I will play music again. I will love again. I will read again. I will have a room again. I will have books again. I will have journals again. I will have furniture again. I will have a wardrobe again. I will have friendship again. I WILL be respected again. I will get out of this town. I will be successful. I will be proud. I will become everything ( Read more... )

 I live a great life, "Soft and fat like summer roses." My mornings are filled with comfort & love; ...you and I, wrapping our limbs around each other so tightly, as if we are trying to completely embody one another...and we are. I get presents most mornings: coffee, a light breakfast, and fabulous morning sex to cure our light hangovers. Then I ( Read more... )

I cant wait to be yours. Hurry back & make me yours, so that I can call you mine. I'm tired of being single, and im tired of other flawed men. I want the perfection that I see in you, every day, for as long as we can make eachother happy.

I lay outside with my head resting upon your lap on a wicker sofa, gazing at the stars.You scratch my head and speak passionately about something beautiful-- gorgeous ravines or wrought iron wall art. I don't care about these things, but I can listen and appreciate every word you say--sipping on a pale ale, lit parliament in hand, looking into your ( Read more... )

 Rockets fall on rockets fall of rockets.
A cinderella story,
with many delicate glass slippers.
Bottles fall on bottles fall on bottles,
while locked up in a trecherous room,
driving yourself mad,
while mice talk.
The wretched chewing up your heart like cubed steak,
and spitting it out,
feeding it to the dogs.
Your soft, lovely bones,
the only proof of your ( Read more... )

 by Anne Sexton.

I am spinning,
I am spinning on the lips,
they remove my shadow,
my phantom from my past,
they invented a timetable of tongues,
that take up all my attention.
Wherein there is no room.
No bed.
The clock does not tick
except where it vibrates my 4000 pulses,
and where all was absent,
all is two,
touching like a choir of butterflies,
and like the ( Read more... )

 Oh, how things change. I have no regrets. I truely believe now that everything happens for a reason. If it wasn't for the series of events which led up to this point, I wouldnt have met such beautiful people as the ones I have been so blessed to find. And now I feel happier than I have ever been. Thank you, universe, for giving back what I sent ( Read more... )

 "To lose the earth you know, for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth..." -Thomas Wolfe.

Loving an unloved lover is nothing like after hours.

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Y O U R S E L F .