Love
and legs
and long hot nights
and longing
Pain
and pan sticks
and pretty dresses
and pretending
Time
and touches
and taught lessons
and tenderness
Struggle
and staying
and standing firm
and stupid mistakes
Distance
and desires
and desperate cries
and despair
Care
and candles
and cuddled talks
and cute stares
Fear
and fun and games
and foot massages
and feeling silly
Choice
and chasing
and chiseled muscles
and charred memories
Hope
and hugs
and hurting hearts
and happy endings
Sunday, April 26, 2009
sense me
kiss me and say with your tongue
what you would have said with your voice
kiss me and show me the pain
your tongue has felt and caused
kiss me and give me a taste of your passion
touch me and say with your hands
what you dare not say with your voice
touch me and let me know the lives
of your fingertips, their ups and downs
touch me and teach me to feel your strength
see me and say with your eyes
what you know to be true
see me and share the places you have been
and the people you have known
see me and give me a window into your world
what you would have said with your voice
kiss me and show me the pain
your tongue has felt and caused
kiss me and give me a taste of your passion
touch me and say with your hands
what you dare not say with your voice
touch me and let me know the lives
of your fingertips, their ups and downs
touch me and teach me to feel your strength
see me and say with your eyes
what you know to be true
see me and share the places you have been
and the people you have known
see me and give me a window into your world
audible smiles
The voice that I know so well,
sounds so different when you laugh;
a joy shared and multiplied
immediately upon release.
A voice used to express anger,
pain and frustration
is turned into a melodious sound
that is distinctly you...
A sweet singing of happiness
carried along in waves,
accompanied by smiles and radiant eyes.
The voice that I know so well
sounds so different,
so wonderful, so relaxing,
so energetic, so addictive,
so uniquely beautiful
when you laugh.
sounds so different when you laugh;
a joy shared and multiplied
immediately upon release.
A voice used to express anger,
pain and frustration
is turned into a melodious sound
that is distinctly you...
A sweet singing of happiness
carried along in waves,
accompanied by smiles and radiant eyes.
The voice that I know so well
sounds so different,
so wonderful, so relaxing,
so energetic, so addictive,
so uniquely beautiful
when you laugh.
eye sight
Eyes: the windows to his soul
are heavy with the weight of losing control;
are bright with fear of an unknown path
and filled with the calm of an experienced past;
are glazed with the release of his deepest pain
and glow with the joy released like rain;
they betray the expressions forced on his face
and ignite with desires he thought he misplaced.
are heavy with the weight of losing control;
are bright with fear of an unknown path
and filled with the calm of an experienced past;
are glazed with the release of his deepest pain
and glow with the joy released like rain;
they betray the expressions forced on his face
and ignite with desires he thought he misplaced.
destiny's crossroad
She leans her head upon his chest,
a lifetime in every sigh,
she can't believe he is here after all this time.
She tries to think that this is it,
the last time he will ever leave,
but her mind won't let go
of the thoughts her heart forced it to conceive.
Their life together, wrought with pleasure
and pain in equal measure,
has now become a circumstance
pregnant with potential in either direction.
None of them planned to end up there,
none of them chose...
a lifetime in every sigh,
she can't believe he is here after all this time.
She tries to think that this is it,
the last time he will ever leave,
but her mind won't let go
of the thoughts her heart forced it to conceive.
Their life together, wrought with pleasure
and pain in equal measure,
has now become a circumstance
pregnant with potential in either direction.
None of them planned to end up there,
none of them chose...
take five
five minutes to pen the burdens of the mind
five minutes to release the tension gained with time
five minutes to lay them all on the wanting page
only five minutes...
five minutes to release the tension gained with time
five minutes to lay them all on the wanting page
only five minutes...
scented flame
A sweet aroma fills the air,
a flame burns away the cares
leaving only an olfactory memory
- a new trigger that will stir the mind
in that direction from this day forward
a flame burns away the cares
leaving only an olfactory memory
- a new trigger that will stir the mind
in that direction from this day forward
Friday, April 24, 2009
debt
I am a bit of a miser and have (through no effort of my own) managed to be debt-free for quite a long time in my life. That has changed, simply because this life doesn't allow for it and not because I prefer life that way. I'm managing my debt and find that as long as I am on top of things, I don't get anxious about it.
Lately I realized that financial debt is not the only debt I try to escape. If there are files on my desk, they need to get off, and the more files come, the faster I move to get rid of them. The feeling I get when I owe someone something is transferred no matter what that something ends up being, whether it's work, money or my time. And the same feeling of satisfaction comes when I get the job done. Hmm, no wonder I work best under high work volume.
Personality connections are fascinating :)
Lately I realized that financial debt is not the only debt I try to escape. If there are files on my desk, they need to get off, and the more files come, the faster I move to get rid of them. The feeling I get when I owe someone something is transferred no matter what that something ends up being, whether it's work, money or my time. And the same feeling of satisfaction comes when I get the job done. Hmm, no wonder I work best under high work volume.
Personality connections are fascinating :)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
consequences
I didn't feel like letting the few rule my life and ruin my evening, but in the end, logic wins over emotion. It always does. But we never learn.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
tornado
The transformation of each of us with time in this life can be so drastic that we do not recognize our own selves or the others we used to know. It is always fascinating when people switch roles, or when emotions overturn without our control. Few times these changes meet or exceed our expectations, but most of the time they will catch us off guard and send our original expectations through a painful whirlwind.
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