from my heart to yours…
Hobbes, I wish That when we tried I’d been less broken And more alive. - That I’d been stronger And not that reed Bent and bruised Unsure of its own strength Or ability To grow straight and tall. - I wish that fate hadn’t scooped you up And dropped you on another continent Across the …
Pain or no pain, Happily ever after, or happily never after, We only have today to love or not to love.
When you lie down at night Do you think of me? Does my name Cross your mind Warm your heart Touch your lips In prayer? - Do you wonder if I, too, see the moon? Or the stars Suspended in azure Since the ones In your eyes Are hidden from my view? - I wake …
Would that I were glass. Tall slender cylinder containing water. Life-giving water. I would know the touch of your hand. I would know your lips on me, Repeatedly. I would bear the honor Of pouring into you That thing that soothes your tongue, Refreshes senses, Nourishes body. If. I were a glass. Would that I …
The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …
And he won't go away He's under my skin A part of my system That will not give in. It will not surrender The memory of touch The brightness of smile That I loved so much. I'd hoped it'd be natural A slow dissipation Like water from pavement An evaporation. Instead I'm possessed With faithful …
When you want to run away, But you don't, Because you know when you get Wherever it is you are going, You will still be there, That is when you are growing. When you look around And evaluate the actions of others Without allowing emotion, Need, Or desperation To cloud your vision, That is when …
I read _The Fifth Wave_ this week; A book I wanted to complete before seeing the movie. It was prose and science fiction in one book. I've never read a book quite like it. The characters are developed well and I bonded with a couple of them even while waiting to get a good grasp …
When I was young, maybe 18, I stood on top of a hill in Manchester, MI, and watched a summer storm come in. I stood in the rain and wind until my aunt made me come into the house for threat of lightning. It was thrilling and scary. I felt so small And so ALIVE. …
When I compare the woman I am today with the woman I was when I was young, I grieve. Young me was downright mean at times. I'm sorry for those days. Life has a way of teaching us what matters. Who matters. You sit on the couch, involved in a heated argument, and your mouth …
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