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I want to speak of him
In the ways
That no one else has known him
To hold the thundering pulse of the mountain that he is
To stand before the sun
To burn in its shadow
To understand "painless" when coveted in his heart
These visions are the skin of his dreams
His voice
His essence
And they feed endlessly
As the droplet that becomes the trickle
That bleeds from the river to the sea
I know of no other breath
Of no other definition of freedom
He is my sonnet
My poet of laughter
And in my letter addressed to eternity
There lies my second chance
To sleep within the grace
Of his awakening dawn
In the ways
That no one else has known him
To hold the thundering pulse of the mountain that he is
To stand before the sun
To burn in its shadow
To understand "painless" when coveted in his heart
These visions are the skin of his dreams
His voice
His essence
And they feed endlessly
As the droplet that becomes the trickle
That bleeds from the river to the sea
I know of no other breath
Of no other definition of freedom
He is my sonnet
My poet of laughter
And in my letter addressed to eternity
There lies my second chance
To sleep within the grace
Of his awakening dawn
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
Literature
Love?
I cannot imagine why Love,
my love,
my anger,
my guilt
at this moment,
consumes the remainder
of my pleasure.
It seems that
despite the silence,
my wounds
are not healing.
It doesn’t matter…
I weep in agony
and my heart
is nothing but a shackle
to bind my pulse;
my existence in this…
comfortable destruction.
Emotional walls do talk;
much like a silent smile
can break across a face,
and tears can betray.
Perfectly good emotions
fester in the soul,
and what were once traces
of complete and tender
caresses of passion while
resting in comforting arms…
are now scars;
numb,
deep,
and cold
Literature
Love
Kiedy czujesz woń bezduszną utoń w niej,
bo serce potrzebuje tego nie głowa.
Ty nie kochasz tej miłości sercem,
ty jej nie rozumiesz.
Pozbądź się ciężkości,
pozwól sobie na to co najgłębsze.
A dojdziesz do miejsca w którym zrozumiesz...
Że miłość po prostu jest.
Wiersz mojej koleżanki. Pozwoliła na publikację. B.G.
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Wow, I love this! It is so very beautiful.