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Rain

Unbreakable Ties

I stare at the rain drops on my window, the simplicity of them and the delicate patterns they make, these use to be the days that my heart couldn't take. I felt the sky knew I needed to cry, and when it all washed away it insisted I give it another try. Now today as I listen to the softness of those falling drops, I breathe easier, I smile more. I take in the sights of the old being washed away, I inhale the sweet smells of promises of new days.

And today I write...again.

This use to be my favorite past time, a cluster of words strung together by rhyme. Feelings scribbled down on paper, from a head full thoughts, expressing emotions...alot of distraught. Poetry had broken my heart some time ago, and I needed to step away, needed to become stronger to come back another day. Now as I look out the window and ...

Chapter Two

Funny how things, places and people change.When the mind, the heart, they rearrange.

There's no more shackles, or chains, the heart is cleaned of past stains.

You were once at the bottom now free at the top, nothing to hold you down, or look back and stop.

It's a new journey and a new you, went through all the darkness to what is true.

Soaring high and never coming down, no more pausing to look around.

Finally reach the place you're meant to be, no more clouded vision, you're able to see.

It's a new journey and a new you, now turn the page darling, it's on to chapter two.

self control

Subtle similarities starting to surface

As I sit and wonder at the way you move

Everything I have ever known becoming unglued

Eyes of desire whispering sweet melodies to my soul

Paralyzed by a love so loud

Emotions over powering any chance of self control.

If Only..

I will be complete the day I feel your skin on mine, the day our hands touch softly, when my eyes can take in your beautiful existence.

I want to feel your firm shoulders, and rest my hands on your hips. The thought of running my fingers down your neck to embrace your collar bone.

If only I could look up at you, in innocence watching you, wanting you. My everything longs for you in the most sincere ways imaginable

But then the senses kick in...I want to taste your whole being...

I want all of you....

If only.....

Mirror Mirror on the Wall (not Disney rated)

Mirror mirror on the wall,

f*ck you and your wisdom, and everything you saw.

Mirror mirror on the wall,

who the f*ck do you really think you are.

Did I not look at myself and beg for truth?

but you silently looked back, like it was to much for you.

You chose to betray me right then and there.

yet you stood there staring hard, like it was at me that you glared

But why, for what reason, I knew not what I had done.

It was you, all knowing f*ucker, who burned me like the sun.

You who knew what lay ahead, by looking behind.

Yet all I got were gapped memories, the kind that left me blind.

And I swear I saw it, like a total jerk.

As I turned away crying, you laughed and did smirk.

What, were you trapped?

behind a black smeared glass wall?

Did you want to be done with this life afterall?

F*ck you, as you sit,

i...

Caged Soul

In a storm I lose focus, fall on blades of ice.

This is the story of my own demise.

I held onto a burden of the heavy heart kind

Grew up in a cage, to small for my mind.

So to fill a long and taught void, and release me from my prison

I chose to open my soul to grant me a vision.

But the hard thing about prisons, in which you are born.

They become a sort of home, one we absentmindedly look for.

I still yearn to seek out any type of place,

one filled with passion, where my soul can be embraced.

Perhaps then one day I would retun as a cage free dancing soul,

but for now I'm still trapped, wings are broken and wrapped.

Imagine

I've never tasted a star, but I imagine it would taste a lot like kissing you did.

I've never touched a constellation, but I would imagine it would feel a lot like holding your hand did.

If one day the sun explodes before me, I imagine it would remind me a lot of what it was like to look into your eyes.

Untitled

I rise with the moon, through the dark of the night, a cold breeze on my bare skin, I fly with time moving swiftly, and I'm never unsure throughout the process. I swim with the tides, with the depths of the oceans secrets, and drift as the water pulses through my blood. I dream with the trees and their gentle wise ways guiding, slowly swaying in the breeze. I am free, so sure of how life may seem, I am daring but with much grace, never a hint of hesitatin on my face. Curiousity still itches inside, I breathe the sweetness of the world, and never ache with exertion. But I ask could you still love me after discovering my secrets?

Ghosts

I can't say I woke up early because I haven't slept in days. I spent my sunrise in a strange cemetary, drinking cheap coffee, enamoured with the color of the sky. Killing time, burying it guiding fallen flowers back to the glory they deserve, mending broken flags, returning fallen angels to their granite clouds. Most of all trying to convince myself I could be okay if I tried, but, when it comes down to it, the only person that spends 6am with the dead is one that's still holding on to their ghosts.

Wanderer

As I step through the door and under a cool gloomy veil of a newborn night, I feel like coming to a home. And 'though the stars are distant and their light as cold as the black ground beneath my feet, I suffer no fear in letting the silver moon enter my soul. For in the darkness is when I am at my prime, in the silence of a wanderer is when all my senses come to life.


		2b2b2 says: Great Capture.....thanks for taking me along to that place....I soo can relate.....ONE poems by this commentor Itches' Brew SHADE Keeping LOVE UP
		DallasCowgirl says: Real thoughts.. Always makes the realest poetry.