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Here's some poems, feel free to tell me what you think
If you love someone nothing else matters if something else matters you don’t love them A woman A woman, so pale and lovely in my sight, walks wonderfully strong in her own light. In the past she lay peacefully in bed, a small child in my arms. And as a mother, she moved her hands, holding my swollen stomach removing pain. But will she ever again be my lover, moving my mind and reclaiming my heart? Nymphomania/unsatisfied Raging against the pull towards anyone who looks, Most of who misunderstand my feelings towards them. It's not their faces I see, it's who they are and what they are, their roles as father's suns, or single bodyparts. It's a curse I'd wish on no one, a raging wind, full of sand, hurting as it slams against my skin. And to leave it unsatisfied is hell on earth, yet that is the role I chose to live. Amour Now that I know the truth I wonder who she is, -the one your heart loves. It’s said yous seem to like each other and yet try as I might I can not hate. But finding a French love poem lying on your desk the thought of yous in be lying as we once did, I miss you. yet you were never the person I knew. As the purpose of our relationship has run it’s course to the full I know that now I’m the fool, since I still love you I needed you for what you were unable to give and no mater how much I changed, you never touched my soul. But you filled my laughter with joy. And now when you say that I still make you laugh, The clowns performance as your fool rings hurtful true So no one will hear my laughter ring out till I have grieved, till all my anger and happiness, sorrow and pain has been caged incompany with my love for you. Letting you go Slowly I’m letting you go, everyone says I should. I don’t want to, I love you. If I didn’t I wouldn’t but I’ve lost the fight and you don’t want me sleeping in your bed anymore. It’s over It’s over but I don’t believe it, you have left me for another, in the year that I need you most warm sun will shine in your face while the sea rain will run down mine. One Day They say one day, I will feel no pain. They say one day, I will met another. They say one day, I will not love you. Yes that day will come, but only when grass covers my grave. Again again I miss you again I think of you again I today I cried I Say I say to you, set me free, send me away. Let me be. But I pray to you, please don't let me go Love me. Privet Rain First here and now there. The knowing of you, knowing me, Gives me the want to see, a world so wide and fair. A world full of amazing senses Sweet smells and tempting tastes - a landscape of possible faces, But bright colors aren't solid bases For the person I seek in goodness and foolishness in strength and weakness is held in people I've met. And only when I become the person I truly am will I truly live to come a person I can love. Home God, you made her voice so lovely, deep, caring, warm, so reminiscent of home. -I remember how we used to talk of home. A place we felt in each others arms. Ghosts. Walking, with you at my side, I wonder as the women passing by. Your head drops, is it the slight acknowledge to a yesternight spent together or to just a midnight kiss? I’ll never dare ask, and it’s not my any more place. I’ll just wonder how stupid I was, and how many ghosts filled your bed. Smile There's a smile in the world leading me in the danceless ball Searching for the twin stars born of eyes held in a blue stone In the blue stone on a golden chain hung by a lover around a neck, A neck, white and sleek, -light snow on a winter's night And so I walk, yearning forever never to rest in my quest for strong and capable, nailbitten and raw, remembering her woman's hands Want! There is nothing in this world I want -but I'd like a good many things. Cute hair clips, sassy T-shirts, and of course sweet things to eat. But the verb to want, springs from need, and I need for nothing. Somewhere there is a silent whisper, "I need to be loved by you" But I can't destroy your life to forfill my need, and I refuse this imperfection. So in concession I write it at the top of the list, -I would like to be loved by her. |
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