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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines 
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I've gone back over those words archived and a softness seeps in, remembering those days when chance and happenstance charmed the moment's thoughts. I seek you out amongst my words between my lines where I kept you hid and recognition is hard to find. There must have been another someone inside of me, words spoken from another tongue, days when my feelings reached further and deeper than those of today. I struck the 18th, reread : Too long I have imagined what it would have been like walking hand in hand in the moonlight, tasting lips of satisfaction, forevermore. What took so long to acquire, to cultivate did not take long to dissolve, to weed out. I use to hunger for you, devour all there was in words so deep, escaping from eyes, awash in blue. I held you in my darkest thoughts, counted my blessings when being together. There was beauty in your touch, made me feel alive, trading the proper me for a thrill seeker. You vibrated my mind, stimulating the senses raw... If you could just see me now, the mold, no longer left with your imprint. Last night I met him...your match, also eyes of blue, to steal my attention, lace new dreams, transcend a new love. And after so many sunsets passing, I can fall again into loving hands blanketed in sincerity, to be touched in my heart's secret place. No more poems, the mind tag of games. No more waiting, wanting, for another taste of love. Tonight is the night, so unexpected. His whispers enticing. His strength so appealing. His trust proven. Leaving behind the words "forbidden love", I shall canvas him with passion, letting go of all inhibitions, inspired by the newness of him. The moon shall rise for me, this eve. No longer need I myst for another. No longer need I be reigned upon. Finally, I am looking into the face of love, wondering how he was able to touch the warmth in me, laying dormant these last few months. And I promise that he will see in me, the passion, the gentleness, and the desire, that shall be for one and only one. and I wonder... where did these words come from? M "Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less." (Will Moss) |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I think we all feel this way M it's nice to look back and reread and just sit in awe I think Emily Dickinson wrote something about it, I can't remember which poem it was, but she wrote of rereading her writings in awe that it was really her that wrote them |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Yep, understanding this, Maureen.  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
How well I know this emotion.... |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
I wander and ponder and often go into the archives too reminiscing of what flowed through my pen , way back then Hope |
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msflame Member
since 2002-05-21
Posts 188 |
I think some words sustain us, nurture us and we grow. Those who don't grow, usually rot from the words that no longer give their spirits light and direction. I love this post, thanks. It helped me today. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Oh Good Lord Maureen, I read my words and those of others and it is as if it were a thousand lifetimes ago . . . but we are lucky to have those words . . . missed you Lady . . . |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I know this so well... especially when I look through some of the stuff I wrote many years ago... I not only can't comprehend the words... I barely remember the writer. *S* |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
And if we did not write, it would all be so much vapor, lost. I share the puzzlement of retrospection. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh...I have so been here before...amazing what the heart can endure isn't it, our poems become the history of our love and loss and sometimes the archives seem written by another in another place and time...oh, but what a shame had those words never been written Here's to love in your heart and a pen that ever remains full to write about it  |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Lovely...James |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
thank you everyone... lately I have been trying to rediscover me... so I have been reading in the archives of others' words and run across my own and I wonder where my mind was at the time and what event caused the words to be written, as mostly I write as a diary to myself. M |
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