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  • #43765
    FoxyRoxxy
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      A Letter To You

      I've written a letter,
      That I want to send to you,
      Saying how I feel,
      But it was very hard to do.
      It took a long time,
      To say what I wanted to say,
      I wasted paper,
      Forever throwing the mistakes away.
      After weeks of trying,
      I finally got the words out,
      But now I'm unsure,
      I'm filled with regret and doubt.
      How will you react,
      I wonder what you will say?
      Should I send this letter,
      Or should I just throw it away?
      I've expresed my feelings,
      And told you everything I know,
      Explained things properly,
      And let my honesty show.
      I poured out my heart,
      But now I wonder why,
      Remembering the past,
      Sometimes still makes me cry.
      Maybe I won't send it,
      I think I'll keep it for now,
      It's a kind of release,
      It makes me feel better somehow.
      Yes, my uncertainty,
      Stops me sending it to you,
      But writing it all down,
      Has made a difference, it's true…

                                                                        Jan Brooks

      #43766
      Korvo
      Participant

        The eye of the storm

        She grabs me with her eyes
        Not letting go
        As the storm rages through our bodies

        Giving me an anker
        as the vortex violent
        Feeds on our lust

        I´m drifting in the ocean
        Of the vasteness of her soul
        As I peer in through her mirrors

        Pulled on, tugged on
        Dragged along
        We reach the core of passion

        All is quiet, peaceful, silent
        The still inside the storm

        We linger there
        For just a second

        The storm changes
        Pushes on

        The eye has passed
        And in her eyes I see
        Submittance to the force within

        Entangled, connected, involved
        We let go and fly
        On the wings of raging winds

        Her eyes locked with mine
        Higher and higher

        Until the wind beneath our wings lets off
        And we flutter down

        Broken feathers
        Aimless drifting
        Until we softly  ground

        * Korvo *
        #43767
        Momma_andrea
        Participant

          love is not desire
          nor is it lust
          Love is sacred
          love is a trust.

          Two people connect
          who am I to judge
          Their souls entwine
          that is enough

          Lonely is this world
          if we let it be
          but love opens doors
          between you and me

          I give you my hand
          but also my heart
          Love is our guide
          We just have to start

          Love is a journey
          Hardly a goal
          Love is the explorer
          That opens our soul

          #43768
          FoxyRoxxy
          Participant

            Friendship is a priceless gift
            that cannot be bought or sold,
            But its value is far greater
            than a mountain made of gold.

            For gold is cold and lifeless,
            it can neither see nor hear
            And in the time of trouble
            it is powerless to cheer.

            It has no ears to listen
            nor heart to understand,
            It cannot bring you comfort
            or reach out a helping hand.

            So when you ask God for a gift
            Be thankful if He sends
            Not diamonds, pearls, or riches
            But the love of real true friends.

                                                      Helen Steiner Rice

            #43769
            FoxyRoxxy
            Participant

              The beauty of the heart
              is the lasting beauty:
              its lips give to drink
              of the water of life.
              Truly it is the water,
              that which pours,
              and the one who drinks.
              All three become one when
              your talisman is shattered.
              That oneness you can't know
              by reasoning.

              #43770
              FoxyRoxxy
              Participant

                When the rose is gone and the garden faded
                you will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
                The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
                The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
                If love withholds its strengthening care,
                the lover is left like a bird without care,
                the lover is left like a bird without wings.
                How will I be awake and aware
                if the light of the Beloved is absent?
                Love wills that this Word be brought forth.

                #43771
                FoxyRoxxy
                Participant

                  Because I cannot sleep
                  I make music at night.
                  I am troubled by the one
                  whose face e has the color of spring flowers.
                  I have neither sleep nor patience,
                  neither a god reputation nor disgrace.
                  A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
                  All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
                  The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
                  The starts and the moon are envious of each other.
                  Because of this alienation the physical universe
                  is getting tighter and tighter.
                  The moon says, “How long will I remain
                  suspended without a sun?”
                  Without Love's jewel inside of me,
                  let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.
                  O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
                  You who know how to pour the wine
                  into the chalice of the body,
                  You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
                  You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
                  O Love, You who shape the faces
                  of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
                  give me a glass from Your bottle,
                  or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
                  Remove the cork once more.
                  The we'll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
                  and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
                  Then the addict will be breed of craving.
                  and will be resurrected,
                  and stand in awe till Judgement Day.

                  #43772
                  Brandybee
                  Participant

                    Cecil was a caterpillar
                    Cecil was my friend
                    And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
                      ______________:P

                    And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
                    And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages at the AB&G”

                    Cecil was a caterpillar
                    Cecil was my friend
                    And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
                      _______________________:P

                    And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
                    And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages at The Square”

                    Cecil was a caterpillar
                    Cecil was my friend
                    And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
                      ______________________________________:P

                    And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
                    And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages in The Forum Village”

                    Cecil was a caterpillar
                    Cecil was my friend
                    And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
                      ____________________________________________________________:P

                    And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
                    And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages in Achat City”

                    Cecil was a caterpillar
                    Cecil was my friend
                    And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
                      ________________________________________________________________________________:P

                    And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
                    And Cecil said, “I have been eating all the cabbages in Nymphomania County”

                    Cecil was a caterpillar
                    Cecil was my friend
                    And when I went to see Cecil he was this big long
                      _____:P

                    And I said to Cecil ,  ” Cecil, Cecil What have you been doing?”
                    And Cecil said, “I've been  SICK!!!”    😮

                    #43773
                    Brandybee
                    Participant

                      The Wee Room.

                      Does someone wait outside this door?
                      Perhaps you'll never know.
                      Unless you hurry up My Friend,
                      Cus they too may have to go.

                      ;D

                      #43774
                      FoxyRoxxy
                      Participant

                        His eyes are so green.
                        Like the sweet grass of Spring.
                        He makes my heart sing.
                        Like the birds for flowers and everything.
                        And, the sun knows.
                        Where he is, my heart follows.
                        Such sky blue dreams.
                        My beautiful love in Spring.
                        He gives me peace.
                        He sets me free.
                        We are laughing.
                        We are dancing.
                        His eyes are so deep.
                        I look into them and I begin to dream.
                        We are red, blue, purple, yellow and pink.
                        We are love in the Spring.

                        #43775
                        FoxyRoxxy
                        Participant

                          Bring Us Spring

                          Bring us spring
                          With sun and rain showers
                          Bring the smells
                          Of raw earth and flowers

                          Bring us joy
                          Like renewal and love
                          Bring us peace
                          As we watch a soaring dove

                          Bring the spring
                          And cherry blossoms
                          Bring the sun
                          And new born opossums

                          Bring the children
                          Wild and laughing
                          Bring the waters
                          Perfect for rafting

                          Bring us spring
                          In all her glory
                          Bring us life
                          And end winter's worry

                          #43776
                          ItsAmy123
                          Participant

                            Vivid Memories

                            I remember the cold winter night,
                            the lukewarm bath,
                            the candlelit room,
                            and you rubbing my back.
                            I remember pasta pomodoro,
                            when you lifted and kissed me in the rain,
                            I remember each strange memory
                            never to happen again.

                            #43777
                            FoxyRoxxy
                            Participant

                              Stay with the wife or with the lover?
                              A man asked a wise man if I should stay
                              With his wife or your mistress… The wise took two
                              Flowers in their hand: a rose and a cactus…
                              And I would like to ask you to the men: If I give you to choose one
                              Flower, what do you choose? And the man smiled and said:
                              The rose is a perfectly logical sequence! And the wise man replied: Sometimes, men
                              It will take you by the beauty outside or what mundano
                              And choose what you shine but, what is the most but
                              In those pleasures is not the love, I would
                              With a cactus because the roses withers and dies,
                              The cactus in a change no matter the weather or the weather
                              Will be the same, green with their spines, and a day will be the flower is more beautiful than ever seen,
                              Your wife knows your flaws, your weaknesses, your mistakes, your cries,
                              Your bad spare moments and still is with you… Your lover knows
                              Your money, your luxuries, spaces of happiness and your smile,
                              Why is with you, now tell me the man with whom are you staying?…
                              Compártelo all women to sit
                              Proud of being cactus and all the men who
                              Do not know what they have and do not value the tremendous
                              Women who are on your side

                              #43778
                              ItsAmy123
                              Participant

                                The Road Not Taken

                                Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
                                And sorry I could not travel both
                                And be one traveler, long I stood
                                And looked down one as far as I could
                                To where it bent in the undergrowth;

                                Then took the other, as just as fair,
                                And having perhaps the better claim,
                                Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
                                Though as for that the passing there
                                Had worn them really about the same,

                                And both that morning equally lay
                                In leaves no step had trodden black.
                                Oh, I kept the first for another day!
                                Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
                                I doubted if I should ever come back.

                                I shall be telling this with a sigh
                                Somewhere ages and ages hence:
                                Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
                                I took the one less traveled by,
                                And that has made all the difference.

                                ~ Robert Frost

                                #43779
                                FoxyRoxxy
                                Participant

                                  Don't Quit

                                  When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
                                  When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
                                  When the funds are low, and the debts are high,
                                  And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
                                  When care is pressing you down a bit –
                                  Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
                                  Success is failure turned inside out,
                                  The silver tint of the clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are,
                                  It may be near when it seems afar.
                                  So, stick to the fight when you're hardest hit –
                                  It's when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.
                                  -Author Unknown

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