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Added: 2005-10-22

updated: 07-08-07

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roxanne
akane
moon bloodgood
ms. 99
jermaine, goth girl
little miss giggles
meredith
little miss punch drunk
wild rose
'i'm not perky...but i want to be.'
little miss forgetful
Like the sands on the beach are the sentences that begin with 'why?'
"Well. I see that you're finally ready to start learning the correct way of conducting human communication, Tezuka."
( ... )

it didn't hurt yesterday
when i remembered the time you turned your back on me
for the first time in five years
the memories of you are starting to fade
twilight is the setting of our defunct relationship
trying to have no more salt water regrets
or self pity parties
knowing soon i will have to move on from
the marker i erected of this withered connection
no more excuses
no trying to massage a muscle that can not be broken
i've heard from others you found someone else
i want to be happy for you
but have to shed the chains i bound myself in anger first
the bitterness is no longer incendiary but i allow it to fester
maybe when i take the first step away
distance will eventually complete this recovery process
i have mired myself in
one day, once again
i hope to think of you, smile
and put this bed
and never look back

her mother and her friend reminded her
on separate occasions
sometimes you can re-visit the past
a murky environment in your memories
of first time sensations and disconnected attachments
and be pleasantly surprised by the reunion
and wanting to try again
at other times you decide to wash the bitter taste out of your mouth
not wanting to go back to being the one
who constantly called asking to be included
because no invitation was ever forthcoming
and then there are the times you feel stuck in traction
inertia is your excuse for not moving forwards or back
and no one else can persuade to move the little voice
sings in the back of your head


A myriad of ideals can cloud the mind but do you ever remember to write them down?


this ache/scar is a badge of honour worn inside my ice encrusted heart
tears never shed, emotions stagnant too long because of no release
muscles clenched too long to relax

Betrayal burns sharper from the hand that once protected her.
He who once was admirable is now dark.

 absence
is a double edged sword cloaked in
the beauty and the pain/heartbreak

my tear stained sleeve
will i remember your shape
in the days to come
embedded in my emotional consciousness

time is stretching painfully within everyone's hands
walking
not backwards or forwards
but searching for the self
Someone In Power threw away
not feeling comfortable in a stranger's skin
in the eyes of everyone else is my own

Lost love is ideal, put on a pedestal, never gathering dust or black marks
For always there will be greater and lesser than myself
You learn to love
or
Does it come in a package of forevers?
Half of me has yet to learn
Forever Love is yet to be known
my last of breath is deep, with yet a simple me of yet to please
Love however deep
seeps within me as wind to breeze
Come to me yet unaware
I'm standing here left to stare
my heart aches for you to say
How i love you yet to know
Must i continue to search within, as yet to him me yet within
Take my arms
But yet i feel noting within
My heart is yours but u don't hide
the part of me is yet to cry
come within my souls and yet to find us within
hinder
to find
yours above has flown above
crisply clear is what i've found
my sudden bell has yet to rung
Gone
Forever u and me

I wrote the first line and apparently inspired livegrover to write the poem! I feel special. I might try to write my own, I might not... My muse and I are currently in a long distance relationship.

happiness is leaving me as my eyes leak salty water
do not believe in fate or destiny or missed opportunities
life has a blueprint already set in motion
and sometimes the person you love
falls in love with another
trying to keep my best foot forward
an unattached indifferent mask on my face
regret is not for me
but will not deny
in the dark corner of my heart
in 25 million years i hope to meet you again

the transparency of my heart
is only (for you) seen by you
oh childhood friend and love
growing up in one another's pockets
sharing a love of the written word
in letters and literature


 

credit: leggyslove