The scent of your essence still lingers in the air as I lay upon my bed
Closing my eyes I see your sweet face before me, if only for awhile as I draw your memory closer
Never has a smile touched me so yet caused such sadness or pain
am i living in dreams of what could be, and not what truly is
dare i hope love may find your heart, and bring you back to me?
or is this merely fantasy i hold in my trembling hands?
be still my heart, go lightly in this place, for the destruction it can do is great
long ago you opened my heart with love unlike any i had ever known
echoes of its memory are still etched upon my mind, warm as new light given by the sun
then from where i do not know, you were at my door touched by the brightness of a summers day
what could have brought you here i wondered? i drew a breath and closed my deceiving eyes
surely this must be a dream, you spoke, and i knew this was no phantom come to haunt me
in words of love and wanting me, i lay trembling with your touch
then change of heart and regret left no promise of tomorrow
Still you came, each time taking me down into the deep waters of pleasure leaving me to drown in its abyss
could i dare walk this path again, i fear not! why then do i not run as fast as the wind can take me from this place?
i stand lost in time it seems, my fate to see this story unfold no matter the cost
searching for answers elusive to my heart, and pray I may survive loves cruel hand
to be left lying in a sea of abandon, my prison wihtout walls or doors for eternity
if even this proves fatal to my heart i must try as i can do nothing but love you still
The scent of your essence still lingers in the air as I lay upon my bed. Closing my eyes I see your sweet face before me, if only for awhile as I draw your memory closer. Never has a smile touched me so yet caused such sadness or pain. Am I living in dreams of what could be and not what truly is? Dare I hope love may find your heart, and bring you back to me? Or is this merely fantasy I hold in my trembling hands? Be still my heart, go lightly in this place for the destruction it can do is great. Long ago you captured my heart with a love unlike any I had ever known. Echoes of it's memory are still etched upon my mind, warm as new light given by the sun. Then from where I do not know, you were at my door touched by the brightness of a summers day. What could have brought you here I wondered? I drew a breath and closed my deceiving eyes. Surely this must be a dream, you spoke, and I knew this was no phantom come to haunt me. In words of love and wanting me, I lay trembling with your touch. Then change of heart and regret left no promise of tomorrow. Still you came, each time taking me down into the deep waters of pleasure leaving me to drown in it's abyss. Could I dare walk this path again, I fear not! Why then do I not run as fast as the wind can take me from this place? I stand lost in time it seems, my fate to see this story unfold no matter the cost. Searching for answers elusive to my heart, and pray I may survive loves cruel hand. To be left lying in a sea of abandon, my prison without walls or doors for eternity. If even this proves fatal to my heart, I must try, as I can do nothing but love you still.
This was the fourth piece I had written.
My first works were:
1. "Why can he not see". 2. "Once upon a dream". 3. "Dance of Love". 4. "Dare to Dream". 5. "In Light I Live, till Darkness Falls". **This one is still in the final draft phase". Well there it is! Let me know what you think. Please give your opinions good or bad.
CandleGirl, I tried to cut and paste my poem from my documents founder and thought it did not take properly. So I retyped it without spaces not knowing how much room I had to work with. I changed one or two of the words let me know if it improves the peice or not. The feedback will be good for me, and I feel you will be able to give constructive suggestions, help and opinions. Thanks again for your interest in reading it for me. Bye for now-I dont have enough to do today I guess. tw2
Truly a beautiful piece of work TW2. I believe you have the gift of the 'hidden emotion' that each of us has, but most can not express.
I try to write something everyday. Some I keep, some I wonder what the heck I was thinking. Keeping journals of travels helps too. I just had my first small book of prose published, not an easy task. Now that I am on to the Novels and Fiction part I have been looking for agents. It is quite like being an actor. Not an easy business for the novice. There are 'self publishing' websites available too. You really have a gift so don't give up.
I had a wonderful weekend. I live about a block from the Colorado river, so we were down there all weekend, drinking too much and getting too much sun, talking tattoo's. Today I must get disciple back! HAHA Not so fast Miss Libra, you don't want to hurt something!!! HAHA
Candlegirl, Do you truly think so? That means so much comming from you. Did you read the second typed version? I changed a word in the line: Long ago you captured my heart with a love unlike any I had ever known. I am not sure what fits better, what do you think? Let me know. I have to go fix dinner now, Ill be back later if I can ok. Bye for now-tw2
You need not change anything once you write it down. As you know, it flows from us. I am sure you wrote it without thinking about it. That is the gift. It is mighty and powerful. You do not need reassurance... Did I spell that correctly? Did you see the spelling bee today, where that little boy fainted? No one helped him and he got back up and spelled the word properly. Ouch, he did lose however.
I am leaving next Friday for at least 3 weeks. So ask away and I will answer best I can.
I just re read your poem and it is truly beautiful.
I have some great news. I found a 'Poets Society' in my area. They have a "Speaking Loudly in the Library" monthly. I am going to the next one, and in Novemeber I'm going to read. I'm so excited!!!
That is so cool Candle Girl, I am happy and excited for you to. I have never read anything to anyone that I have done, gosh I would be so nervous.
What piece are you going to read that day? Would you concider sharing it with me. I would love to read some of your work. I love to read well written poems and stories. And I can say with confidence that I am sure what you have written is very good indeed.
Thank you from my heart for what you said about my poem, it made the time and effort to create it, worth every minute.
Hi Candle Girl, Haven't seen you on the boards lately. Guess you are away, or just real busy. Wanted to drop a line to you and see how things are going for you. I am still taking care of my mom, just not as many hours as before. It is somewhat easier this way, having more of a break between her care.
Gives me more time to regroup and recoup from the demands of it all. She seems to be getting a little stronger, and is able to do a little more for herself.
That was so good to see, but we are not getting any false hope up about it. She is still very fragile in reality.
My cancer and I are doing great, we are getting along so well right now. I think we finally have let our guard down with each other together.
We seem to be closer now that we ever have been, and he has become so attentive and loving toward me.
It's almost like I never truly knew him until now. I think he is finally over his fear of being hurt my me (or women in general). To think we almost went our seperate ways just reciently. I am so glad we didn't.
Post when you get back, or have time to do so ok. I miss hearing from you! I know you are busy like I am, and I understand if hearing from you takes a little while. You are such a special person in my opinion, and I am glad I have had the opportunity to meet and talk with you. Bye TW2
AH so there you are my friend, glad to hear it is beautiful in Arizona. California has been unusually warm for this time of year. I am still using my air conditioner sometimes, can you believe that!
Let me know how the reading at the library goes, and what you think? I would still be interested in what poem you have chosen for the event (that is if you decide to read one).
I have not written anything lately, but am getting the ich to create something. Thats how it happens with me, I guess I just get full of things regarding life and there I go putting it on paper.
By the way how is your daughter doing? well I hope! My son just went into the ninth grade, he is still a good student and a good kid. I am very lucky as I could be having a more difficult time of it for sure. He is 14 now and thinks he knows everything about life, just like I did at that age.
Well he will find out soon enough that he doesn't lol. It's kind of neat watching him grow up I must admit. He really is a great kid, everyone tells me that.
My cancer and I are still getting along very well, and I am so grateful for that. He has become someone I can lean on if and when I need to, and I needed that. Especially with the extra responsibilities of taking care of my mom.
She seems a little stronger, and more stable lately, & I am happy for that. The pain has not gotten much better for her though, and that causes me such sadness.
I wish I could take some of it from her! I would carry some of her pain without hesitation if it were only possible. But I know I can not do anymore than I am already doing.
I bought a new car just reciently. It is a 1983 Pontiac, Pheonix. It has had the engine and transmission replaced about 9 years ago. And still has very low miles on the new stuff. Sure it looks like an older car, but it will be a dependable little car, and that is what counts. There are no dents at all in the body, and it was painted four years ago. the interior is pretty clean also. And to think they were going to sell it for scrap just because they did not need it. It was the sellers mothers car before she died. I bought it for $ 100.00. Yes you are seeing right $ 100.00 dollars.
I asked them if they wanted to ask more for it, but they said no. As long as it was going to someone that would take care of it that was what mattered.
Well enough about me, post soon and let me know whats up with you ok. Bye for now TW2
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DARE TO DREAM
The scent of your essence still lingers in the air as I lay upon my bed
Closing my eyes I see your sweet face before me, if only for awhile as I draw your memory closer
Never has a smile touched me so yet caused such sadness or pain
am i living in dreams of what could be, and not what truly is
dare i hope love may find your heart, and bring you back to me?
or is this merely fantasy i hold in my trembling hands?
be still my heart, go lightly in this place, for the destruction it can do is great
long ago you opened my heart with love unlike any i had ever known
echoes of its memory are still etched upon my mind, warm as new light given by the sun
then from where i do not know, you were at my door touched by the brightness of a summers day
what could have brought you here i wondered? i drew a breath and closed my deceiving eyes
surely this must be a dream, you spoke, and i knew this was no phantom come to haunt me
in words of love and wanting me, i lay trembling with your touch
then change of heart and regret left no promise of tomorrow
Still you came, each time taking me down into the deep waters of pleasure leaving me to drown in its abyss
could i dare walk this path again, i fear not! why then do i not run as fast as the wind can take me from this place?
i stand lost in time it seems, my fate to see this story unfold no matter the cost
searching for answers elusive to my heart, and pray I may survive loves cruel hand
to be left lying in a sea of abandon, my prison wihtout walls or doors for eternity
if even this proves fatal to my heart i must try
as i can do nothing but love you still
The scent of your essence still lingers in the air as I lay upon my bed.
Closing my eyes I see your sweet face before me, if only for awhile as I draw your memory closer.
Never has a smile touched me so yet caused such sadness or pain.
Am I living in dreams of what could be and not what truly is?
Dare I hope love may find your heart, and bring you back to me?
Or is this merely fantasy I hold in my trembling hands?
Be still my heart, go lightly in this place for the destruction it can do is great.
Long ago you captured my heart with a love unlike any I had ever known.
Echoes of it's memory are still etched upon my mind, warm as new light given by the sun.
Then from where I do not know, you were at my door touched by the brightness of a summers day.
What could have brought you here I wondered? I drew a breath and closed my deceiving eyes.
Surely this must be a dream, you spoke, and I knew this was no phantom come to haunt me.
In words of love and wanting me, I lay trembling with your touch.
Then change of heart and regret left no promise of tomorrow.
Still you came, each time taking me down into the deep waters of pleasure leaving me to drown in it's abyss.
Could I dare walk this path again, I fear not! Why then do I not run as fast as the wind can take me from this place?
I stand lost in time it seems, my fate to see this story unfold no matter the cost.
Searching for answers elusive to my heart, and pray I may survive loves cruel hand.
To be left lying in a sea of abandon, my prison without walls or doors for eternity.
If even this proves fatal to my heart, I must try, as I can do nothing but love you still.
This was the fourth piece I had written.
My first works were:
1. "Why can he not see".
2. "Once upon a dream".
3. "Dance of Love".
4. "Dare to Dream".
5. "In Light I Live, till Darkness
Falls". **This one is still in
the final draft phase".
Well there it is! Let me know what you think. Please give your opinions good or bad.