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Poetry Thread (gift from me to you lovely archers)
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I'm no Sagg but I loved it. Profoundly hot.
Would like to add; any other sign that visits and wants to add their own written work can, your welcome as well. I like to read the work of everyone. So please feel free_??
Poem Entry # 2
There she stands; dominate ; in her own convictions, she is the ruler. I her savior and yet she doesn't know it. Here I sit; watching her as she searches about for the right answers to free her soul. Yet she needs to only look inside herself and there she will find the solution.
Oh little white light of mine who once didn't shine at all, I have come to you to assist you in what you need to learn. I won't ever make you feel inadequate, this is the reason for us to reunite once again and it feels like you still seek for something better; something more intense; yet that is not what is needed, purity is what you need. Seek with in you and I promise on all that is universal you will find me sitting waiting for you to finally take my hand.
There she stands; dominate ; in her own convictions, she is the ruler. I her savior and yet she doesn't know it. Here I sit; watching her as she searches about for the right answers to free her soul. Yet she needs to only look inside herself and there she will find the solution.
Oh little white light of mine who once didn't shine at all, I have come to you to assist you in what you need to learn. I won't ever make you feel inadequate, this is the reason for us to reunite once again and it feels like you still seek for something better; something more intense; yet that is not what is needed, purity is what you need. Seek with in you and I promise on all that is universal you will find me sitting waiting for you to finally take my hand.
Poem Entry # 3
The soul, the soul is the most powerful influence with in us and yet we shut it out. It seeks wisdom; seeks to aid us; and yet we shut it out. The soul seeks for true unconditional love through soul connections and yet we shut it out. It seeks the none superficial; and yet our mind wins the battle cause often times we don't seek the soul of another but rather what we can gain from the union.
The soul......the soul....a powerful thing that always uplifts us when we are ready to give up; and yet we ignore the power it has to actually help us. The soul....the soul, the very thing that holds us at night; warns us when another attempts to hurt us with malice and yet again, we shut it out.
Why.....why do we reject the very thing that is with in us and made to aid us. For fear, for fear of the truths we have been ignoring; for fear that others my truly see our transparency. For fear; that we might not be good enough; or might not be as we thought we were. For fear of seeing our own reflection.
This is why......I say don't shut the soul out. Embrace, that which you are and that which you aren't, find peace in everything that has happened to you, whether negative or positive; embrace it; let it help you grow, help you be strong and above all help you love harder with no limit; no fear.
The soul, the soul is the most powerful influence with in us and yet we shut it out. It seeks wisdom; seeks to aid us; and yet we shut it out. The soul seeks for true unconditional love through soul connections and yet we shut it out. It seeks the none superficial; and yet our mind wins the battle cause often times we don't seek the soul of another but rather what we can gain from the union.
The soul......the soul....a powerful thing that always uplifts us when we are ready to give up; and yet we ignore the power it has to actually help us. The soul....the soul, the very thing that holds us at night; warns us when another attempts to hurt us with malice and yet again, we shut it out.
Why.....why do we reject the very thing that is with in us and made to aid us. For fear, for fear of the truths we have been ignoring; for fear that others my truly see our transparency. For fear; that we might not be good enough; or might not be as we thought we were. For fear of seeing our own reflection.
This is why......I say don't shut the soul out. Embrace, that which you are and that which you aren't, find peace in everything that has happened to you, whether negative or positive; embrace it; let it help you grow, help you be strong and above all help you love harder with no limit; no fear.
A poem I wrote here some months back:
The Good Ones:
I see you. Loving. Caring. Giving. Pushing forward after all have left you. Courageous and strong.
Your golden hearts leading you to cast your light into the wold. To serve as a beacon. Know that you are not alone. There are others like you. Carrying the torch. Equally ignored and living unnoticed. But know that they will come...
The seducers...beguilers. Sooth Sayers. Those that will steal that which you freely give. They will come with high praises and charms. But their words and deeds are as empty as the abyss that swallowed their spirit. They'll try to take your essence to fill themselves and then...they will leave. Only to return to be quickened once more. I say you, do not fear them nor stand in judgement. Do not succumb to fear or ego. For this is to prepare you. To learn so you may teach and lead those that are lost. To prepare you for The One who will unite you with The Source...love and eternity.
So endure the lonely nights when no one calls and that lover has left you in the cold. You must endure and sacrifice. Remain a humble servant. Have peace within and let love strengthen you. Guide you. Remain fixed on that bright star that burns forever. I see you good ones and I am with you. Love is life and life...is...Love.
The Good Ones:
I see you. Loving. Caring. Giving. Pushing forward after all have left you. Courageous and strong.
Your golden hearts leading you to cast your light into the wold. To serve as a beacon. Know that you are not alone. There are others like you. Carrying the torch. Equally ignored and living unnoticed. But know that they will come...
The seducers...beguilers. Sooth Sayers. Those that will steal that which you freely give. They will come with high praises and charms. But their words and deeds are as empty as the abyss that swallowed their spirit. They'll try to take your essence to fill themselves and then...they will leave. Only to return to be quickened once more. I say you, do not fear them nor stand in judgement. Do not succumb to fear or ego. For this is to prepare you. To learn so you may teach and lead those that are lost. To prepare you for The One who will unite you with The Source...love and eternity.
So endure the lonely nights when no one calls and that lover has left you in the cold. You must endure and sacrifice. Remain a humble servant. Have peace within and let love strengthen you. Guide you. Remain fixed on that bright star that burns forever. I see you good ones and I am with you. Love is life and life...is...Love.
Posted by Ulalume
Thanx for sharing your writing 🙂
I haven't written much in the past couple of months.
This Saturn transit has my creative side in a chokehold.
And what does seep out I end up hating. Anywhore here's
some really old stuff of mine.
Thank you for sharing_??_ nice to meet you as well. I like your writing, please share more when you can. Don't mind if it's old; most of mine are about a week to a couple of months old anyway....so please continue sharing I truly enjoy it.
Poetry Entry # 4
Quiet is the mind when you have no space for chaos. Quiet is the heart when no one has occupied it, or broken it, it's healed and is ready to love again. Quiet is the soul when it's accepting, forgiving, of itself and of others. Quiet your anxiety, it's time, you have the tools, the right frame of mind. Quiet the voice inside your head, tell it it will all work out in the end. Quiet your touch, quiet your kiss, quiet the level of intimacy, there is not need to speak. Quiet and breath, breath and release, release and reinvent. Quiet your love, for love isn't loud, love isn't flashy, love is simple, and patient, it waits, and takes it's time. Quiet time, time is truly limitless, you can bend it if you want. Quiet your fear....yes quiet your fear....again I say quiet your fear. Now release yourself from those shackles that bind you, smile, yes smile, close your eyes and take a deep breath, tilt your head back, open your eyes, look up to the sky and there it is the beauty of life.
Quiet is the mind when you have no space for chaos. Quiet is the heart when no one has occupied it, or broken it, it's healed and is ready to love again. Quiet is the soul when it's accepting, forgiving, of itself and of others. Quiet your anxiety, it's time, you have the tools, the right frame of mind. Quiet the voice inside your head, tell it it will all work out in the end. Quiet your touch, quiet your kiss, quiet the level of intimacy, there is not need to speak. Quiet and breath, breath and release, release and reinvent. Quiet your love, for love isn't loud, love isn't flashy, love is simple, and patient, it waits, and takes it's time. Quiet time, time is truly limitless, you can bend it if you want. Quiet your fear....yes quiet your fear....again I say quiet your fear. Now release yourself from those shackles that bind you, smile, yes smile, close your eyes and take a deep breath, tilt your head back, open your eyes, look up to the sky and there it is the beauty of life.
Posted by VenusScorp
Thank you for sharing a part of you with us - I loved it! 🙂 Here's something I wrote a while back:
You realize I'm getting through to you
After all this time, so long??_.
The wait is excruciating
But I have patience??_.it's what I??ve always had
But what you don't get is
I??ve always known you, —got?? you
But you pretend otherwise
Playing games, frustrating games
And clam up in your shell
I know it's scary as hell
But if you??d only take a leap of faith
I like; it's so weird how Sagges can see through people. I believe we all have that ability; to see beyond the superficial of the personality of people. I think that's what freaks people out a lot in relationships. When they find that one person that can see past the facade.
I liked it a lot; reminds me of someone I use to talk to_??
Some fond memories and painful one at the same time. I'm not perfect, but I'm honest; some times too honest and I hurt others with it. But I rather be honest, then lie to someone. The lie hurts more, the truth hurts but sooner or later logic kicks in and the person gets over it(hopefully).
Posted by VenusScorp
It's always painful...and what's even more gut-wrenching is when they pretend like you don't understand them, when you're the one who "gets" them the most.
I totally understand what you mean....I've been there and continue to suffer for my honesty. But it's better to put salt on a wound and "heal" it instead of letting it fester...no matter how much it hurts...
I agree with you a hundred percent.
Poetry Entry#5
Cut me deeper then a knife, the pain makes me feel alive. The intensity makes me remember that in this life time I must live not allowing my soul to die.
The warmth of your body keeps those cold nights with out a face; gives way to what I've always thought your lips would say "I love you intensely." Love to hear those words spoke in the middle of the night, as your wrapped around me like a rope that I never want to let go of. Link yourself to me; please don't let go, I'm almost there, half way has come; all the way is still a challenge, remember I have loved and lost and the lost has made such a nasty mark on me that I fear that wound still stab me like a ghost.
Be patient, don't lose sight of me; please don't leave me; you have come this far; endured this much, let it not be in vein; I'm almost there , I'm just afraid. Easy my fear; hold me close, tell me all will be alright, and I swear to you my soul will forever be in your debt, once you release me from this painful restraint.
Cut me deeper then a knife, the pain makes me feel alive. The intensity makes me remember that in this life time I must live not allowing my soul to die.
The warmth of your body keeps those cold nights with out a face; gives way to what I've always thought your lips would say "I love you intensely." Love to hear those words spoke in the middle of the night, as your wrapped around me like a rope that I never want to let go of. Link yourself to me; please don't let go, I'm almost there, half way has come; all the way is still a challenge, remember I have loved and lost and the lost has made such a nasty mark on me that I fear that wound still stab me like a ghost.
Be patient, don't lose sight of me; please don't leave me; you have come this far; endured this much, let it not be in vein; I'm almost there , I'm just afraid. Easy my fear; hold me close, tell me all will be alright, and I swear to you my soul will forever be in your debt, once you release me from this painful restraint.
Poetry Entry# 6
My dearest love; as I sit here writing this letter, I smile. I smile because the thought of you makes me joyful; your like a song that I anticipate hearing in the morning hours while I'm asleep yet hoping to hear before I awake.
Your presence fills me with joy, I'd travel near and far to be with you; just to hear you speak my name as you greet me with bashful , yet wanting eyes. It's the loveliness of you that keeps me at bay when ever I grow lonely. I would live in those beautiful almond shaped brown eyes, it always tells me a story; one that I want to live in with you. Your bashful nature moves me in the inside; tells me you have secrets which you wish to share, yet won't dare.
Your lips; your lips, what I wouldn't do to lay my own upon them; feel the silky like heart shaped softness of them. To taste the sweetness of you, to touch you, engross myself in you.
To want you might be a sin; but I'll live with that debt on my soul. For I will love; and die by your side, no matter how many life times it takes to truly bath in your foreverness.
My dearest love; as I sit here writing this letter, I smile. I smile because the thought of you makes me joyful; your like a song that I anticipate hearing in the morning hours while I'm asleep yet hoping to hear before I awake.
Your presence fills me with joy, I'd travel near and far to be with you; just to hear you speak my name as you greet me with bashful , yet wanting eyes. It's the loveliness of you that keeps me at bay when ever I grow lonely. I would live in those beautiful almond shaped brown eyes, it always tells me a story; one that I want to live in with you. Your bashful nature moves me in the inside; tells me you have secrets which you wish to share, yet won't dare.
Your lips; your lips, what I wouldn't do to lay my own upon them; feel the silky like heart shaped softness of them. To taste the sweetness of you, to touch you, engross myself in you.
To want you might be a sin; but I'll live with that debt on my soul. For I will love; and die by your side, no matter how many life times it takes to truly bath in your foreverness.
n?mero de entrada de poesia 7
Um mar onde tudo parece t?o grande, e vasto. L?? voc? ficar de p?, em sil?ncio, a presen?a de for?a, com palavras n?o ditas, eles chamam-lhe o pensador, o observador e, assim como este rio calmo voc? est?? cercado de tranquilidade, uma paz em voc? que eu gostaria de um dia alcan?ar, por isso, permita-me para ser seu aluno para que voc? n?o pode ensinar.
Um mar onde tudo parece t?o grande, e vasto. L?? voc? ficar de p?, em sil?ncio, a presen?a de for?a, com palavras n?o ditas, eles chamam-lhe o pensador, o observador e, assim como este rio calmo voc? est?? cercado de tranquilidade, uma paz em voc? que eu gostaria de um dia alcan?ar, por isso, permita-me para ser seu aluno para que voc? n?o pode ensinar.
Fluttering hearts joined in heavenly bliss, let us move together and set sail for the ethos of love. The touch of you quickens the soul and ignites the passions of the spirit. The doorway of forever is afoot. Your voice calls to me, soothing this restless being. I long to embrace you in the fires of togetherness. This heavenly forged union defies description and is endowed with the strength of the Divine. Let us lay in the garden of eternity filled with exquisite beauty. With rose petals at our feet, we walk. I stare deep into your eyes and see my hearts reflection. Our lips meet and the earth trembles. For it knows love and is joyful that God sees us as one.
It's rare; but it happened, and when it did, she caught me by surprise. As she crossed my path, I couldn't help but want to know her. We were pulled in the same direction for a reason, and although our bodies did not touch, she could feel my heat and I her coolness. Her silence was subtle, her eyes as bright and luminous as any star in the sky; yet hers casted mere glares, and yet I was able to stare in to them; in to her. Her translucent skin called to me; her mystery beckoned me and no words were exchanged; yet our energies spoke louder then words. I could hear melodies sing as she smiled her bright smile; I could see the dancing all around us and yet it's like no one else existed time merely stills once our eyes capture each other, we are one; we are alone; we are some how united and although the universe has set us greatly apart she still circles me ; dances around me. She is this lovely mystical being that I can't decipher and yet she says the same about me; cause although my heat burns outward , her fire burns brightly with in with this cool disposition that I can't resist. She calls me when morning breaks; I call upon her when day light is almost quiet.
It's as if we are coexisting and yet we are not we are completely in two different time zones; two different entities, fire and ice , day light and night, I the sun; she the moon and If you were to look up at the sky her beauty would definitely entrance you.
It's as if we are coexisting and yet we are not we are completely in two different time zones; two different entities, fire and ice , day light and night, I the sun; she the moon and If you were to look up at the sky her beauty would definitely entrance you.
Poetry entry # 8
We dance this dance together; cat and mouse; and it happens every so once in a year. Yet our loneliness afterwards consume us. She becomes this cold person that I can't help warm the inner cores of her. I become this blazing fire unable to dim my light long enough to let her in. It's like a tug of war every so slightly we touch yet we don't touch at all. It's always silence, always quite; no it's deafening, dreadful, oh dear moon of mine why so bright your light, yet there is never an invite to look with in you; you who always calls me; and I who always call upon you. We beg each other for the other to some how rescue the other and this vast sea called the universe never seems to give us a break, so man and woman can unite as one. What is the cause of this affliction, is this a test; is this to punish; I detest this longing; this yearning; this emptiness inside me; yet you; you never seem to be missing out on anything. You seem so full of light; and yet many consider you hollow; hollow and bright but you stir much emotion in so many that even I cry late at night as I'm left in the shadows of what you are and how you bring those to question; those to dream.
She; she who is beauty, she who shines; she who unites all as they look up to her; she who is elusive and amazing in her wonderful cloak all dressed in white, she is the moon, a beauty that even my own words can't define.
We dance this dance together; cat and mouse; and it happens every so once in a year. Yet our loneliness afterwards consume us. She becomes this cold person that I can't help warm the inner cores of her. I become this blazing fire unable to dim my light long enough to let her in. It's like a tug of war every so slightly we touch yet we don't touch at all. It's always silence, always quite; no it's deafening, dreadful, oh dear moon of mine why so bright your light, yet there is never an invite to look with in you; you who always calls me; and I who always call upon you. We beg each other for the other to some how rescue the other and this vast sea called the universe never seems to give us a break, so man and woman can unite as one. What is the cause of this affliction, is this a test; is this to punish; I detest this longing; this yearning; this emptiness inside me; yet you; you never seem to be missing out on anything. You seem so full of light; and yet many consider you hollow; hollow and bright but you stir much emotion in so many that even I cry late at night as I'm left in the shadows of what you are and how you bring those to question; those to dream.
She; she who is beauty, she who shines; she who unites all as they look up to her; she who is elusive and amazing in her wonderful cloak all dressed in white, she is the moon, a beauty that even my own words can't define.
Restless night; so I write.
Poetry Entry #9
Sitting incased; I walk up to this beautiful body; I undo the latch , and pull back the lid, the figure of it, like the number 8; long neck bearing strings, mahogany skin, and I beautiful base that no one can deny.
Slowly my fingers brush upon the smooth texture; nicely polished, delicate , yet firm to the touch, I look at it in awe as I slowly trace every curve with my finger tips. With both hands I slowly pick it up, by the neck and turn this body around; beautiful and exquisite it was put together the craftsmanship..... words could not explain; yet here I attempt to; but I'd have to say that as I look at it face to face, words fail me in truth.
I slowly touch the strings, and a soft yet a low note plays, a single note; a preview and I must touch and play. With my right hand I shoulder this lovely instrument, with my left hand I grab the bow. I cradle it on my shoulder, slowly place my chin to it, bring the bow up and lay it gently on top of the strings, I slowly play the first note and close my eyes, to allow my fingers to interpret what it is that moves me inside, and I let this lovely instrument sing.
Every slow and lovely painful memory mirrored on it, and yet the lovely melody continues to sing. No matter how gut wrenching it is this feeling I feel inside that causes me to tense up and then relax; play in to the violin and then sway as I delve deeper; this lovely being just seems to give ears this soft approach of all that is pain; all that is longing all that is with in and even as my tears fall upon her skin; she never paints an ugly picture. She moves you with her song, makes you press your lips together as you try to hold back your emotions; yet she has you engaged; entranced; she has you holding on to every story she is telling; yet through me she's coming alive and she makes sure to pay her respects by becoming one with me and as my fingers continue to touch her lightly and the bow is writing for me; all that I've been holding on to is now released and through her my pain it projected and now you see why I say words fail me because I can never really describe how she truly allows me to be free.
Poetry Entry #9
Sitting incased; I walk up to this beautiful body; I undo the latch , and pull back the lid, the figure of it, like the number 8; long neck bearing strings, mahogany skin, and I beautiful base that no one can deny.
Slowly my fingers brush upon the smooth texture; nicely polished, delicate , yet firm to the touch, I look at it in awe as I slowly trace every curve with my finger tips. With both hands I slowly pick it up, by the neck and turn this body around; beautiful and exquisite it was put together the craftsmanship..... words could not explain; yet here I attempt to; but I'd have to say that as I look at it face to face, words fail me in truth.
I slowly touch the strings, and a soft yet a low note plays, a single note; a preview and I must touch and play. With my right hand I shoulder this lovely instrument, with my left hand I grab the bow. I cradle it on my shoulder, slowly place my chin to it, bring the bow up and lay it gently on top of the strings, I slowly play the first note and close my eyes, to allow my fingers to interpret what it is that moves me inside, and I let this lovely instrument sing.
Every slow and lovely painful memory mirrored on it, and yet the lovely melody continues to sing. No matter how gut wrenching it is this feeling I feel inside that causes me to tense up and then relax; play in to the violin and then sway as I delve deeper; this lovely being just seems to give ears this soft approach of all that is pain; all that is longing all that is with in and even as my tears fall upon her skin; she never paints an ugly picture. She moves you with her song, makes you press your lips together as you try to hold back your emotions; yet she has you engaged; entranced; she has you holding on to every story she is telling; yet through me she's coming alive and she makes sure to pay her respects by becoming one with me and as my fingers continue to touch her lightly and the bow is writing for me; all that I've been holding on to is now released and through her my pain it projected and now you see why I say words fail me because I can never really describe how she truly allows me to be free.
Poetry Entry # 9
Fire and Water
I sat by a calm river my friend. It spoke to me telling me to calm my inner self. To listen to the voice that I quiet on a daily bases because of fear.
I looked out in to the calm waters my friend and felt this sense of belonging; this sense of serenity; this sense of being in the now with no expectations of tomorrow.
The river smiles silently letting me know that it's work is being done for it's healing powers had been slowly washing over my broken soul again to replenish all that was lost in the battle of the egos that I once fought. So now the healing of the softest hands slowly caressed me letting me know that all will be okay. That although the fire in me rages like a beast; the water can calm the beast with in.
Fire and Water
I sat by a calm river my friend. It spoke to me telling me to calm my inner self. To listen to the voice that I quiet on a daily bases because of fear.
I looked out in to the calm waters my friend and felt this sense of belonging; this sense of serenity; this sense of being in the now with no expectations of tomorrow.
The river smiles silently letting me know that it's work is being done for it's healing powers had been slowly washing over my broken soul again to replenish all that was lost in the battle of the egos that I once fought. So now the healing of the softest hands slowly caressed me letting me know that all will be okay. That although the fire in me rages like a beast; the water can calm the beast with in.
Posted by VenusScorp
And here's another one:
Wrap me up in your everythingness
The little wonderful things that are all you
Let me take in the scent of you
Absorb you, remember every little detail
And never forget the loveliness of you
Every harvest brings in a new perspective
A little more of you
A little closer
Like a slow revelation
Savouring every little nuance
It's taking me new places
So overwhelming
Wish I was in a poetry lounge in New York City. I like it; is it for Cancer guy?
I was there just a minute ago read your thread.
Posted by VenusScorp
Oh if only he knew I'm busy writing poetry for him...lol...
Cancers like poetry_—
I have a thread on one who is now a friend. Mutually decided on it.
That's however awesome! Do you know his bday? That way you can check out his moon/Venus and Mars?
Posted by VenusScorp
Oh wow that's very nice! 🙂 Yeah I actually know his b'day - 7th July...but I always thought you needed the birth time for calculating the moon and mars signs? Ooh now am super excited to know more
To go in to specifics yeah; but if it's unknown you still can try. I don't know much about astrology; but if you look it up you can see how his Venus and your Venus match up; as well as his Mars and your Mars and so on.
I'm pretty sure the vets on the Cancer board will help, since they are more well rounded about this stuff. I'm just learning.
Posted by VenusScorp
Thanks Sag2315...I hope it does work out...his Venus and mine are at the opposite ends as far as compatibility is concerned... But am hoping for the best 🙂
I hope so as well; it's all about compromise and meeting the other in the middle; that however is with every relationship no matter the astrological sign. Sag and Cancer's can work; they just need to meet each other half way_??
Posted by VenusScorp
That is so true...I really wanna make this work...fingers crossed
Fingers crossed; hopefully Cancers with Venus in Gemini can also help out as far as their approach to love.
And telling you how they approach it and give you tips ; and so on.
Posted by VenusScorp
Ok my bad - just checked with the date and year. His Venus is in Gemini and Mars in Virgo... I have a Gemini ascendant, so maybe it will work?
VenusScorp, I can help a little. When it comes to love, there are several aspects to look at. First, there is the sun sign. The sun sign is merely the incarnation of the ego. All other planetary placements are filtered through your sun sign...the ego. Venus is simply how you view love. Your idea of how love should be. Mars, the God of war, is how you pursue those ideas. Your approach. One the most important aspects is the moon sign. It is your emotional makeup. How do your moon signs match up? Then there is mercury, the planet of communication. What yours and his? Knowing that and developing and understanding as to how you communicate is key. The ascendant is the expression of your personality being all of your placements. Realize, that your placements carry spiritual energy. The energy of each sign. The other half of the equation is your houses. There are 12. Each house helps shape the outcome in areas of you life. Career and money, marriage and relationships, friends, family, are all determined there. Your ascendant is always in the first house. Beware, this has an impact on your relationships. If your ascendant is in libra and your partner's in, let's say Aries, those two signs are opposites which means that there will be a lot if conflict but be attracted to each other like magnets. Remember...energies. But this is actually a great opportunity to learn. By compromising on your views, you will gain understanding, wisdom, and strengthen the bond. Pay very close attention to the 12th house. It is the house of karma or sorrow. All karmic debt in current and past lives lies here. Whatever sign is there, you will repay your debt based on being that sign.
I noticed you said his Venus is in Gemini and Mars in Virgo. Your ascendant plays in the attraction to his Venus. But beware and look at it in practical and real terms. Between you two, there is a lot of changeable or mutable energy. Both of you should beware of the tendency to detach. This will be easy for you to avoid because by your user name I'm assuming you're a Venus in Scorp. That may be a problem for him as you tend to view love seriously and he views it more like an air sign. He will approach it like a Virgo. His approach will be steady and he'll w
Posted by VenusScorp
Oh yay his moon sign is also in Taurus..just like mine....wonderful ...sorry, don't mean to takeover this thread...just thought I'd give you a heads-up...just got very excited by this discovery 🙂 Ok, now I shall leave you to it....
Don't worry about it; your perfectly fine. Did you get any insight?
Posted by beautifulsoul74Posted by VenusScorp
Ok my bad - just checked with the date and year. His Venus is in Gemini and Mars in Virgo... I have a Gemini ascendant, so maybe it will work?click to expand
VenusScorp, I can help a little. When it comes to love, there are several aspects to look at. First, there is the sun sign. The sun sign is merely the incarnation of the ego. All other planetary placements are filtered through your sun sign...the ego. Venus is simply how you view love. Your idea of how love should be. Mars, the God of war, is how you pursue those ideas. Your approach. One the most important aspects is the moon sign. It is your emotional makeup. How do your moon signs match up? Then there is mercury, the planet of communication. What yours and his? Knowing that and developing and understanding as to how you communicate is key. The ascendant is the expression of your personality being all of your placements. Realize, that your placements carry spiritual energy. The energy of each sign. The other half of the equation is your houses. There are 12. Each house helps shape the outcome in areas of you life. Career and money, marriage and relationships, friends, family, are all determined there. Your ascendant is always in the first house. Beware, this has an impact on your relationships. If your ascendant is in libra and your partner's in, let's say Aries, those two signs are opposites which means that there will be a lot if conflict but be attracted to each other like magnets. Remember...energies. But this is actually a great opportunity to learn. By compromising on your views, you will gain understanding, wisdom, and strengthen the bond. Pay very close attention to the 12th house. It is the house of karma or sorrow. All karmic debt in current and past lives lies here. Whatever sign is there, you will repay your debt based on being that sign.
I noticed you said his Venus is in Gemini and Mars in Virgo. Your ascendant plays in the attraction to his Venus. But beware and look at it in practical and real terms. Between you two, there is a lot of changeable or mutable energy. Both of you should beware of the tendency to detach. This will be easy for you to avoid because by your user name I'm assuming you're a Venus in Scorp. That may be a problem for him as you tend to view love seriously and he views it m
Thanks for the help. I myself don't understand it; so thanks for explaining it to her, us_??_
Posted by Sagittarius2315
Thanks for the help. I myself don't understand it; so thanks for explaining it to her, us_??_
Your're welcome _??_
Posted by VenusScorp
Yeah Beautifulsoul explained it very well..I am hoping things work out well...fingers crossed... But I am pretty kicked about our mercury and moon signs 🙂
I still look at it as zodiac signs is but a fraction of a persons personality. Hopefully; he hasn't developed to many walls; and hasn't been hurt where it keeps him extremely guarded.
I like happy endings so I'm also keeping my fingers crossed_??
Posted by VenusScorp
Hi beautiful soul...thank you so much for helping me understand in such detail. It is very interesting to see how all the planets play a role in attraction/how we relate to others. I did check his moon sign and mercury. His moon is in Taurus - same as mine. Both of us are super-resistant to change 🙂 My mercury is in Scorpio while his mercury is in Cancer. I'm not sure but would this explain why often we are able to communicate without even saying a word? It's all very subtle, through our body language...it's like we can read each others' minds...
You're welcome_??_
Your mercury and moon signs are compatible...that's very good and one of your key strengths. Your emotions are the same and you communicate very we'll it should make it easier to express your feelings between each other and resolve issues.
That brings me to this question...what is it you're looking for? A serious relationship or something else? There's nothing wrong if its something else its just important that both of you get on the same page from the beginning. Don't be afraid to have a serious discussion about it. It sets a clear path and gives both of you.
Keeping my fingers crossed lol.
Didn't mean laughing at you. Just giddy_??_
Poetry entry #11
Patience is the voice that lingered in the air as I sat on the floor tears in my eyes; shattered heart in my hand and an aching pain in my soul. Love he said; accept he convinced and yet here I sit with empty everything; and nothingness holding me tightly, wishing things would have been different, wishing the pain wasn't real; wishing he had never walked in to my life; cause his presences alone had made me feel drunkenly elated, and now I feel pitiful for even thinking that friendship was an option. He was a fairy tale that quickly turned in to a nightmare and still my heart cries out not of despair but love; yet I wish it not to. Yet I must forgive myself for mistakenly believing in a fairy tale that in my head; not my heart was fabricated and yet never came true. Patience he still says; yet my heart has finally moved on and finally one that spoke of true love has mended my heart leaving no piece missing...so I thank the black knight cause when he closed his door on me; another opened with my white knight waiting to love me unconditionally
Patience is the voice that lingered in the air as I sat on the floor tears in my eyes; shattered heart in my hand and an aching pain in my soul. Love he said; accept he convinced and yet here I sit with empty everything; and nothingness holding me tightly, wishing things would have been different, wishing the pain wasn't real; wishing he had never walked in to my life; cause his presences alone had made me feel drunkenly elated, and now I feel pitiful for even thinking that friendship was an option. He was a fairy tale that quickly turned in to a nightmare and still my heart cries out not of despair but love; yet I wish it not to. Yet I must forgive myself for mistakenly believing in a fairy tale that in my head; not my heart was fabricated and yet never came true. Patience he still says; yet my heart has finally moved on and finally one that spoke of true love has mended my heart leaving no piece missing...so I thank the black knight cause when he closed his door on me; another opened with my white knight waiting to love me unconditionally
Poetry entry # 12
Curiosity-
Curiosity, has led you here; yes right here. You wonder how did I know you would be sitting there, and it makes your heart skip a beat because it makes you feel as if I'm looking in through a mirror at your actions; maybe even reading your thoughts. However, you couldn't be so right; yet so wrong. It's curiosity; she has brought you to my door step; to this world in which you are now reading in to my thoughts; my desires, my darkness and my light.
Curiosity makes you see things that you fear in a light that makes the object tantalizing, it's wrong, oh yes this object of your curiosity is so wrong; yet in your mind, it feels so right. So with hesitation you reach for it and ask yourself what do you have to lose.
Even though your mind answers the question for you; there you are still reaching; every now and then you hesitate and take a step back; yet that propling feeling, that curiosity; that desire, that little pull that pushes you forward relentlessly, is what again makes you reach out to the object. And you ask; can this be my hearts desire; can this be curiosity; can this thing be put in front of me for a reason if not to touch; to explore, to have, and to take, be truly forbidden to me; or is it meant to inspire every ounce of me.
Why should it be wrong? Why must I forbid myself of such desires? You ask yourself.
Curiosity is right there with you asking you the same question. Why not continue reaching until the object is yours; the object spoke to you; sparked new interest, new motivation, new desires and although this desire and motivation is silently eating at you, and you ignore it ; it still remains true. It's right, it's right, even when it feels wrong. For curiosity tells you, limit yourself to nothing, and challenge yourself to everything, even when you fear it. For fear holds you back from what can truly be an opportunity to step out of your comfort zone and take what was put in front of you to have, for that will help you change and challenge you, take you to new heights, even if it all seems to be forbidden.
Curiosity-
Curiosity, has led you here; yes right here. You wonder how did I know you would be sitting there, and it makes your heart skip a beat because it makes you feel as if I'm looking in through a mirror at your actions; maybe even reading your thoughts. However, you couldn't be so right; yet so wrong. It's curiosity; she has brought you to my door step; to this world in which you are now reading in to my thoughts; my desires, my darkness and my light.
Curiosity makes you see things that you fear in a light that makes the object tantalizing, it's wrong, oh yes this object of your curiosity is so wrong; yet in your mind, it feels so right. So with hesitation you reach for it and ask yourself what do you have to lose.
Even though your mind answers the question for you; there you are still reaching; every now and then you hesitate and take a step back; yet that propling feeling, that curiosity; that desire, that little pull that pushes you forward relentlessly, is what again makes you reach out to the object. And you ask; can this be my hearts desire; can this be curiosity; can this thing be put in front of me for a reason if not to touch; to explore, to have, and to take, be truly forbidden to me; or is it meant to inspire every ounce of me.
Why should it be wrong? Why must I forbid myself of such desires? You ask yourself.
Curiosity is right there with you asking you the same question. Why not continue reaching until the object is yours; the object spoke to you; sparked new interest, new motivation, new desires and although this desire and motivation is silently eating at you, and you ignore it ; it still remains true. It's right, it's right, even when it feels wrong. For curiosity tells you, limit yourself to nothing, and challenge yourself to everything, even when you fear it. For fear holds you back from what can truly be an opportunity to step out of your comfort zone and take what was put in front of you to have, for that will help you change and challenge you, take you to new heights, even if it all seems to be forbidden.
The Devils Secrets-
It came; it came once in to the darkness of the shadows from with in and I welcomed it. It came speaking of magic and witchery; and I allowed it to speak. It's voice calmer then the see; eyes red as fire; skin as flawless as porcelain ; it's hair as dark as night; it's smile loving yet wicked; I knew it to be the devil; speaking to me in a tongue not my own; yet I understood him as he spoke; it lasted till sunrise and I was surprised at how loving he could be; yet I knew deep down inside he was lover of nothing; yet it all stood for something; what was the secret being told? Why pick me out of all he could own? I wonder the secrets that he talked of, yet I woke up with no memory of what he spoke of and now I'm left wondering if he will visit me once again.
It came; it came once in to the darkness of the shadows from with in and I welcomed it. It came speaking of magic and witchery; and I allowed it to speak. It's voice calmer then the see; eyes red as fire; skin as flawless as porcelain ; it's hair as dark as night; it's smile loving yet wicked; I knew it to be the devil; speaking to me in a tongue not my own; yet I understood him as he spoke; it lasted till sunrise and I was surprised at how loving he could be; yet I knew deep down inside he was lover of nothing; yet it all stood for something; what was the secret being told? Why pick me out of all he could own? I wonder the secrets that he talked of, yet I woke up with no memory of what he spoke of and now I'm left wondering if he will visit me once again.
Unbalanced-
It's is unclear; what I'm feeling. I'm ignoring it for the most part because I'm all reality; it's forbidden. Yet my feet seem like they aren't touching the ground no matter how grounded I believe I am at the moment.
It's confusing to feel what I'm feeling. To be honest Whats the reason behind it? I don't know. but; the more I analyze; the stronger it becomes. I'm trying my hardest to keep myself at a distance. Yet; I'm pulled further in the direction of what can not be. It's not suppose to even have a beginning; yet it's already began.
It's is unclear; what I'm feeling. I'm ignoring it for the most part because I'm all reality; it's forbidden. Yet my feet seem like they aren't touching the ground no matter how grounded I believe I am at the moment.
It's confusing to feel what I'm feeling. To be honest Whats the reason behind it? I don't know. but; the more I analyze; the stronger it becomes. I'm trying my hardest to keep myself at a distance. Yet; I'm pulled further in the direction of what can not be. It's not suppose to even have a beginning; yet it's already began.
Posted by exoskeleton
entry #1:
i love a sag
i'm stoopid
etc, etc
Lol I couldn't help but laugh at this_—
Devils Helper
It knocked; a stranger. It's window pain running through me like acid through my veins. She; the devils helper; woke me up from this darkened sleep. Sleep that makes me wish I was dead.
She found me in a place that no one dared to find. The voice of an angel; the tongue of a serpent, it was darkness that drew me to her. That acidic nature that makes any man bow down on his knees.
The devils helper; she stood tall; as I laid there small. Told me the pretending was all over and it was time for me to face my fears: to face my pain; to face my uncertainty and insecurities.
You must wake from this slumber. For your safe heaven is truly your prison and I'm here to show you that all you think you are is but a mask you parade in. We are all subjective and we are all bound to our own ideals, but you must rid yourself of this thing you call slumber.
She held my hand. Everything seem to turn and shift, the energy around me made me close my eyes for before me stood my many demons; skeletons that I would never dare speak of.
Why do you feel the need to prove yourself? She asked me. I had no answer, she knew other wise. The answer was buried with in me. I was just too afraid to go hunting for it.
You wish not to see yourself in the mirror. Yet you haven't noticed that I am your own reflection looking back at you. You must look at me to look in to yourself. Venomous ways is only a gate way to lie. You must release yourself from this thing you call your life. Now.....she asked again. Why do you feel the need to prove to others your value?
It dawned on me as I looked at her. That there was light. I also noticed in her eyes my own reflection; yet I was a child. The banter of a man who showed me little to no love explained my need to please. He scold me for the smallest of things, and I began to scold myself. For I felt I wasn't good enough. I felt I wasn't worth anything but the perfection I thought I was seeking to make me a better man. It made me hate him; but hate her more. Here she stood; reflecting my own pain upon me with no remorse.
Take my soul. I begged her, take all this pain with you for I want it no longer.
Yet she laughed. She laughed and said , the only one who can do away with the pain you feel is yourself. The only one that can do a way with the anger is yourself. I'm but a guide. When you truly learn acceptance; it is then that through my reflection you will feel unconditional love. For if you look for
It knocked; a stranger. It's window pain running through me like acid through my veins. She; the devils helper; woke me up from this darkened sleep. Sleep that makes me wish I was dead.
She found me in a place that no one dared to find. The voice of an angel; the tongue of a serpent, it was darkness that drew me to her. That acidic nature that makes any man bow down on his knees.
The devils helper; she stood tall; as I laid there small. Told me the pretending was all over and it was time for me to face my fears: to face my pain; to face my uncertainty and insecurities.
You must wake from this slumber. For your safe heaven is truly your prison and I'm here to show you that all you think you are is but a mask you parade in. We are all subjective and we are all bound to our own ideals, but you must rid yourself of this thing you call slumber.
She held my hand. Everything seem to turn and shift, the energy around me made me close my eyes for before me stood my many demons; skeletons that I would never dare speak of.
Why do you feel the need to prove yourself? She asked me. I had no answer, she knew other wise. The answer was buried with in me. I was just too afraid to go hunting for it.
You wish not to see yourself in the mirror. Yet you haven't noticed that I am your own reflection looking back at you. You must look at me to look in to yourself. Venomous ways is only a gate way to lie. You must release yourself from this thing you call your life. Now.....she asked again. Why do you feel the need to prove to others your value?
It dawned on me as I looked at her. That there was light. I also noticed in her eyes my own reflection; yet I was a child. The banter of a man who showed me little to no love explained my need to please. He scold me for the smallest of things, and I began to scold myself. For I felt I wasn't good enough. I felt I wasn't worth anything but the perfection I thought I was seeking to make me a better man. It made me hate him; but hate her more. Here she stood; reflecting my own pain upon me with no remorse.
Take my soul. I begged her, take all this pain with you for I want it no longer.
Yet she laughed. She laughed and said , the only one who can do away with the pain you feel is yourself. The only one that can do a way with the anger is yourself. I'm but a guide. When you truly learn acceptance; it is then that through my reflection you will feel unconditional love. For if you look for
Illusionary
I see that a spawn of curiosity is living once again with in you. Dare step in the waters that seems to pull so many under. Survive this thing that seems to eat you up inside. Questions with little to no answers. Swear upon your soul and you are left a story on a book shelf left untold.
That tight grip of yours will only scare away the very thing you feel helps you live.
Love breaths; breath in to no one. It enhances; but it also breaks you; leaves you shattered to pick up piece that are sure enough almost impossible to put back together.
Tell me what is love? Describe it to me? How do you feel it? Can you touch it? What is it's name?
Funny; it is as an illusion as is time. Yet we want to give it life; give it a name, a face. Yet there is no such thing.
Have you come here for answers? What do you seek? Speak up? For this place isn't your typical rendezvous. Once truth is spoken; read and listened to. You will soon see that all we experience is like a fantasy.
Love me yes; hurt me not. Give me purpose yes; don't take away what you are not.
It's all written by you. A story of love only to see that with a sweep of an eraser all that which we call love can easily be gone.
So now; why have you come?
I see that a spawn of curiosity is living once again with in you. Dare step in the waters that seems to pull so many under. Survive this thing that seems to eat you up inside. Questions with little to no answers. Swear upon your soul and you are left a story on a book shelf left untold.
That tight grip of yours will only scare away the very thing you feel helps you live.
Love breaths; breath in to no one. It enhances; but it also breaks you; leaves you shattered to pick up piece that are sure enough almost impossible to put back together.
Tell me what is love? Describe it to me? How do you feel it? Can you touch it? What is it's name?
Funny; it is as an illusion as is time. Yet we want to give it life; give it a name, a face. Yet there is no such thing.
Have you come here for answers? What do you seek? Speak up? For this place isn't your typical rendezvous. Once truth is spoken; read and listened to. You will soon see that all we experience is like a fantasy.
Love me yes; hurt me not. Give me purpose yes; don't take away what you are not.
It's all written by you. A story of love only to see that with a sweep of an eraser all that which we call love can easily be gone.
So now; why have you come?
Posted by Scorsagian21
Forgivness and forget is what is said
I forgive because i choose to but dont have to
Forget is hard to do
Memories scorched in my mind
Forgetting the good and bad
Staying blind
Why take me there, you didnt have to
All you had to do is be right too
Time heals all wounds
Hopefully the memories to
I forgive because i've sinned too
What makes me right?
I acknowledge ive been wrong
So i pray you admit your faults
I got hurt, you've been hurt, all has been hurt
What makes me better than you
Do I wish things could have been different?
Of course I do
Do i wish you were the one?
Without a doubt
My knight and shining, so i thought
How very untrue
Was it all lies? All the I love yous?
Yes, you've hurt me
But i have hurt someone to
I'am not better than you
I choose to forgive
Because i want forgivness too.
I love this. Sounds like something I'm going through right now. Thankfully I'm good at forgiving, not holding grudges and moving on.
Thanks so much for sharing_??
I like erotic poetry and song lyrics.
I only made it to the second post. These are lovely. I need to find a cozy corner on the couch and a cup of tea to read these very slowly in a few *bookmarked*
A little anger left
I filled the space you left
With bricks and rocks and rubble
I fully feel the weight
Of this heavy, painful bubble.
I fill my days the same
With tasks that eat up time
Hoping to wake one day
Not caring, feeling fine.
In truth I want sleep all day
And then to sleep all night
Pretending that I'm happy
Just feels like a fight.
I want it gone from me
Your existence in my heart
To pretend we never knew
Well that would be a start.
Not saying as a solution
It's perfect, not a bit
Just that with you gone
I could climb out of this pit
But then I think of days
When you messaged or you rang
And many old wounds were healed
Perhaps that was the divine plan.
So if you came to fix some stuff
I guess I owe my gratitude
It's the other things you broke
Though that caused my attitude.
See, it's not that I'm not thankful
Of the gifts you gave so free
It's just a costly one right now
As the bill was sent to me.
Maybe it was an oversight
And you left your credit card
Or maybe I misheard the deal
And that's what makes this hard!
And maybe you miss me too
Or the dreams you had for us
Maybe you also feel crushed
Underneath this stupid bus.
You know the one, you drove it
Roughshod on both our hopes
And yet it feels to me
I'm the only one left who copes.
I suppose a part of me is thankful
You are weak, I thought you strong,
But you let you friends guide you
It didn't even take that long!
In future I'll fix myself
I cannot bear more weight
And want to be filled with love
Not anger and self hate.
So thanks again for everything
I wish you well in love
It's just I kind of wish right now
That you're shit on from above.
I filled the space you left
With bricks and rocks and rubble
I fully feel the weight
Of this heavy, painful bubble.
I fill my days the same
With tasks that eat up time
Hoping to wake one day
Not caring, feeling fine.
In truth I want sleep all day
And then to sleep all night
Pretending that I'm happy
Just feels like a fight.
I want it gone from me
Your existence in my heart
To pretend we never knew
Well that would be a start.
Not saying as a solution
It's perfect, not a bit
Just that with you gone
I could climb out of this pit
But then I think of days
When you messaged or you rang
And many old wounds were healed
Perhaps that was the divine plan.
So if you came to fix some stuff
I guess I owe my gratitude
It's the other things you broke
Though that caused my attitude.
See, it's not that I'm not thankful
Of the gifts you gave so free
It's just a costly one right now
As the bill was sent to me.
Maybe it was an oversight
And you left your credit card
Or maybe I misheard the deal
And that's what makes this hard!
And maybe you miss me too
Or the dreams you had for us
Maybe you also feel crushed
Underneath this stupid bus.
You know the one, you drove it
Roughshod on both our hopes
And yet it feels to me
I'm the only one left who copes.
I suppose a part of me is thankful
You are weak, I thought you strong,
But you let you friends guide you
It didn't even take that long!
In future I'll fix myself
I cannot bear more weight
And want to be filled with love
Not anger and self hate.
So thanks again for everything
I wish you well in love
It's just I kind of wish right now
That you're shit on from above.
Posted by PhoenixRising
I only made it to the second post. These are lovely. I need to find a cozy corner on the couch and a cup of tea to read these very slowly in a few *bookmarked*
Thank you_— it's been a while since I've been on. I'll be posting more poems. Happy to know you liked them, and thank you to everyone else who has been reading them!
Posted by ClaroPosted by Sagittarius2315
Poem Entry # 3
The soul, the soul is the most powerful influence with in us and yet we shut it out. It seeks wisdom; seeks to aid us; and yet we shut it out. The soul seeks for true unconditional love through soul connections and yet we shut it out. It seeks the none superficial; and yet our mind wins the battle cause often times we don't seek the soul of another but rather what we can gain from the union.
The soul......the soul....a powerful thing that always uplifts us when we are ready to give up; and yet we ignore the power it has to actually help us. The soul....the soul, the very thing that holds us at night; warns us when another attempts to hurt us with malice and yet again, we shut it out.
Why.....why do we reject the very thing that is with in us and made to aid us. For fear, for fear of the truths we have been ignoring; for fear that others my truly see our transparency. For fear; that we might not be good enough; or might not be as we thought we were. For fear of seeing our own reflection.
This is why......I say don't shut the soul out. Embrace, that which you are and that which you aren't, find peace in everything that has happened to you, whether negative or positive; embrace it; let it help you grow, help you be strong and above all help you love harder with no limit; no fear.
beautiful!click to expand
Thank You_??
Do Not-
Do not pity me; for my past is what has made me so adaptable. My past does not defined me; my strength is what defines me; the way I rise up from the ashes after I've fallen is who I am.
Do not shed tears for me; take my story as a lesson; and see that even the most tarnished can still come back purified from their tarnished past.
Do not feel as if you should be my crutch, my legs have hit enough pavements; and my legs have carried me through every fall; and every road I've taken is for a very good reasons, I'm a centur and my strength is all in my legs.
Do not see me as something higher; or something below you. I do not ask for anyone to support me; I don't need a shoulder to cry on. I have a pen and paper and I cry and laugh through my poems. I sing, when I am sad, I write when I am hurt, and I wear a smile the very next day; because I purge all that threatens to keep me shackled.
Do not say you know me; for you don't know my struggles. You only know what I let you know. My trust in you, if any is very limited for a reason. For no matter what; whether you hide or you don't. All use your past as ammunition to use it against you.
Do not use this as a reason; in fact you don't need a reason; for I am here painting all of my past, present and I'm letting you do what you know how to do best; and that's make excuses , turn around and call it a reason for what your doing to justify your own past doings, and make those reasons seem logical to you; yet it's not reality, because it's reality that your running from.
Do not call me when your luck has ran on empty; this ocean that use to be a refuge has dried out; what ever was here, no longer lives here; your ego is enough to make me run in the opposite direction; for you don't understand, that the time I give is because I want to give it and just like I give it I take it away; since my patience has run thin; it's time I depart from this path that's made me fall too many unnecessary times; and still here I am writing, forgiving as this pen continues to speak for me; my heart will never freeze over; because theirs far to much fight in me; to let your low blows define who I will become.
Do not pity me; for my past is what has made me so adaptable. My past does not defined me; my strength is what defines me; the way I rise up from the ashes after I've fallen is who I am.
Do not shed tears for me; take my story as a lesson; and see that even the most tarnished can still come back purified from their tarnished past.
Do not feel as if you should be my crutch, my legs have hit enough pavements; and my legs have carried me through every fall; and every road I've taken is for a very good reasons, I'm a centur and my strength is all in my legs.
Do not see me as something higher; or something below you. I do not ask for anyone to support me; I don't need a shoulder to cry on. I have a pen and paper and I cry and laugh through my poems. I sing, when I am sad, I write when I am hurt, and I wear a smile the very next day; because I purge all that threatens to keep me shackled.
Do not say you know me; for you don't know my struggles. You only know what I let you know. My trust in you, if any is very limited for a reason. For no matter what; whether you hide or you don't. All use your past as ammunition to use it against you.
Do not use this as a reason; in fact you don't need a reason; for I am here painting all of my past, present and I'm letting you do what you know how to do best; and that's make excuses , turn around and call it a reason for what your doing to justify your own past doings, and make those reasons seem logical to you; yet it's not reality, because it's reality that your running from.
Do not call me when your luck has ran on empty; this ocean that use to be a refuge has dried out; what ever was here, no longer lives here; your ego is enough to make me run in the opposite direction; for you don't understand, that the time I give is because I want to give it and just like I give it I take it away; since my patience has run thin; it's time I depart from this path that's made me fall too many unnecessary times; and still here I am writing, forgiving as this pen continues to speak for me; my heart will never freeze over; because theirs far to much fight in me; to let your low blows define who I will become.
Silently in Pain-
It hurts; it hurts and it's silent. The silence is deafening, yet so loud with in. To have joy, freedom, the ability to be all that you are and are suppose to be and have someone take it from you, and leave you to pick up the pieces all alone, it's disheartening. It makes you want to cry; but your eyes grow dry. You want your heart to grow cold; but you don't have it in you to be cold.
You want to be angry; but your heart is too forgiving. You want to be how that person paints you out to be; and you don't have the heart to be so malicious, and so heartless.
Your kindness is taken for weakness. Your mad that your heart is so soft, you wish it was as tough as steel, but you can't do it, because a steel heart can't grow.
I hurt; I hurt in silence, something I've always known how to do, is deal with pain alone. But being given that ability of feeling unity, makes you feel empty in the end.
So you blame yourself for being so trusting, so good, so humble and naive, even pure of heart, makes you blame your self. For letting anyone inside me.
It hurts; it hurts and it's silent. The silence is deafening, yet so loud with in. To have joy, freedom, the ability to be all that you are and are suppose to be and have someone take it from you, and leave you to pick up the pieces all alone, it's disheartening. It makes you want to cry; but your eyes grow dry. You want your heart to grow cold; but you don't have it in you to be cold.
You want to be angry; but your heart is too forgiving. You want to be how that person paints you out to be; and you don't have the heart to be so malicious, and so heartless.
Your kindness is taken for weakness. Your mad that your heart is so soft, you wish it was as tough as steel, but you can't do it, because a steel heart can't grow.
I hurt; I hurt in silence, something I've always known how to do, is deal with pain alone. But being given that ability of feeling unity, makes you feel empty in the end.
So you blame yourself for being so trusting, so good, so humble and naive, even pure of heart, makes you blame your self. For letting anyone inside me.
Mixed Everything-
Speak of it; feel it; we felt it; they didn't; he said it first; she said it first; don't remember; live in the now; shows you fear not; over think it; shows you wish you could run; what happened; I always wonder this; ask a million in one questions; all of which go unanswered; it doesn't matter; should it matter?; for most; yes. Why? To let go I guess; isn't suppressing the same thing?; like; out of sight, out of mind kind of thing.
Coward! Coward!
They all scream it out loud; maybe it's true; who knows; half of the time we don't even know what we truly feel; we categories it; so it can feel real; all I wanted was to be in the NOW!; you however, wanted to be in the future; re-writing stories, that still had no future; I wonder if you see in to the future; maybe not; maybe your just paranoid; I experienced that once; then reality set in; and I moved on; now I'm reliving my past; all over with you; new person; old story; that's always my truth; maybe I should be single; become celibate; could I really do that?
Maybe my heart and soul can; flesh on flash; I need flash on flash; I can't pretend to feel it; it doesn't feel right; if only I had that perfect line; that perfect time; perfect sex; with no lies; I don't even know what I'm saying; my mind is going a hundred miles per hour; I'm about do a crash landing; I can feel it coming soon; but I won't ask for help; it's still too soon; I'm the last minute kind of person; always leaving shit for last minute; even saying I love you; I leave it for last minute; because I need to know where you stand; before I reveal my plan; I'm not the type to fight; I wait; then analyze; I strike when the time is right; I'm smart; but stupid at the same time; it happens; my DNA is made up that way; what can I say; not much; all I can say; is I'm not perfect; I admit it; why hold it back like it's a plague; no one is perfect; what we are is perfectly flawed; and I love that; because it means you to will slip up.
Speak of it; feel it; we felt it; they didn't; he said it first; she said it first; don't remember; live in the now; shows you fear not; over think it; shows you wish you could run; what happened; I always wonder this; ask a million in one questions; all of which go unanswered; it doesn't matter; should it matter?; for most; yes. Why? To let go I guess; isn't suppressing the same thing?; like; out of sight, out of mind kind of thing.
Coward! Coward!
They all scream it out loud; maybe it's true; who knows; half of the time we don't even know what we truly feel; we categories it; so it can feel real; all I wanted was to be in the NOW!; you however, wanted to be in the future; re-writing stories, that still had no future; I wonder if you see in to the future; maybe not; maybe your just paranoid; I experienced that once; then reality set in; and I moved on; now I'm reliving my past; all over with you; new person; old story; that's always my truth; maybe I should be single; become celibate; could I really do that?
Maybe my heart and soul can; flesh on flash; I need flash on flash; I can't pretend to feel it; it doesn't feel right; if only I had that perfect line; that perfect time; perfect sex; with no lies; I don't even know what I'm saying; my mind is going a hundred miles per hour; I'm about do a crash landing; I can feel it coming soon; but I won't ask for help; it's still too soon; I'm the last minute kind of person; always leaving shit for last minute; even saying I love you; I leave it for last minute; because I need to know where you stand; before I reveal my plan; I'm not the type to fight; I wait; then analyze; I strike when the time is right; I'm smart; but stupid at the same time; it happens; my DNA is made up that way; what can I say; not much; all I can say; is I'm not perfect; I admit it; why hold it back like it's a plague; no one is perfect; what we are is perfectly flawed; and I love that; because it means you to will slip up.
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Euphoric isn't it? The way my words taste on your lips. Like fingers that stroke you gently while you sleep. Enticing isn't it; the way you long to hear my voice; the way you crave for me to whisper your name. Look in to my eyes, and just feel my touch, listen to your own breath as I reach areas on your body that have never been explored.
I feel the perspiration on your skin, the sudden inhalation of anticipation as you shy away not telling me a thing; yet you show it all through your body language. I ask myself why do you fear meg; yet your inviting smile makes me think twice to even mention the fact that you hide your face behind the veil of your hair.
Have I done something wrong? You shake your head no; then why so shy, you reply you don't know. Have I touched you in a way that displeased you?
You make it known that it's not displeasure that scares you; but the fact that you love it so much, and a sin shouldn't be this accepted, for the purist touch are given in the purist way. Yet I tell you this is not so; not all touch is sinful; it's all comes from a deeper place, a place that far exceeds what our mind can perceive as real; our soul allows us to climb heights that we thought never to be possible.
So I ask you let your soul lead you to ecstasy and release the mind for it keeps you bound in what it believes to be wrong, and we know that this is more than just right, it's art.