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~ViXeN~ Member
since 2000-01-09
Posts 93Guelph, Ont. Canada |
These feelings I bear inside my heart Cannot be described Its overwhelming and painful That we are so many miles apart I sense your closeness Though you are not near I breath your soul And imagine you are here I would hold you and kiss you I'd always want more Our spirits burning with passion I am now yours We would leave this realm of lonliness That is holding us back With all feelings surpressed In all that we lack Just to surround myself in your arms For only one day, I would push just about any obstacle That forced itself my way Though yet we do not yet share the moment, One day we will be united And the moment that my love was passed to you Our fate had been decided |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Hi, Vixen. I really enjoyed the poem. Long distance relationships are TOUGH. Mine didn't work out; after two years, we broke apart. Here's an old poem of mine that reminded me of yours: -crying off the plane- Our fingertips are 3,000 miles apart. Our hearts and brains are churning signals, And we're not there to receive them. My skin smelled like Dove just half a day ago. Now I smell like sweat And soon I'll smell like Dial. The scenery blurred while I slept. Now I'm awake; I see buildings And feel cold Boston air forcing me to shiver. But the tears have stopped themselves Because I still do get signals, I can smell phantom Dove And I know our fingertips will be resting On each other soon. And, for the thrill of it, here's the poem of crashing defeat  :-gravesite, day before easte-r It was fun being happy, seeing a sky full of clouds and smiling at the rain. It was a joy to feel someone against me, guarding me from our pain. Who knows. But I can kneel down by this grave coming through the grass. I can lean down and kiss it. Feel the dust on my lips. I can taste licorice and smell apricots, though I always pronounce it wrong. I can swirl these ashes in my mouth until the future is passed. My baby is her own and I'm still hers. Why do I do this to myself? She cleanly severed all but my heart from her body. It's still hanging on by strings and muscle. Why do I make it? Why do I bother? Can anyone find love without destroying their mother? Can anyone find love and call it a cover? Can I find myself again--? It's starting to rain. But I have no smile. I have no pain. I have no reign. I have no name. It's been a while. Maybe I should let myself be used. Maybe I should take the offer of tits and tongue. Maybe I should slit my throat with the edge of a shotgun. Maybe I shouldn't cry. But when her life goes on and mine falls, I have to ask why it matters at all. I have to force myself to keep from crying. I have to pray to god to keep from dying. All I wanted was what I'll never receive. So who is it, really, who's been deceived? I love you; I'm consumed. I love you. I'm doomed. Anyway, all I can say, stoically and realistically, is the breakup was for the best. Always believe in yourself and the good that life can do. I know it helps me. Enough rambling, Mike |
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~ViXeN~ Member
since 2000-01-09
Posts 93Guelph, Ont. Canada |
well mike, thanks for the reply, dont worry you werent rambling thank you much for the advice. shannon |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Heartfelt and beautiful, ViXeN..I could sense the longing....very lovely! Denise And slight is the sting of his trouble Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~ |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Vixen, this is beautiful, I can relate to this and I feel the longing here. What comes from the heart goes to the heart. Samuel Coleridge |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
This is vey romantic, I wish you the best in luck and love!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Majestic Member
since 2000-01-11
Posts 264houston, tx. |
very expressive...nice poem To live is to love; To truly love is to live! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I can relate to this one |
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