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Turn your head, love isn't a message in a bottle
Turn your head, love isn’t a message in a bottle
Written by a decorated queen
To the deepest of the nights that we walked,
An indrawn breath.
The warmth hits first.
All you've done, and yet to do,
what's best for you.
Just look and see.
Turn your head.
It stands before you, here in my eyes
there is a r i s i n g sensation of the world.
With the touch of my hand, the whisper of my words,
can give you a world of my making, one that lives in my mind.
Let you in, show you around,
and ask if you'll call this place your own.
So complete; an indrawn breath,
I don't know what I did
But darling, it's alright.
I can thank you, today and every day, with the caress of mine.
Love is not a passing appreciation for a small favor,
Yet each word echoes straight from the heart.
Our lips becoming one, and I'm melting into you.
The height of temptation.
Because darling in this night we can call our home.
Blissful Desire Like a soft blossom you tingle and twirl.
Your hair like wisps of little fairies, tickling me every so often.
Soft moans would escape from those beautiful cherry lips.
It was my moment to shine, to take, to grip you and hold you firmly.
To not let you escape my grasp.
Roses seem to be redRoses seem to be red,
While violets are blue,
And sugar is surely sweet.
Yet not as delectable as you.
No, no, no, let me start over.
Roses seem to be like twirling petals on this glorious day,
While violets just are my favorite shade of color.
And sugar tastes as delicious as that cake you baked just for me.
But not as sweet as th
353 days, 8495 hours, 509808 minutesTo a future that holds no dates.
For a countdown that has no end.
Oh woe, what comes from the place where there is no color?
When the world swirls the sky of grey and white.
Yes, I believe there was once a way to distinguish what day was which.
And now there is just nothing but a blur of color.
Of love, of passion, and of hopes.
Where dreams come true, yet a place where pain still has its time and place.
Has a date on the wall, in the heart, in the engraved scars.
Be blinded - I am blindedI found a funny poem and I thought I would let you know, I spoke quickly interrupting his attention…
A chuckle rose from my lips, his stare turning to wait patiently for the joke.
“I just want someone who will open their arms… for me to run into and hold me,”
A pause to break up the sentence of this poem,
“While I cry and will do anything… to climb my walls, no matter what it takes.”
A twitch of his lips breaks the barriers and suddenly I see that sm
Countdown to fineSomehow today I said that I was okay,
That I was fine.
I told of how I was happy… somehow it was not lie.
But now as I turn my head into your pillow, I press my face firmly into your sheets.
Angels markArms rose up to the burning sky.
Orange mixed with yellow sprayed out against the landscape above, untouched by human hands.
The light filtered down and warmed up every inch of my skin left exposed.
Though the sun was trying to hide behind its mountain friend, I knew that it would return.
There would be another day, another supposed glorious day.
Yet as my eyes focused closer to my fingertips, the blood dripped down like tiny rivers.
Why did there have to be another waking of the sun so high above?
The winds began to bustle past lifting up my skirt to meet it.
The ribbons that were worn and frayed seemed to suddenly have life once more;
Although I myself did not feel the same.
How could I, when all I could see for miles around was nothing but the grass? No life insight.
My strength faded as soon as the wind seemed too die, my knees rattled under the skirt.
That rattling turned to fear and I collapsed for none to see.
Hands outstretched it took the impact.
Heat seemed to rise up through
In case I dieIt is with a heavy heart that I read this to all of you,
(Yes, such a heavy heart)
Here lies a girl that turned to women, before life decided to steal it all away.
With tears I am sure that you have all cried or will continue too,
She leaves this world without a thought of you.
Or at least without a thoughtful one.
Now as I speak these words do take it however you may,
“Yes family, it is with great condolences that I have left you all of the material world.
I was just too damned impulsive.
I wasn’t the perfect little angel.
I did what I wanted and let the hurt, stop hurting me.
I raced the knife you wrough
Never askedIt’s r u n n i n g , it’s burning
… it’s ecstasy.
and it’s hot.
I tremble violently as I feel the rage sets in place.
It is nameless but it needs not have one this night.
I slip my hips to the side, the fire only racing up inside of me.
It’s mindless and I let it blind my eyes to the world outside my window.
The phone from my hand slips through my fingertips, it bounces to the floor below.
Not a care in the world, I could be whatever I need to be.
I am the changer; I feel every inch of my flesh burn as the blood pushes through my veins.
My thoughts turn to muddled words,
than to nothing but intense emotions that holds faces.
I sense the creeping smirk that seems to escape my mask of a face.
I snap my head to the side and let my anger control me. First it starts with the arms.
They rise slowly above my head, first trailing up my waist to my chest.
Snapping down they fin
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
how to love a girl who can't love herself.get lost under the sun, then
fight the break of dawn.
i am nothing in the dark,
so show me
walk with me,
to the secret place
where i met you
(those turquoise city dreams)
when the sun goes down,
when the moon shines,
(girl of the ocean, let's go
somewhere only we know.)
please, i beg you.
winter me gently, because the earth laughs in flowers, and
red red roses, they're so beautifully
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
TnM- del odio al amor solo hay un pasoTnM- del odio al amor solo hay un paso
Fred: Thomas porque quieres enamora a mi prima
Thomas: Fred la amo aún ella no me conozca yo la amo
Fred: bueno Thomas solo te aviso no la hagas daño por favor
Thomas: no te preocupes no la haré daño nunca
Un Romance o más o menos...
Marie: me puedes dejar de seguir por favor
Thomas: no hasta que admites que estás enamorada de mi
Marie: eso nunca
Jazz: pero Marie porque no te acercas a él no es malo
Marie: eso parece pero después te rompe el corazón
Jazz: Marie solo porque te rompieron el corazón dos veces no signifique que todo son así
Marie: no es verdad a mi primero me ilusionaron después me rompieron el corazón después me engañaron
Marie: porque me hace esto todos *con lagrimas en los ojos*
Marie: Lucas mi amor y que hacemos hoy?
Lucas: Marie necesitamos hablar
Marie: de que amor
Lucas: creo que tene
Rocky Mountain Love Poem
It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done
to be so in love with you and so alone...
welcome to my morning
welcome to my day
life in the city can make you crazy
can't see the sun for the smog
but if I had a wish that I could give you
I'd make a wish for sunshine all the while
lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
please, close your eyes and rest your weary mind
I promise, I will stay right here beside you
we'll talk of poems, prayers, and promises...
things that we believe in
together we'll reach for the heavens, and hope for the future
I tell you now, I've seen it raining fire in the sky
yet fear not, my love, I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your hand
I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow
sorry, love, that I must leave you once again
I'm searching for answers to questions unknown
kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you'll wait for me
hold me like you'll never let me go
you fill up my senses, dear one
and though I must leave f
The begining, the moveMy hand began to move, telling its tale, weaving it through your hair.
A twitch and I paused to linger just beside your neck.
Your breaths were deep and calm, as if you were dead asleep.
"A dead man walking", as you once would have called yourself, yet here you lay.
Completely and utterly alive…
…despite your Dearest Agony's best efforts.
I could remember when all seemed hopeless, when we were not as one.
As I closed my eyes, I shivered as it suddenly came before my eyes.
Bound by chains both, our arms grasping towards the other across the floor.
Growls they echoed against the walls the nightmares were coming.
Your Dearest Agony snickered in the darkness, her arms snaking about your waist.
I hissed but felt my misery grasp my neck and force me down upon one knee.
Like animals we tried to escape, to be free.
The fire in your eyes had dimmed, burnt out like the greyed sky behind our bars.
They had been the color of shadows since before I had entered your cell.
With a shaky hal
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