softy
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"I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn
I wrote this short story I new it needed religon, sex and mystery.
OH my God Im pregent I wonder whos it is?
OH my God Im pregent I wonder whos it is?
Just for Practice
The Archetype Arien
Mister Inc
Where have all the budding writers gone? TW2
In the dawning silence
I can hear the phantom ring
The world just seems to fall away
I hear the angels sing
Grief and pain just disappear
My world is mine again
And for that single moment
I can live without an end
I can hear the phantom ring
The world just seems to fall away
I hear the angels sing
Grief and pain just disappear
My world is mine again
And for that single moment
I can live without an end
Velvet whispers
Inaudible murmuring
Stifled secrets
Indigo shadows veil desperation
Obscuring desire
In a lucid azure dream
I found you
Under a sapphire sky.
Inaudible murmuring
Stifled secrets
Indigo shadows veil desperation
Obscuring desire
In a lucid azure dream
I found you
Under a sapphire sky.
Well, it so happens that I was asked my permission to dedicate 2 whole pages to me in an upcoming book called The International Who's Who of Poetry with one of the pages being my poem and the other page being a biography of me. Woohoo! (Hopefully it's n
I'd be interested to read more of your stuff, if you're willing to share.
A Maiden
Sara Teasdale
Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his casement fine.
And if I were the little bird
That twitters on the tree,
All day I'd si
Sara Teasdale
Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his casement fine.
And if I were the little bird
That twitters on the tree,
All day I'd si
Holy butter.
Miles away, but I feel you here.
Constantly in my thoughts, embedded in my mind....
A connection, not physical, but by an invisible line...
A line so strong and powerful, that it doesn't diminish with time....
But what is weak, and helpless, is that you will never be mine.