Captivated by the thought of your touch,
There is a yearning untold by man
that envelopes my soul,
And I am powerless against it.
With every fiber of my being,
I rush to capture the words and thoughts
Racing through my mind and heart,
But nothing comes of it.
Speechless,
I clasp onto the only word
that could remotely suffice:
LOVE
I Love You,
But sadly the word sounds
too miniscule
In compairons to my feelings.
Though, for now, my love, it will have to do;
I'm in a constant ephermal state
Because of the thought of you, and
Your Boundless Love.
A white house, not ornate, nor beautiful,
Just a simple little white house;
It stood like a crippled man,
Leaning, and on its last leg;
The familiar smell consisted of:
Wet leaves, old dust, and spirits;
The household is now just a memory
With children running under mother\'s feet,
And father yelling at mother and children.
The sounds of the house radiated out
Through the walls and the neighborhood.
The sound was not of cheer, but of tragedy:
An overpowering yell welled up over
The sounds of muffled cries in pillows;
Then it happened; like the man,
The heart of the house collapsed to pieces.
The sight, also just a memory,
Wa
A work of pure plaster she had become,
Beautiful as Pygmalion's masterpiece, but
As deadly as Athena herself;
He loved her, of what she was
A mold, a creation of his own special treatment;
Her beauty had been hidden long,
Behind a mask of intelligence and fashion apathy.
When their love had come to be,
She changed for him; She became his angel,
Drinking and tasting of what he had to give her.
He gloated over her day in and out,
But as all happenings do, things changed,
She reclaimed her original form,
Only for a few hours in the dead of night,
Haunting him with her past
Until it just near killed him.
Guilt linger on till mor
In a few more minutes
It will be another day
A glorious time,
For it will mark yet
Another day of knowing you.
My senses will be filled anew,
As will my being,
For with you,
There is nothing to be
Unhappy or depressed about,
You and I are one, my love.
And now as the day
Rolls out and another in,
All I know washes away
As I calmly rest my head
And I drift into another dream
Of our love and an eternity together.
Eight of the clock,
He was not home,
But he would be at any time now,
And in only one certain condition.
It was a bad hour;
The children knew what would come,
And with no more than a suggestion,
They stopped all work and play.
A big light was dimmed down;
Paperwork stuffed in all bags,
With bags thrust sloppily out of the way;
Two children prepared themselves for bed.
The third and oldest child
Took her place in the kitchen
Preparing the foor for when he came home,
While the mother waited by the door.
Eight thirty...
A screech of tires announced an arrival
Slammed doors and and angry growl
Told the oldest child he had enter
Poetry was always
An art form I was never good at;
Too little was to be said or given,
However, now it\'s different.
Though my technique hasn\'t changed,
My outlook has
Poetry is a form of writing
Illusions, truth, fiction, history.
There does not need to be
A set standard,
One can write little or
Be verbose and write a lot.
That\'s what makes poetry
An interesting art form
One of which I happily add to
Despite my belief in my lack of talent thereof.
The Reaper will be there
Again tonight as always,
He will never change
Despite my fervent prayers,
Signifying my hopeless situation.
I will be caught
Yet again tonight as always before,
Because, just like the man,
There is no hope of escape left,
Signifying the neglect of loss.
The Grim, Death, will be there
Again tonight in my dreams,
A man he will always be, but
In dreams taking another form:
The form of false hopes and lost dreams.
Your compassion keeps me warm
At the wee hours of the night,
While knowing you
I have rediscovered a
Long lost friend....pleasant dreams.
Nights were once a difficult time
What with dreaming terrible dreams,
However, now all that has
Dissipated into warmth
Thanks to your compassion.
Now dreams once darkened
By cold, unwelcomed thoughts and feelings
Have become bright and cheerful
An indicator of hope, not despair,
And true happiness.
But knowing when I lay my head down
That your very presence will change
My dreams from darkness to light
Makes sleep an option once more
And dreaming a hope-filled venture.
It is all thanks t
Keep me near
Keep me close
Keep believing against all fear
A world exists outside your own
Keep Vigilant against harm
A light will appear at the tunnel\'s end
Keep a light burning
Hope is there always
Keep me close
Here you shall find your solace.
Current Residence: Queensland, Australia Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock MP3 player of choice: Winamp Favourite cartoon character: Marvin the Martian Personal Quote: "Make it happen!"
Hiya! ^.^ You must watch the Anime Now and Then. Here and There? That s/n is how I found ya! ^-^ *One of my favvie anime charas ever.
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and Hello-ya~!
That's good you've found a place. Such a shame it's no where near me, but oh well. I'm sure everything will work out well for you. G'luck! And thanks for the vote of confidence!! hehe