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Post by soulfir3 on Dec 29, 2006 0:27:22 GMT -6
The dreams
Lay shattered
About your feet
And the winds song
Leaves the soul
And cries into the night
In stunning silence
The disbelief that eternity
Was but a moment
And words of love
Just water
Trickling through your fingers
In sorrows happenstance
We feign civility
And walk with stumbled pride
And hope the night
Be a sponge to tears
Soaking up the fears
We hide inside
With a lover's pride
I hold the love
For after love
My soul has no wind
To guide it home
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Post by dawness on Jan 2, 2007 3:44:00 GMT -6
such sweet wretchedness! you make me cry inside , soul.
" I hold the love
For after love
My soul has no wind
To guide it home ..
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Post by anirbas on Jan 3, 2007 21:19:09 GMT -6
Gorgeously unrequited poeming, Soul... But, perhaps it's time for that stunning hero... Rebound Man to land in your life...ggglgggl... And who knows, he might become New Love Man... "here I am to save the daaaaaaaay! ladies take a number and get in line waiting for me to sweep them off their feet as I fire off one romantic verse after another in the shells of their earrrrrrrrrrrs.... here I am to save the day... I'm Rebound Man and with your broken heart I shall hold swaaaaaaaay! ggglgggl...Dudley Do-Right playing the part of Rebound Man...dame pulling up lame... when all I meant to say, S'fir... is I see you in here and, guess what? TAG! YOU'RE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  |
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 4, 2007 3:06:49 GMT -6
Rebound Man ? lol, why did I suddenly get an image of a semi deflated ball splatting itself half wittingly against my floor ?! *chuckles softly*
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Post by dawness on Jan 4, 2007 14:20:04 GMT -6
come on, runaway bride?  LOL |
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 4, 2007 15:19:21 GMT -6
From where I sit,
there is a breeze
which grazes my shoulders
so softly,
it might never have been
and as daylight comes swiftly
I find myself dreaming
as visions of a mythical man
come to my mind,
surprisingly quickly
he is tall
and strong
handsome
and smart
funny
and educated
not one to assume
If only his imprint
were ever so real,
instead I am here
dreaming of fate
becoming lost in a book
found upon my shelves
Heaven help me,I'm reading about desire
via
the great paper back
Mills and Boon,
love escape
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Post by dawness on Jan 5, 2007 8:56:48 GMT -6
how light and fancy... mills and boons??? that's fantasy and sachharine with no offense meant. i was just told; never read the books. soul, i feel romantic because of this. where 's the guy? ?? how much??? lol.... |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 5, 2007 8:57:41 GMT -6
I rarely read romantic prose... Danielle Steele makes my nose curl... So, lay that book down, honey! It's only going to make your probiscus runny... ggglgggl...I was trying to write something funny... Instead, as usual, the dame pulled up seriously lame...Nir. |
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LOL
