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Tuesday, 8 July 2008
Here
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Poetry

The tears well up. Blink to hold them back. What do I do? What can I do? Nothing!!

Its inevitable and I feel it. I want for things to be different.

Could they ever really be? Or am I holding onto a dream that may never come.

I wait ... Wait to see what happens. Wait for the hurt to stop.

I can feel it when we touch. The butterflies are still there.

Do you know what you do to me? Could you understand how I feel?

Yes, someday when the pain stops. The tears still linger and I breath in to calm them.

I want keep telling you its ok. I want to hold you and never let go.

How did I end up like this? How could I let myself go like this?

I was so guarded at one point. So ready to hold on to myself.

Now all I want is to hold on to you. In your arms, holding you, kissing you.

Oh to be at that happy point again. Where nothing could touch me.

But I am here. This is where Ill be.

Waiting, Wishing, Hoping.


Posted by Smurfette at 1:26 AM MDT
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Monday, 7 July 2008
Thoughts
Mood:  cool
Topic: Poetry

Its hard to sleep.The silence of the night haunts me.But your touch calms me.Brings me back, Hold me close.Cool me with your kiss. I hold my breath and wait. Till I see you again. I look in your eyes and see beauty. A broken heart, A broken spirit. This may not last, and I know this. Time can change everything. Even when we don't want it too. I am here waiting seeing. Not knowing what tomorrow will bring. I am happy, content, and willing. I can not fix broken hearts. My own is still in pieces. Every past relationships has a piece, and it stings. Knowing that somewhere out there someone els has a piece. No matter how big or how small the tiniest but can mangle you. But as my mind stops the silence grows louder. Not as haunting as before. Still there waiting for the chance to close up.Swallow me. Sleep soon comes, and fills me with more thoughts. Some old that rip me apart. Some new that fill my heart. My heart races, and I burn with fear. Yet I don't know what to be afraid of. Is it the past? Is it the future. I am drawn back to you, and it washes away. The beat slows, and I can breath deeply again. Soaking in the thought of a new day to come. Sleep comes again but I am ready. Keeping my thoughts on you I can dream peacefully.

 


Posted by Smurfette at 1:28 AM MDT
Updated: Monday, 7 July 2008 1:41 AM MDT
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Sunday, 6 July 2008
You
Mood:  happy
Topic: Poetry

Your smile makes me melt.

Your kiss makes me shiver.

Your touch makes me quiver.

You take my breath away when I'm near you.

But you are broken.

A piece of you was left behind.

I cant fix the broken, and yet I'm here stuck in your gaze.

Longing to know you in so many ways.

One day it will come not knowing when.

But the understanding is there.

Your broken but you let me in.


Posted by Smurfette at 5:36 PM MDT
Updated: Monday, 7 July 2008 1:25 AM MDT
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An Apology
Mood:  don't ask
Topic: Poetry

An apology came in.

I didn't understand it.

Garbled words, and empty expressions.

Did you hurt that bad?

I told you I forgave you.

But you didn't understand.

I forgave you once.

I forgave you twice.

Yet you repeated once again.

I'm over it I'm through with it.

Please Drop it!


Posted by Smurfette at 5:33 PM MDT
Updated: Monday, 7 July 2008 1:26 AM MDT
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The Words
Mood:  bright
Topic: Poetry

The Word

The Words I wish to say flow from my pen.

My tung gets tied and I stumble with words.

But not here not now not with my pen.

The words flow and leave with ease.

I can say what I want and how I want, and it comes out right.

Not a fumble not a stumble.

Just clear and true.

From my heart and my mind not my tung and my eyes.

It is easier when I write.

It is slow and precise.

Just the way it should be not quick and random.

But to the point from the heart.


Posted by Smurfette at 5:32 PM MDT
Updated: Monday, 7 July 2008 1:27 AM MDT
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