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I notice you immediately
‘Cause you smell like reckless danger Mixed with narcissism and whisky And that’s my favorite scent. You’re a skilled trickster A magician A snake charmer And within six seconds, I’m begging you to bite me Double-dog daring your fangs to slice into my vulnerability. And so you do. I say this makes me sexy and powerful, but really— It slays me so subtly that I miss my own slow-motion death. Your venom slips deep, deep, then deeper, Making me lose my shit. I breathe you in And I lose my shit. This is not love. This is fucked up, This is fucking, But, this is not love. My dark darling, you’ve burned me to the ground again. We dive too deep, consumed with passionate pain Revealing everything Hiding everything Hurting each other is half the fun. A fierce game of Russian roulette A relentless power struggle My bleeding heart splits open— But, hurting each other is half the fun. My dark darling, you’ve burned me to the ground again. Thrilling games like these have a price: A thousand dollars per second To prostitute my tender heart To your hungry soul. Within weeks, I’m sucked dry as a desert, As your sparkling fangs scan for a new, juicy prey. I’m exhausted and empty, As you leave me behind, a shattered survivor of your recklessness. I’m done. My dark darling, I loved you because I hated myself. I’m done. But, I thank you for burning me down, Because I came back from that fiery death To fly into the fierce winds of freedom And soar. Yes, I’m learning to love myself So I can soar. Goodbye dark darling, You’re but a terrible nightmare. It’s my time now, And I plan to fucking soar! Author: Sarah Harvey
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Most Like an Arch This Marriage
By John Ciardi Most like an arch—an entrance which upholds and shores the stone-crush up the air like lace. Mass made idea, and idea held in place. A lock in time. Inside half-heaven unfolds. Most like an arch—two weaknesses that lean into a strength. Two fallings become firm. Two joined abeyances become a term naming the fact that teaches fact to mean. Not quite that? Not much less. World as it is, what’s strong and separate falters. All I do at piling stone on stone apart from you is roofless around nothing. Till we kiss I am no more than upright and unset. It is by falling in and in we make the all-bearing point, for one another’s sake, in faultless failing, raised by our own weight. |
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Let Me Love You One Day At A Time
Let me love you one day at a time, and please love me that very same way. We may never learn all there is to know about love, but every day together will teach us a little more about ourselves and the special kind of happiness we can bring to each other. One of the best things you've helped me learn is that love starts with being honest, speaking straight from how we really feel. I like how we've opened doors, and windows of our lives and invited each other to come in, look around and get aquainted. The more I'm with you, the more at home I feel. Let me love you one day at a time. Why talk about "always" and say things we're not sure we mean, when we can talk about today and mean exactly what we say. Let's think of each sunrise as a fresh start, a brand new beginning... and try to fill each day with as much love as it can hold. I know you're not always going to be exactly the same person Sunday thru Saturday, January thru December, and neither am I. We both need laughing times and crying times... and time for every mood in between. The important thing is that you can be the kind of you that feels most natural and that I can be my most favorite kind of me. That's what makes us so comfortable together... it's also what keeps us from taking too much for granted. Let me love you one day at a time. Let's not wonder how long love will last but how beautiful we can make it grow. Let's give our best to each other but, let's never expect miracles of our love. There's no need to... the reality of you and me is better than all the impossible dreams and fantasies I've ever imagined. Being with you is feeling proud, blessed, grateful for each hour we share. Let me love you, not according to any how-to-book, or by someone else's set of rules... but simply for who you are and how you are with me. And please love me, not for what I might be molded into, but for what I am here and now. Don't expect me to be someone all good and all giving, someone who could never disappoint you... someone to right to be real and too perfect to be me. I'm just as human as anyone I know... and very thankful that you are too. Let's try to remember that love means keeping in touch with each other's thoughts and feelings... listening not just to words, but to the emotions behind them... seeing, not just the smiles and frowns but the hurt and pleasures that cause them. Let me love you one day at a time, starting today. Let's have the courage to try to change whatever needs changing about us, and wisdom to know what should never be changed. Believing in ourselves and in our ability to handle whatever tomorrow brings... and trusting that this love we share will continue to grow stronger as the future years unfold... One Beautiful Day At A Time. |
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The Hunter's Song At Nightfall
~Goethe My rifle cocked, in savage calm I prowl the moorland here, Your face before me everywhere, Your vivid face, my dear. You strolled, I'm sure, a sweeter field In sweeter calm today. No thought of me, or such a thought As girls can shrug away. No thought of one who, vexed and glum, Has all the world to track. The roads go east, the roads go west, But not a road goes back. And yet to think of you...such peace Around me settles soon As if I'm puzzled how my gaze Were spellbound on the moon. |
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Love Poems to God, II, 22
You are the future, the red sky before sunrise over the fields of time. You are the cock's crow when night is done, you are the dew and the bells of matins, maiden, stranger, mother, death. You create yourself in ever-changing shapes that rise from the stuff of our days--- unsung, unmourned, undescribed, like a forest we never knew. You are the deep innerness of all things, the last word that can never be spoken. To each of us you reveal yourself differently: to the ship as coastline, to the shore as a ship. --Rainier Maria Rilke |
04-23-2015, 07:17 PM | #647 |
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The Tailor
Listening to the silent words, spoken yet not The tailor pauses--a tender thought playing to his lips His hands traveling--reaching skyward toward the worn patches of colored hue His fingers opening--as the dainty embellishment's, and textures flow through Behold the tapestry of loving tears, he feels it Feeling the gentle embrace, touching yet not The tailor pauses--a tender thought playing to his lips His ears drinking--reaching skyward the fabric swirls and collides against his skin His skin absorbing--as the silken strands tickle and echo Behold the tapestry of loving tears, he hears it The tailor stands within the tapestry As he pauses a tender thought plays to his lips Smiling, he gently enfolds himself The tailor knows his work is secure For the threads woven in love are unbreakable. Make tomorrow's dawn the brightest moment of today. In that--Tears of love are shed. -Lyrical (a random poet I know) |
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SEA-CHANGE~
Genevieve Taggard You are no more, but sunken in a sea Sheer into dream, ten thousand leagues, you fell; And now you lie green-golden, while a bell Swings with the tide, my heart; and all is well Till I look down, and wavering, the spell- Your loveliness - returns. There in the sea, Where you lie amber-pale and coral-cool, You are most loved, most lost, most beautiful. |
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We Outgrow Love Like Other Things
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) We outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
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You Learn
You Learn Jorge Luis Borges After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure… That you really are strong And you really do have worth… And you learn and learn… With every good-bye you learn.
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Again and Again Rainer Maria Rilke Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
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E.E. Cummings I will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will I complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise After a thousand years lipping flowers And set my teeth in the silver of the moon. |
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MAN AND SEA~🐋~
Charles Baudelaire Man, a free man, always loves the sea and in its endlessly unrolling surge will contemplate his soul as in a glass where gulfs as bitter gape within his mind. Into this image of himself he dives, his arms and eyes wide open and his heart sometimes diverted from its own dead march by the tides of that untamable complaint. How grim their combat, and yet how discreet -who has sounded to its depths the human heart? and who has plucked its riches from the sea? -so jealously they guard their secrets, both! Countless the ages past and still to come in which they wage their unrelenting war for sheer delight in carnage and in death, implacable brothers and eternal foes. |
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I Have Found What You Are Like - e.e. cummings
i have found what you are like the rain, (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields easily the pale club of the wind and swirled justly souls of flower strike the air in utterable coolness deeds of green thrilling light with thinned newfragile yellows lurch and.press -in the woods which stutter and sing And the coolness of your smile is stirring of birds between my arms;but i should rather than anything have (almost when hugeness will shut quietly) almost, your kiss |
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of likely hearts
“For love is a celestial harmony
Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent, Which join together in sweet sympathy, To work each other's joy and true content, Which they have harbour'd since their first descent Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see And know each other here belov'd to be.” ― Edmund Spenser, Fowre Hymnes
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With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me.” ― W.H. Auden |
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The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along. [From Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks]
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The Summons.
I can not bow to woo thee With honey words and flower kisses And the dew of sweet half-truths Fallen on the grass of old quaint love-tales Of broidered days foredone. Nor in the murmurous twilight May I sit below thee, Worshiping in whispers Tremulous as far-heard bells. All these things have I known once And passed In that gay youth I had but yester-year. And that is gone As the shadow of wind. Nay, I can not woo thee thus; But as I am ever swept upward To the centre of all truth So must I bear thee with me Rapt into this great involving flame, Calling ever from the midst thereof, "Follow! Follow!" And in the glory of our meeting Shall the power be reborn. And together in the midst of this power Must we, each outstriving each, Cry eternally: "I come, go thou yet further." And again, "Follow," For we may not tarry. - Ezra Pound |
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"When the sweet glance of my true love caught my eyes,
Like alchemy, it transformed my copper-like soul. I searched for Him with a thousand hands, He stretched out His arms and clutched my feet" [From Thief of Sleep by Shahram Shiva]
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A Touch, A Tear, A Tempest
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