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Memories of us continue to haunt me,
of the way we loved and what used to be
making love beneath millions of glittering stars.
I don't glance at the night sky anymore.
It's a bitter reminder of days gone by
Days when I walked in the rain
so you wouldn't see the tears I cried
because of the depth of my emotional pain.
I was drowning in a whirlpool you created
and it made me feel like such a fool
because I couldn't pull you out
of the darkness that dragged you in.
I had to face the truth, so I left.
It was the hardest thing I'd ever done
and it left my heart broken and bereft.
Days move much too slowly,
but nights are filled with vivid dreams
of hearing your laughter and feeling your touch.
I remember how much you meant to me.
My heart feels like it will never be free of you.
I wonder... if we were ever to meet again,
what would we say? What would we feel?
Nothing hurt more than the grief of goodbye
You didn't say, "Stay, and I promise to try."
No words came from your lips,
just a gentle kiss and a whisper of love.
I walked away, hoping it would rain
so you wouldn't see the tears I cried.
Sadness left my heart wretched and crushed
the world around me lies silent and hushed.
In my solitude, I'm missing our conversations
Sometimes I think I'll go insane.
Is that worse than living with the pain
of watching you swim out to sea,
lost in a whirlpool of your own creation?
I'm sorry I couldn't save you from yourself,
but I could only rescue myself from you.
My heart is wounded, wretched and crushed
My world seems empty, silent and hushed.
September 2, 2020
Song I ~ Cold's ~ Quiet Now
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
I think the language of dating tends to be intentionally overeducated, because modern romance often requires forensic attention to fragments: eye movements, direct response or response delay and strategic silence.
The term ‘boyfriend’ is a deliberate allocation of trust.
Though we kiss for control with charming nonchalance,
it’s gritty and everyday, not decorative companionship.
He’s seen my worst screenshots
On another note..
I love staying up late at morning
I have vampire tendencies
that’s my frequency
Should I start to turn in earlier
or wait for school to begin
I’m that kind of worrier
that’s the way my world spins
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A song for this:
Deny by La Sécurité
The way her limbs twist, it leaves me in awe
Why, Julia, whoever taught you to tango?
Claim the roses were a mere friendly gift
But darling, we both know the ending of this chapter.
Those deep auburn eyes of yours create maps to salvation
The braids you put your crimson locks in, how intricate.
Fair and freckled like a Gaelic noblewoman
I'd be willing to die in the gallows if it meant loving you
Give me extra attention like pouring buckets of gasoline
Then light my world on fire with your match of a heart
Pour my kisses on your skin and peel them off real smooth
I wanna be the very center of your awfully toxic world
Family claims you're looking for a husband to unite with
So I'll cut my hair, tear up my dress, and trade my heels for boots!
Fight like a gladiator if they want to tear us up apart
I will be the strong yet caring man you have always begged for
Just lean in for the kiss already, my beautiful Juliana
If it means you'll set my wandering mind at ease.
Eloquently you entered my world
Cold hearted warm tongue sweet words
Smooth moves divine cajoled linguistic
Loved by all my heart throbbed to you
Dragoon of cold spawn of hateful worship
Inequities you knew your trivial path
Flesh cold unforbidden dripped from
Your bleeding lips large teeth and jaws
A practiced Dragoon who had splayed a
World of wholesome Angels in half
Dreams broken , tears , shattered worlds
And you a beast unrelinquished strong
Dark whole devouring all that remained
Pure and loving you will perish in the
Knowledge that I will never forgive you
Black ,shadow,damned you are forever.
Goodbye fledgling from hell black ash
From hell you shall burn for a million
Years for I will shun you forever Dragoon Ash
A message did come at the end of the day
My mother’s mom was sick so I couldn’t stay
My world full of joy and peace no fear
Was now torn down with this first of many new tears
This first stone was cast my heart it did crack
I now felt a new weight up there on my back
My travel was quick I had to be there
My poor mommy was hurting beyond compare
Grandma knew not us she just looked and stared
She was only 60 lbs just lying there
This disease had it’s hold this would be her last final day
Why must people we love have to die this way
Alzheimer’s was given and then it did take
As I watched this poor woman my heart it did break
She soon lost her life not knowing my name
But I know in my heart she was glad that I came
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my style
the sky is blue
so is time to
mingle
in a lonely
atmosphere
were love is the
reason of life
so my blue pen
never seize to
pure it reality
from the deep
heart of willingness
my style
fire and water
are two deferent
liquid contents
it differs in action
so am different in
my world
I am of a water
yet I burn like a
fire
cos God order me
to spit fire to the world
of evil
so who are mine
to disobey
the order of the
Almighty
I don't wish more
all I wish is to do
the will of God
and that is nothing but
my style
my style
I believe in God
I love to be close
to him
that has earn me
a lot love towards
humanity
cos my love for
people is divine
and I decided
not to live alone
in a world of equality
turn in to levels
by intelligent human
who destroys the
the innocent souls
of the innocent
with out mercy
nor love
so I pledge to God
for nothing but the
redemption of humanity
that is nothing but
my style
my style
remember fire and water
are not same liquid
substance
no wonder the men
of brave mind
spit fire to the wicked
no wonder the fight
in the world of brutality
can never end
cos at one hand the water
strike
with an intention
to quench the fire
yet the some stubborn
fire reiterate and strike
back
so the battles of life
never end for the Goodman
no wonder is easy to be bad
and that is not
my style
Farewell my beloved, farewell my friend
The time has come for you to depart
Gone are the days we shared our love
Our time has come to kiss and say goodbye
To treasure all the days we spent
And to look at the lonely future ahead
You showed me the best side of life
To appreciate and love all it had to offer
How much I loved life when you were by my side
I will long for the days you held me tight
The days you dried my tears and made me smile
Even your silence were good conversations
Your warm tender touches made me feel safe
You complete me cause your all I will ever need
Your my night and shiny armour
You light up my days and give me hope when all is lost
I will never forget our magical moments we shared
I enjoyed every second you were in my life
Your my world but mostly my joy
Distance can separate us but our hearts will never part
Time cannot erase the special place you have in my heart
Loosing you is more then just loosing a lover
It's loosing the best part of me
It's loosing a dear friend
Farewell my beloved, farewell my friend
“Love”
Hearts,
like dice, rolled
across a cold table
into the dark of Chance.
Love,
is a risky business.
A sudden plummet from Grace,
standing on the stable shore of all things,
only to be taken by the undertow of slippery Time,
“farewell to the past of all lost things”, whispers the id
holding firm onto its Pleasure Principle,
sucked in by the tide of the ocean that is Life.
Bare emotions ride pale wild horses far out into the deep;
where control is lost, the Sun kisses the soul naked every day,
golden highs are strummed and plucked like strings.
Love,
saves the lows,
for other lessons, to deliver better things.
Crowded thoughts like credits, rolled,
and the jazz joint smoked, Palo santo, Rosemary
and Juniper, smudge sharp corners phantasmagorically,
to eradicate sad stalking ghosts and tired voiceless dybbuks,
where the Sage-blue curls find their way around the room
fed to those far removed, yet present soundless poets,
like an addiction slipping under the skin.
Love,
rolls role calls, unannounced.
Like a beautiful thief in the night,
hungry for more than less,
it wants much higher things –
reaching ever upwards for its infinite twin.
Love,
like a grand maestro,
will always have its own way,
with what it takes,
and eventually brings,
with the cards it deals, and the keys it plays.
Love,
like an ancient mystic,
will always have its final say.
Love,
in one way or another, remains
haunting -
Sovereign,
Love rules, each
and every day.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
“When I'm feeling high or I'm feeling low
Or there is no change
Somehow days keep melting into the night
And there's always light on the cosmic range
I am always high I am always low
There is always change…
Hear the strings are bending in harmony
Not so far from the breaking on the cosmic range…
In my life the piano sings
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings
Fiery rain and ruby's cooling sun
Now I see that my world has only just begun
Notes that roll on winds with swirling wings
Brings me words that are not the strength of strings…”
(excerpt lyrics, “Strength of Strings”, Gene Clark)
7
Oh chocolate my sweet
My daily dose of joy how sweet it is
Deliciously it melts at first lick
Liquefying its flood of sweetness to pleasure
So silkily smooth it's a mind blown
I love it so much, it, I can not live without
Oh chocolate I must have it daily
Skipping it or rather running out of it, is a crime to my mood and my head
It's my daily dose of joy I need its sweet magic
It arouses my mood high on happiness, and sets me headache free
I crave it night and day like no others
Oh chocolate my sweet
My one desire I love it so
My daily dose of joy
I just can't get enough of its divine deliciousness
It rules my world
People complain I eat it too much
I, smile and moan to leave me be
It's an obsession I'm NOT guilty about
Smile
Akkina R Downing
7-24-17
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that i know how something feels
i can now tell stories to other storytellers, and i feel fine
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that i have been there
i can now give descriptions in depth to other describers, and i feel fine
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that my calendar is full
i can now schedule things with other schedulers, and i feel fine
jumping hurdles in the sky
i can say that my world has been rocked
i can now continue to listen to other storytellers describe things in their many schedules, and for me that is completely fine