doesn't matter who you are
Spin and twirl
Forget all of your worries
So I'm in love with this person that treats me just right.
I can't help but smile at the thought.
To think it's been nearly eight months.
I swear it was just yesterday when we met.
My friends think we're amazing,
And believe it can last.
I have no doubt in my mind.
I've fallen 100%.
DiscreetWhat I miss most is not the sex
but the moments that slipped quietly by
like brushing our teeth together
in matching pajamas, you turning
to me and saying, pasty foam
running down your chin,
“You know what love is?
Love is being stupid together.”
Passions RevivedBroken, like a stained glass window, laying in colored pieces of a heart on the floor
Shattered, like a pane of glass, muddied as it lays on the earth below
Splintered, like the finest of crystal, slivers lying like sharp icicles on the snow
Tears, like tiny rivers, silver crystal streams that flow from the soul
Questions lay unanswered as words fall as whispers into my palm
Why is a word cursed, a three letter incantation cast forth as a wicked spawn
How is now a nowhere route, ending in a dirt road of barbed wire drawn
But is a period, an echo of nothingness that spills out into the shadows before dawn
A heart can break, a soul can shatter, a spirit can splinter - so is the destruction
And yet, there lingers a tiny flicker of a flame, piercing through it all with a candle’s obstruction
Bearing in its firey fingers supernatural flowers of tiny echoes that repeat ore as in a bell tower
Hang on to your passion, let it not be ever squandered, nor let it be stolen by evil powe
Reflections of Loves Gone ByReflections of loves gone by shimmer through the night
Like fractured colors of a prism of all that once felt right
Chills surround my heart as I feel once again the pain
Of the words good bye stinging and cause my soul to strain
To hang on, hang on, hang on, and believe again
That my life is worth the finding of love true
Snow falling outside reminds me that all were unique in their way
Some were kind, some were gentle some cut as thunderstorm’s lightening sprays
Burning me in ways beyond any human conscious of any human hand
Flames erupt and magic fills my room, piercing the dark with a gift grand
All begins to be burned away in the kindness of your touch upon my skin
The knowledge of passion felt begins to bloom as spring once again
My soul burns with the soft rays of a warm sun, words whispered are a precious raining
What is to come who can say, what is to be is beyond any understanding
But I rise to find a new day, and in your trust I find a new way
A path strewn now not wit
aphrodite had her brutal lovers.my books listen to my 3am whispers and absorb my tears.
their creases fold like mine and bookmark old affairs-
but leave me hanging like drapes on the broken bed posts.
every fire-ridden song comes with ghosts.
they make sweet love to my ears, treasure me;
but they tend to do their time and leave, sting like a bee.
a temporary fill-- like a one-night stand
but like many things, their aftereffects may come unplanned.
coffee was the bad boy; entoxicating like a drug.
snuck him in at midnight, he was one bad thug.
he kept me up all night and made me scream-
but for the record, he was a bitter teenage dream.
speaking of dreams, is sleep not pure bliss?
the darkness gives me the best goodnight kiss.
it wraps me up as if to keep me safe in it's heat-
only to /burn/ me at the fucking stake, my nightmares uncomplete.
whisper, sweet prince, i'm delirious.
but fuck, handsome, let's be serious.
i'm running out of words to describe my feelings--
bargaining with the devil, basking in his dealings.
Another fallen Pin up girl.Sometimes I think of you together.
Jealousy settles in it's course
Then I remember...
Me and her we're a like..
That round style face
The Dark hair..
The quirky interests..
The fact that she is now
What I used to be ..
And what was I ?
A pin up girl for your wall
Bent around the edges
With only time to wear me down..
Cher, Ex Amant[Dear, ex lover]
Cher, ex amant
I promise to get rid of the poems
you’ve written for me,
to forget the late night talks we’ve shared,
And marry a man that will care.
I’ll give my heart to him,
The way I was never able to give it to you,
and when I have a daughter,
I promise to look at the innocence in her eyes,
Hold on to her naivety.
When she falls in love
And gets her heart broken,
I’ll write strength down her spine,
fill it with independence
while whispering your name in my pillow.
If she asks me what I said,
I’ll tell her that I know how it feels
to love someone so much
that it feels as if your heart might burst.
I’ll tell her that she needs to be strong,
to ignore the acidic butterfly in her stomach,
that feels as if they want to rip out
and fly away.
white/shadowwhite/shadow 3/7/14 ©
there is such eloquence suffused into your skin
the tips of my fingers trail skeins of poetry as they glide
over the succulent and luscious curves of your body.
you are a kind of redemption to me
you exist in a place beyond even the most
of my intricate and esoteric words
and words are one of my mightiest magicks
something I was both born to and spent years honing
you are ineffable…
though I certainly try.
how can I speak
either of the radiance of your reluctant smile
or of the incandescent and fierce joy
that dawns across my face when I so much as think of you?
the algorithm of fractals
written into the deepest fabrics of life
perhaps can come close to the definition
of the ways in which you and I are interwoven,
the strains of the most glorious symphony
can perhaps but begin to evoke the ecstatic state
we share as our skin brushes against one another.
you are an exponential, logarithmic catalyst
to the actions I already take
upon my o
Lost Within YouI found you, distraught and a disaster, wild red hair
baggy t-shirts and jeans covered in paint I knew I loved you
from the minute our eyes met at that concert, our souls resonated
together in unison that night, I did everything I could in my power to help
put you back together, and to lead you to the light, it consumed my
soul like wildfire, the potential that I saw a small seed within
you, I wanted to see it blossom and flourish to spring to life,
the amazing woman that I saw within you hidden beneath
layers of sorrow and sadness it was exhausting and
frustrating so many times over but I loved you
unlike any other, so I pushed through and I
never let go, no matter how crazy our
love got, it was our crazy love, I
never dreamed that in the end
we would walk separate
ways after five long
years, never did I
dream I could
In the end you found your way, your potential
blossomed into the fullness that I always knew was
possible, and in the end it was your steps and your h
The Taste of PoetryYou taste like poetry.
Lips like Frost's road less traveled.
Eyes like Longfellow's days of sunshine.
You smell like autumn and summer;
the scent of changing leaves in your hair,
the sweetness of blue skies in your face.
You sound like a storm.
Voice soft as rain against the windows,
words rolling like thunder through dreams.
You remind me of red.
Your moods are cerise blooming flowers.
Your warmth glowing like coals.
19 BeatsJust listen to my heart and feel the steady beats.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
The rhythm will never change.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
As long as you are here with me.
Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.
You steadied the pattern and patched up the holes.
Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen.
My life began again when we said "Hello"
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