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Poetry
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| This is dedicated to all those who love to read poetry. I hope these words can bring countless thoughts of enjoyment to everyone who ponders upon them. |
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| Poetry can ease the soul and calm ones heart! |
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| Without any thought, without any words I would in an instance live my life; only loving you. And you wouldn’t only know it by every action of mine or saying that I might speak, but the indescribable feeling, the warmth and comfort, the gladness and joys that make everything I do and say worth doing and worth saying. It is as if my head was meant to rest upon your shoulder and my arms are here only for your embrace. The way your voice makes my heart skip a beat, it is as if your words were made to heal me. All I want to do is go through life seeing how much I can just make you smile. And I realize that a crime was committed in our lives; you have stolen my heart. And hopefully one day - I will be just as guilty. If anything would equal perfection, it would be my eyes when I look at you. One glimpse of your beauty than I could look anywhere at anything on any occasion with gladness. Every time I look in the mirror; I see you next to me. Every time I dream you’re right there next to me. But then the only real thing is the mirror or the dream and not you. If what I say is false and if what I feel is true, than my life would have meaning because you complete me-you are the last piece of the puzzle, my heart. Which can only mean-Now I Can Love. It’s not by any road we take or path we might follow that we get to that one person that changes our lives forever. But rather it’s the decisions we make on those roads and pathways. For we pass a multitude of people and yet we ask ourselves-"could this be the love of my life?". And when the final decision and answer to the question is reached-I’ll take one last look, one last step, and one last breath out of this lonely life. To make you happy is the greatest happiness. The love I have is what I want to give to you. The love you are searching for is what I hope to be. The love that I am missing is what you prove to be. And to find that love-you have my help, even if it’s not me. Any distance I’ll travel, any bridge I’ll cross, any risk I’ll take just to see a simple reflection of happiness on your face. A gentle breeze covers this world almost as a messenger to those who need it. In some ways I am that gentle breeze and the message I carry is the want to fulfill all your desires. But all I can ask is that you listen-for so many times this breeze has passed and yet it remained silent to you. You paid no mind to it, no attention was given-so the message remained everlasting; waiting for one moment in time when you will recognize it’s passing. For then it will be a message no more, but rather a feeling-a feeling that we share. And that feeling, I promise, will be endless. As the sun reaches out to me, I make only one casted impression on the earth. Am I destined to walk beside only one shadow? Is it that the answer to why presents too much of a giving? All that is in my ability is thrown as to swallow up my imperfections with sacrifices. Try to make it past the little white lies, the small arguments that turn great, the disappointments, the tears, the sadness, the times we feel down, the moments we feel alone, and the point in our lives when we feel nothing can help. Anything for your laughter, anything for your crys of joy. Anything I would do to hear such things. For when your anger is amiss, there is nothing that pierces my heart so deeply as to make an unremovable mark in my life. A mark that everytime touched, echoes feelings of want. A mark everytime gazed at, recalls the attraction of your smile. A mark everytime thought of, can mirror the same thoughts of perfection that we long for. The want I feel is your presence. The smile I gazed at is the reflection of your happiness. The perfect thought is of being with you. To be without your company is to be without a soul-it is an impossability. No longer will I walk beside one shadow. As my body is fouled into what seems an endless suffering, the ache of my bones cry a yearning of deliverance. As my plagued breath leaves my soul, I crinch so as not to lose my fading hope. For even though this tunnel is blackened by the shadows of lifes sickness, my eyes, focused and determined watches as light seeps through the tease of small openings in the clouds, revealing that fading hope which starts to press harder and deeper until finally it becomes whole. My heart enters a room of mirrors. My trust of reasoning is overtaken. Confusion sets in and I sadly welcome my fears. Not knowing where my heart lay, it shatters my whole being. The deluge is spliced, the banquet divided. The soul that cushions my heart can no longer guard my decisions. Faded and plunged into a dark vexation-thoughts of a unity become just my own. And alas, my heart stays with me. For I am alone. I am Entrapped by a fear of tearing your heart in two. A pain I could not live with, nor let you experience. I am Running in a direction with no end. No end nor beginning-for my feelings have no boundaries when they're for you. I am Incapable of a thought without YOU. Your name screams to me even with a blink of my eye. I am Never yours according to your will. But you will be forever MINE! Romeo's Plight I write you now of stone and steel an eternal carving of expressions last thought. I dare not look upon your empty soul. Rather I shall recall the days as a vision clear, when both our lungs shared the same air. When I was yours Complete. The whispers we shared at the evening masquerade how I remember as a dream. And even though the stars were concealed by the Capulet ceiling they would bring no justice to the beauty you posses. To hear your thoughts aloud upon the high stature of your balcony were as if angels were throwing Gods grace at me from heaven. Too much sense made the walls between us an unbreakable type. Families torn, as companions grasp the swords handle. A love written in pages as a fairy tale to enlighten our descendants. A struggle so constant, secrets became our lingo. The very thought of belonging defined. For how is it that great love can be distinguished unless surrounded by the pain of hate. As the pedals of a rose gain more splendor surrounded by the prickling of its thorns. Now at thine most pivital point, lifes hell has fallen upon thee. How thine cruel world yields such unescapable bonds. May our blood be a union through this penciled steel. Asleep I left you veiled so as to be blind. Asleep I now join you as my awakened state bears only the last name of my beloved enemy. I say unto thee...Juliet oh Juliet, where art thou Juliet! There is just a small sample. I hope you liked it. Thanks guys for forcing me to put this on here.(J/K) |
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