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"Love Again"

This life alone can be a mystery.
Every step is writing history.
The men in my life were never meant to be.
Choosing and cruising is only safety.
***But over and over I fall,
***Crushing and losing it all.
Sunbeams, under my pillow.
Sweet dreams, beneath my skin.
Call me, crazy forever.
Beacuase this, time I will win.

Now I have found the perfect company.
Glowing and growing moves so easily.
This time I know that he will come to me.
Forever and ever oh, so faithfully.
***But over and over I fall,
***Crushing and losing it all.
Sunbeams, under my pillow.
Sweet dreams, beneath my skin.
Call me, crazy forever.
Beacause this, time I will win.

(Bridge)
Sunbeams, under my pillow.
Sweet dreams, beneath my skin.
Call me, crazy forever.
Because this, time I will win.
***Over and over and over I fall,
***Always losing it all.

BAD DREAMS

Your love is vacant
My love is true
Your heart is cold
Now mine is too
Although I'm not mad
The anguish still grows
It kills me inside
But nobody knows
The true pain I feel
Is a life without you
A life worth nothing
And nothing I can do
But none of that matters
So much does it hurt
You've cut open my wrists
And watched as they spurt
From my deep veins
Of which they feed
No longer sharing
Or spreading seeds
Get used to this life
And hope that it's short
But never like mine
And more a court
With judgement it ends
The torture it seems
But in my life there's never
An end to bad dreams

Peace of mind sweeps over me
Glancing from afar
Dripping hope and wonder
Upon my folded arms

Floating beauty nears again
Brushing lips of faith
Across my ear with whispers
Of pure, transcending ways

Sprite of glory follows close
Knocking at my door
I open just a hand or two
Accepting, wanting more

Blazing pleasure backs aways
Trying to perceive
If my arms are open wide
Enough for this to be

And then my eyes are saddened
Swelled and closed again
Forever knowing deeply
That this will never end

I am currently tearing my house apart looking for my notebook that I keep all of my poetry in because I know of a poem that I have written and I don't have it posted on my page. I would really like for you all to read it. It's about the many faces that we put on for each situation that we come upon in life and around different people. I used animal imagery in every stanza, and it is one of my more complex poems that took a lot of thought and contemplation to write. Once I find it (darn faeries) I will post it and have you all come check it out. :0~

Do you ever wonder about the man on the moon? What he thinks...what he sees...what he think's about what he sees? We can only view the world from our own two eyes, but those of us with failing eye sight don't have the opportunity to see the world like many others. Instead we are blind. We are blind to the opportunity to succeed in life, we are blind to the open doors provided by life. And in the mean time we are forced to walk through walls. If one chooses a path to walk that leads to walls, what would one do if for once they could see the open door? I, as one, should choose to walk through it. But one's only experience is walking through walls. Even if one could stand in front of the open door and view the other side or step in front of the wall and not be able to see the other side, I, as one, would attempt to walk through the wall. Not afraid to try something new, but daring enough to walk without knowing, makes one's life an open road. Which leaves many walls and many choices. Thus one is not afraid of blindness because the moon, if asked, would show the world. But merely one walks the path, that not many choose, because of faith in the moon. For life is blind to one, as one is blind to life.

Can you ever feel sadness because you are truly hurt or touched by something? Or is it always out of self-pitty or grief? When you think of things you relate them to your own life and thoughts. So how can you not be selfish about what you say and do, what you think and feel? When you take a point and time, where there's only one person in your life, that when you look at them makes you smile out of true happiness, what do you do when you know they'll never return the same smile? We are taught as children that our heart holds what we feel. But honestly, so does every other part of our body. The heart holds the blood and pumps the blood that keeps us alive. And that is all that it holds, but without it we would die and wouldn't be able to feel at all. Our minds are what gives us feelings, and that's where we store them. I used to say that I wish I could rip out my heart and put it in someones hand, dripping with blood, so that maybe, just once, they could see how I felt. And I'm sure I'll never stop saying it. But instead of my heart, my brain seems a bit more appropriate. Of course we don't think of a broken brain as we do a broken heart, because that's not what we were taught. But that's how it is, and that's how I prefer to see it.