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I'm in a relationship with someone but I'm too nervous to write about them for the silent writers prompt????
unicorns are real and so are pegasi pegasi sometimes have a unicorn horn or is it the other way around
It’s probably both.
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She is brittle like a blade of grass. Lithe and graceful in her way with words and worlds, she handles me well with hands that know open palms as well as clenched fists. She is a fighter. A warrior. She carries a pen like a samurai sword or a rifle, her words are soft bullets that punch through skin as easily as the real ones, And in this world where they say that women have no place on the front lines it is funny that that's exactly where we are; my love runs deeper than trenches dug in deserts far away that I may yet come to know and she never will. My love is endless as the air we breathe - we are one in this earth as much as we are separated by it.
She Handles Me Well
starshine in your eyes brilliant glow from inside
bathing me in your affection sweeping me away blissfully
telling sweet stories betraying your intentions
hinting at your secrets letting me read your mind
what a beautiful onslaught of tender endearments
all over me, all over you luxurious radiance of love
Darling Buds of April
My heart was once but a patch of grass, alive as all hearts are but singular in color and adornment. Green the grass, the jealous spread seeking a love that could turn it to a garden rich. I trimmed its wild exhuberance to keep it from gathering weeds, took to its edges so lines would not blur. Clean lines as proof that i still cared for self and could care for more besides. I gave it water and hoped for a single seed to take root below its soft surface. It was Spring, quite appropriately, when she wandered past my picket fence with a smile like golden sunshine. She stopped to take my hand with emerald thumbs, sapphire fingers and ruby palms. Stark contrast to my dirt stained own. She spoke and gentle rain began to fall across my fragile patch of lawn and i lost all track of time, so full of life and color was her voice but when i turned to invite her into my yard all i saw before me gave cause to weep and sing. Lavender. Great, vibrant rows of lavender from gate to stoop. Bees and hummingbirds all dancing up and down the newly blooming beds. Such warmth emanated from these perfumed bushels that i forgot all labors and aches i had accumulated over the years of toil and i knew, Flower of my Heart, that Spring would not let our garden receed to simple blades of green ever again
Journey of Love
Endless counts between a pulse breathless gasps inside a whisper lines written for another ingested by my heart you know me, I am her that dream that wish that desire that lives… here…now longing curls around your words as silence never spills my heart my lips never speak my hands shake, but never write I ride along loving your journey each poem catching my wings lifting me in sweet sonnets lullabies of endless love… my heart yearns for something I may never have
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To your Face
If I could see you, If I could know what it would be, To do the things I want
To your face.
To trace you for the first time; My fingers on unchartered territory.
To run them swiftly across, Lining your bones under your cheeks. Like words carved out in stone And your skin, just as cold Beneath mine; my fingertips Then treading cautiously..
To your lips that seldom smile; Oh that precious rare smile. Like Life breathed into Death And your kiss, just as ephemeral. Ending a search gone far too long; My hand would easily then rest..
On your chest that which you call hollow; But I hear its sound.. That beating heart, unhealed scars.
And I’ll look in your eyes, Those stars that shine; Only for the chosen ones, Sealing my own choice.
But only if I could see you If I could know you To tell you all this
To your face.
definition of unrequited
The keenness of the hurt emblazoned across the heart hope every day drawing you away to log on and see what new wonders there may be the life and energy leaves your jaw slack and still they don't follow you back
Crushed
Crushed
when there
is no new update
on your dash
so you dash to theirs
to see if some new treasure
is there
to unfold
