Tag: love
group name: tsopr
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December 26, 2009 01:02 PM EST --
Love yourself.
Until you do,
nobody else will be able to love you.
How can you show someone else how to love you
if you do not know how to love yourself?
You will settle for cheap imitations, . . .
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December 26, 2009 07:24 AM EST --
In The Road of Fire
Beyond the clouds
Sits a throne of silence
Where many thrive
To see a true illusion of life.
. . .
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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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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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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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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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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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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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May 17, 2008 10:33 PM EDT --
Picture thrown against the wall by the pitcher
Hurt gained immunity or else their love would hurt
Quiver she does holding his pain like his quiver
Work was a safe haven until . . .
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April 05, 2009 07:54 PM EDT --
I tried to write this poem
This statement
But I am anti- this poem
Because written establishes visual truth
In the absence of your visible truth
You existed
And so did I . . .
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December 02, 2009 10:03 PM EST --
The first bitter twinges of heartache
are still with me, and I pray they do not remain.
Sometimes the pain is too much to bear,
and I lose myself in remembering.
I feel your pain as surely as . . .
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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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December 22, 2009 01:11 PM EST --
Snow has me thinking
about the tight white mantle
keeping summer warm.
Absent sound, without flurry,
I dream of . . .
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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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September 07, 2008 07:04 PM EDT --
Evading any reminiscence
for the price i paid should i credit vision?
for averting and shortening the breath
adding activity to nerves, each respective nerve in breadth
it was in the kitchenware . . .
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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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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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September 06, 2009 11:42 PM EDT --
Slide the piercing down the arteries like a debilitating strum of the guitar ticks a-striking life away fare thee well to love soul drips with weeps tears laugh in mockery heart numb, familiar to waste . . .
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June 15, 2009 10:45 PM EDT --
The hill is still there.
I went there today,
remembering
when it was our hill.
The tall grass
gave cover to our love,
innocent though it was.
So many years . . .
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