Tag: love
group name: tsopr
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September 27, 2009 06:34 PM EDT --
“Leaves”
Leaves rhythmically flutter; pretty colors dazzle the eye
While others speak of weary travels.
They twirl and gracefully fall to the hard . . .
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March 23, 2008 08:42 PM EDT --
Discreetely right
Wide awake
His voice
Tibetan bells
Day, Night,
Yin, Yang.
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June 12, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
On the day my best friend was diagnosed with a sickness
That almost surely guaranteed a life in the thick mists
Was when I was told that I had to leave it was after hours . . .
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February 01, 2009 11:38 AM EST --
most people fail to grow up
yeah, there's some areas you've missed
your faults not due to no one
you chose pain instead of true bliss
your inability to commit
not . . .
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February 02, 2009 12:25 PM EST --
i have always had the discipline
to maintain control of situations
never showing signs indicative
of love or any insinuations
of hope in a promise of long term
trust in watered, bloodless . . .
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May 12, 2009 10:39 AM EDT --
My heart aches for you.
It seems only yesterday
when I was in your arms;
We traveled across space and time
to finally touch, taste,
feel each other's heart beating...beating.
You . . .
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November 03, 2009 11:02 AM EST --
Here we stand in the autumn of our lives,
yet springtime lives within us.
How I wish the blossoms would never fade!
I reach out and touch the lines on your face,
. . .
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February 23, 2009 11:02 AM EST --
Somewhere inside
I knew our paths would cross again.
Time can separate two bodies,
but two souls who have merged as ours
can never be separated.
I have heard . . .
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July 05, 2008 04:30 PM EDT --
Shoveling the dirt
That I used to cover
Up lies and hurt
That made him suffer
I, laying with another
I'm recreating the form of bedding
To reclaim how we loved
My misfortune indecent . . .
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June 16, 2008 08:37 PM EDT --
Clouds portrait
Her silhouette
Sailing across
My dreams,
Unveiling deepest
Thoughts locked inside
A gloomy night
Blasting through . . .
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February 09, 2009 10:56 AM EST --
You gather me unto yourself
like flowers plucked from the vine;
In your hands I feel beautiful.
Opening before you, hungering
for the taste of you,
I cover you in my scent,
and you reek of lilacs . . .
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May 19, 2009 08:11 PM EDT --
Don't know why I'm in your hold
Waiting for you to choose when I chose
Okay it is also my fault too, I suppose
We broke the rules to follow
The same street code
Hard idea to swallow
When . . .
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July 20, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
There´s no wife tonight: no other half of the tale.
No questions or desires blurted down the hallway.
No delivery of daily vignettes across the sofa´s pillows.
No flurry . . .
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June 27, 2009 10:31 AM EDT --
Oh, my love!
How I hunger
for your honey lips,
forbidden nectar,
sweet rapture
engulfing me,
inflaming me
with a fire
that only you
can put out.
We traveled so far,
shared precious . . .
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April 13, 2009 10:18 PM EDT --
The air is chill.
My bones are cold and weary.
For so long we have traveled separately
and across a great distance
to get to the place where we are now,
but something continues . . .
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May 21, 2009 08:50 AM EDT --
Your heartbeat echos on my skin.
Such a tender wanting;
What more is there than this...
the whisper, the sigh
of passion's sweet persuasion...
the ecstasy
of love's . . .
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May 29, 2009 11:52 PM EDT --
How sweet is the tasting
when the fruit is forbidden,
when the nectar is heady
running thick through the veins;
How powerful the kiss
of lips so gentle,
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June 02, 2009 07:10 AM EDT --
She smiles at the world.
Deep down she is scarred,
used up,
and her light is faded
beneath the twinkle in her eyes.
She waits to fall one more time
into the arms . . .
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June 07, 2009 06:48 PM EDT --
I've been to hell and back,
searching
for that perfect flame.
I turn to ash
before your eyes,
and still,
you know not why.
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June 09, 2009 07:52 PM EDT --
We are all born with a hole in our heart...
Some, bigger than others
due to life's circumstances.
Perhaps we were abused.
Perhaps we were neglected.
Perhaps nobody ever showed us love.
We . . .
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