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Laura Wilms Poem
Darkness, embedding my soul, pilfering my heart,
What power is this power, this power you have over my entire existence,
Kisses, empty kisses, poor over my face and lips,
How will I ever know my dear if you I do not?
My heart cries out, longing to trust the immaculate world upon which you live,
This world, your world, I know it not and yet my love cannot subside,
Tears flood my eyes, anger captivates my mind and yet I go on loving you,
How can I love you so? When know you I do not,
One person there, another here with me,
Contortions of heart break subside as your eyes I gaze for meaning,
I find it, this meaning, this love you speak of having for me, and yet still I do not know you,
Help me my love; show me I have nothing to fear,
Stop the floodgates of my so-called beautiful eyes that momentarily have been drained of
any life,
Subside the beat of my vulnerable heart that screams fear for all to hear,
Show me that when, “I love you” leaves your mouth,
It’s not simply something you’ve said before,
But it’s truly from your tender beating heart, straight from the core,
I tell you and I mean it, a back bone I do possess,
And yet, weak in the knees depicts my ever growing devotion to you,
Trust, my love, it does not come easy,
Earn it you must, please, instead of burning my mind of thoughts that flourish and cause
many a tear to streak my face,
You’ve got me, but by God do not take me for granted,
My heart, it is delicate and I need you to possess it gently,
I shall not and will not, set myself up for more emotional pain,
My sanity, you have yet to return,
Then possibly, true love we may gain.
Copyright © Laura Wilms | Year Posted 2009
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Laura Wilms Poem
Sunflowers are blooming and my sky is looming,
The sun sets behind the caramel iris of my eye,
weakness shudders my lips and strength gives my knees a push,
I speak, no I do not, do you? Yes you do,
Who shall I be today? That girl with a question blazing her warm face,
The sea whispers in my ear a secret of its possession,
A bird sings it’s song; should I sing mine?
How can I sing when speak I cannot,
Ah a wandering spirit, to it I may speak,
Judge me, it will not; lift me it may,
Pretty flowers speak softly to me,
Trees sway in authoritative means,
Sleep caresses my mind, dreams flourish,
Intrigue paces the tunnels of my mental existence,
Happy places reside in the dreamland of my resting place,
The world I shall awake to each and every day,
Meaning I lack, confusion I possess,
Oh curse the forever thinking mind of an adolescent!
Leave me alone, it never shall!
You call me inexperienced, sensitive and extreme,
May you share the fear and forever hold your peace,
So I ask, who shall I be today?
The girl who’s fear rests beneath clouds of denial,
Or the girl who’s mind continues to wonder; continues to wander and will never stop to rest,
until meaning is given.
By Laura Wilms
Copyright © Laura Wilms | Year Posted 2009
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Laura Wilms Poem
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Creativity burns within my soul, in every part of me,??
When anger I feel, the words they pour out from the tip of my pen to the surface of paper,??
When emotion showers my presence, the creativity ignites my mind and nothing do I want
more then to permit the outlet for my ever straining thoughts,??
Why, when I am content; happy if you may, do the words come slow, the thoughts drag
through the intricate tunnels of my mind,??
I’m just a creative soul, longing to know her purpose in the world,??
Longing to have a purpose in the world,??
May the burning flame of creativity ignite the farthest corners of my creative soul.??
Copyright © Laura Wilms | Year Posted 2009
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