Relationships and Love
(6/3/2012 6:22:00 PM)
Tears are Falling
Donna Jean Lajoie
The tears are falling without end.
The daggers are spilling the blood of my life.
The daggers of hate, lonliness,
emptiness, loss and pain,
all claim thier due.
Empty heart and arms.
Try to look to the horizon for respite,
but none shows it face at all.
A heart so wounded never to heal.
(6/3/2012 6:21:00 PM)
LOVES CRUEL FATE
Like a thief in the night he stole her heart;
And took it to new levels of light.
He made her all loving, new, and bright.
Like an angel she fave all of her light,
And took it to new levels of love and might.
But like a thief in the night he crushed her heart;
And took it to new levels of darkness and night.
He made her all hating, old and blight.
Now, like a thief in the night, she steals the hearts,
And makes them all hate, cold and blight.
She makes them all nothing but night.,
(6/1/2012 1:59:00 PM)
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To love is a choice,
To leave is a choice,
Its your voice,
Make a wise choice
(5/27/2012 8:18:00 PM)
I see your silky skin
Draped about your face
As a toga around the finest of Greek noble women
Draped in beauty
Draped in spirit
You have me caged in love
I cannot resist
I must have you
For I cannot escape you
Nor do I wish it
You cloud my thoughts
The most relaxing of rains it brings
The kind you would sit on the porch to enjoy
And feel the gentle mist
So come closer
So that I may bathe in you
I wish to stare into your eyes
And stare into your soul
I want to understand you
And, you, me
So come closer...
Closer until we touch
(5/27/2012 7:33:00 PM)
Yeah I like people sometimes, not so much most of the time, too much small talk. Hate dating too, I doubt anyone really likes it.
Victoria Rose D'andrea
(5/12/2012 4:18:00 PM)
for anyone who knows what it feels like to have to wait through separation to finally be found by the person you love.....
" Skies and Sea"
i raced through a thousand gardens
picking out the weeds
catching all the falling leaves
making strides through grass and trees
keeping going getting lost losing sleep
i slept on a thousand mossy rocks
waiting for you to come and race me to the end
where the forest meets the road
until you'd find me pulling ferns off their stems
and then i'd pull at you.
you crept through a thousand haunted faces in the crowd
you watched them watching you
while they were watching me
i watched them too
i listened for your eyes but it was too loud
i found you under a thousand blazing stars
staring me down straight to the gut
crossing over from you to me,
somewhere in between the skies and the sea
you found me
(5/9/2012 10:25:00 PM)
When we stop long enough to notice
our heart and mind gain focus
beauty takes the pain
it makes the mind go insane with passion
as if the sight of you takes away my daily ration
loving you with so much force
changing my ways with no remorse
the life we have is so irregular
yet so worth staying together
(5/9/2012 10:19:00 PM)
She loves me
Her heart dials my number
with each beat we talk
together we are home
(5/9/2012 10:05:00 PM)
Here is a poem of love of life, and a girl, both so sweet.
With infinite pride I live out my life way,
despite what the puppeteers sneeringly say.
I roam with no path fully free of their strings.
Living for life, not material things.
I'll love forever with distaste in return.
Despite her rejection I fervently yearn.
She looks at me with unease in her eyes,
'cuz the heartache in mine I refuse to disguise.
To have someone to love fuels the joy in my soul.
With so much to live for my cup's always full.
As with all my endeavors, I will follow life through,
and I expect that my death will come right on my cue
(5/4/2012 10:18:00 AM)
I see love as a painting... If painted well, it'll be beautiful from all perspectives... Buh if nt done well... It'll only make sense from one angle and wen we take slip or a slight movement away from that angle, the painting loses its meaning.... Love