| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 4/30/2008 7:43:29 PM | Hands on your hips
lips against your lips
with everything, and
nothing circling through
my mind
The feel of your skin, everywhere,
all at once on my mind
you calm with a kiss
and i fall
stepping back in my myself
and push further outside
with your lips pressed to mine
lifting you while standing still
kiss along the underside
of your chin
and fall to my knees
my hands on your hips
forward, and back
take you down with me
to the great below
leaving
your white dress behind you
we fall so that we may rise
come into me, i've been here
waiting for you | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/1/2008 5:26:25 PM | hey visual....been checkin' out your latest writes (on various threads) ...as I am a fan of yours....luvin every one of 'em.....
Step into the unknown and enjoy every f*cking minute of it
hell yeah girl......that's what I'm talkin' bout.... | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/3/2008 2:56:55 PM | A touch.
Each word
spoken
would decay
fall from me
and I, held by tragedy
would fail
that each part
leave
as shadows
dust
released by me
the winds
cold
Rebuild me
stand me whole
that again I be
by this
breath
passed by lips
not quite clean
far beyond seen
I see you
by moonlight
glean
An image blurred
two so entwined
such a fine line
divinity release me
love touches hate
words crushing fate
a breath upon my neck
sands never sate
a flesh so appealing
it all
sends me
reeling...
..T.. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/5/2008 1:46:03 PM | yeah . . .
i think you know
why i stand
that your the reason the moon comes out
only so it can watch us in the night
laid out on the beach
my senses overcome with you
each new day we rest in the light
you in my arms
lay back, and wonder
what dreams fill your mind
not of falling because i hold you now
so securely in my arms that the thoughts past
if there's something more thanthe night
and the night gives way to a thousand lifetimes,
springing from you and I
we will stand together and watch over
tie the knots, and secure the bows
make each sensation alittle stronger
with yesterday in the past, and walking on
steady the stones, and place them secure
spring forth with life
i've got your rear
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/5/2008 5:14:38 PM | I want the one that chooses me
Not the one who thinks he can fix me
Dont fix me
I will always be broken
Love isnt meant to be easy
If it was you could purchase it in a bubble gum machine
Love for a twoonie
Lust for a looney
For every smile brought to your face
There will be a thousand of tears
You will meet your everything
The one that could be with anyone
But the one that chose you
The one that loves every inch
The one that loves your every flaw
Imperfections
Darkest chamber of your heart
Can you feel it?
When your heart needs a new beat
.....Oh look a ring in my cracker jack box!
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/5/2008 8:45:02 PM | What You see is what you get
Clothed in unexsposed
Elements of shaded guilt lifted years ago
Pain a refelction shouldered as we all bare
Witness is our redemption cast in arms embrace
Open is the mind guarded within trust an faith
Imprint imperfections
Accept
Kiss
Hold
Beleive
Heart
Skips a beat
Show Emotion
.... oh feel
Heartbeats.................... | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/8/2008 8:50:54 AM | Emotion swept up on a rocky shore
and life began to gain ground
seeds upon the rocks died, and tried agin
finally, the rock broke down
from the seeds rose a new world
without the vein of fear, faux, or hate
nobility and honor
a blessed inbred trait
blessed were the sacrifices
made along the way
they given a canvas to just how important
this love to be was
a resolute reminder,
that I will
with all heart love you
in each coming day | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/8/2008 8:53:56 AM | Touch my skin leave me wanting
Flesh upon flesh
Naked and bare
Touch all of me within
Rapid heartbeat, soft moans
Take me in, your lips surrounding me
Kissable lips
Touchable hips
Areolas pink
Nipples peak
River is flowing
Contrast in colours
Write me a book
Read me a fairy tale
Use your tongue
Use your fingers
My body is braille
Please come read my story?
Once upon a time.....
........Another aching need | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/8/2008 5:31:12 PM | Vicious, insecure tongues will split.
Save your life.
Sanity only a word we pretend.
Lets be wicked shall we?
Make a killing with our words.
Slick, such sweet poetry.
Seducing, entrancing, alluring.
You would sell your soul for power.
Letters are like noises falling in the rain.
Poets with words, poets with words like sex.
Sliding, slippery, writhing against the sheets.
But they dont exist.
Lets all be indestructable poet whores.
One night stands and leaving you begging for more.
Drained, strained
Whisper to me your secrets
Heart to heart
Alone in this cold bed tonight | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/8/2008 6:30:28 PM | Alone in this cold bed tonight
with thoughts of you
words, pictures, and thoughts
play catch with them by myself
as I bounce them off the wall
woken by a crack of something
hitting the window
thought maybe you were home
coming through the door
one clock ticks, and the other glows
counting off the minutes of the night
waiting til daybreak and 1 new to show
when again I get to talk to you
sun rises and sweeps across the new day
knock to see if the neighbor kids
can come out and play
sitting on the hood of worn humvee
checking the mail to see if your free
when the grace of your smile
fills me soul with dreams to be
going to open the window,
let some breeze flow through
this empty room tonight
another night in this cold bed | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/8/2008 7:58:32 PM | There must have been something
something you recognized
in every word passed to let
you know that it was all about you
Something in the day, the way
everyone looked at you like
you were on cloud nine, what's with that
goofy smile, you never smile
something about how your feet
didn't hit the ground today
how everything, was just there
even at the worst of times
something to let you know
that I was right there, even though
thousands of miles away, that
smile you can't wash away | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/10/2008 6:27:49 PM | | Chilly day outside. Step outside in the pouring rain wearing nothing but a thin tank top. Walked to the edge of the steps and made my way to the center of the yard. Just standing there. Feeling the cold rain beat against my bare skin. Enjoying the sensation of being one with nature enjoying the wetness of my shirt. Breathe in deeply and sigh. Goosebumps from the water trickling down my body. Watching my feet rub against the wet grass when i hear something. I look up there you are in the doorway smiling and laughing at me. I know i am a crazy fool for standing in the rain. But wont you join me? Join me in natures insanity and make the rain feel warm..... | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/10/2008 6:37:21 PM | | i walk out the door, in my mokasin slippers, and blue jeans. The dog comes running out passed me, and into the rain. ... I guess if you two are crazy enough to be out here i think to myself. ... So i walk down the front porch stairs ind into the the rain . . . .this isn't so bad . . . . and you take my hand | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/12/2008 8:46:50 PM | Love . . . . Ramble . . . . Seven
Hey,
Could I be the One
To lift you into heaven,
Can we leave it all behind, and start over
Can I wake to see you everyday
No matter what else they shoot at me
I want you to be there
Yellin Go get em Fckr
The one who takes me home when I win
and the one who takes me home
when I can't do it anymore,,
be the one who doesn't lose faith
and tells me yes you can
I can deal with the world
I'm pretty good at it sometimes
just gettin tired of this ship
that goes nowhere, same thing every day
I can deal with the hard times
people have been doing it for all of creation
would you still walk with me
the hard times, the hard times may not come
but if they should, could we walk away from it all
to keep us together, in darkness and in light
i don't want to lose faith anymore, or ever again
the lies put me on my own for a long time
seperated myself from everything
sometimes I look back, and see that
somethings are better off that way
always thought my heart would be held by one
and really it won't pump the other way
In these times of being alone
there are a million voices standing right beside me
knowing that we have to break away from the past
yet we can't turn and talk
cause we haven't learned anything new yet
and don't want to say what's been said
back up to the edge and just fall away
sometimes for some reason will keeps me on
learn something new and there's twenty others
standing there trying to out do you then
man if you were who i was trying to impress
or who I wanted to be . . . .
Yeah I Know The Show Must Go On
I'd like ya to be my Co Star
Cause sometimes I just don't want to face the press
and you could out talk 'em i'd bet | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/12/2008 9:15:36 PM | Out of life I hold on to every last breath
As long as my blood lingers for power I strive to achieve the impossible
Every lingering momment in agony I only indulge to feel that strengh flow through my veins
While I'm a loss floating at the edge on the catasrasphere
Each breath I hope to feel my power rise upon me
Unburden me with the pains of the world so I maybe strong
Alas it's only a similee as I fall to the floor covered in ashes of who I once was
I try to follow through just to struggle from partaking my own life
It's a nightmare to be me everyday
Yet I keep hoping to find my strengh | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/13/2008 9:34:49 AM | Hunger
Build
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Bite
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Build
Want
Sustain
Pulse
Build
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Desire
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Build
Want
More
Hunger
Harder
Want
Sustain
Fire
Build
Want
Sustain
Hunger
Build
Beast
Sustain
Drive
Build
Want
Sustain | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/13/2008 12:48:55 PM | It's been a roller coaster ride of highs and lows.
Isn't everyone's? Yes, I guess so.
At least now your not alone.
Don't have to face it on your own.
Today is Grandma's day.
Grandpa's with her BTW.
God, be with them please.
Give them strength to get through.
I'll go back up soon.
Spend what time I can ... while I can.
Mother's day was great.
Wonder if it was her last.
Almost all her kids sent flowers
She has always said
Give me my flowers while I'm alive
So I can see and smell them
Mother's Day
The house smelled
with rose perfume
A rainbow of colors.
Grandma, expect more flowers on Monday
That will be your birthday
Another good excuse to send flowers
What does it feel like to be 91?
I'll miss you grandma
You know you have a story to tell
We had this talk years ago, remember?
You going to tell me now?
Your time is almost out
I would like to know
Who you were when you were young
Who you are now at deaths door
Are you happy with your dash grandma
All the living between
Are you satisfied with how
things worked out for you?
Have you truly been happy?
I think you have been
You've always done things your way
Guess that's where I get it from.
 I Love ya Grandma .... | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/16/2008 1:00:59 AM | I saw one staring at me this morning as I left for work
It reminded me of you
I didn't lnow why
I thought it was the shiny black feathers, and your hair
I knew there was more
I couldn't put my finger on it
Ravens and Crows represent magick, mystery, and sacred law as well as battle, and the mysteries of the Crone and Matron (warrior goddess). A gathering of ravens is called an "unkindness"while a group of crows is a "murder". They are highly intelligent birds, and have been known to follow armies for many miles. In Native American Myth, Raven is a Creator/Trickster god. In Celtic lore, the raven is sacred to Badb (whose name means "Battle Crow"and the Morrigan as well as Bran and Lugh. In Greek lore it is sacred to Hecate, and Apollo among others. In Norse tradition,, the two ravens that sit on the shoulders of Odin are called Huginn and Muninn (Mind and Memory). As guardians through the cycle of death and rebirth, the scintillating rainbow colors in their dark wings remind us that even in the midst of darkness we have the power to touch the light. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/16/2008 3:32:58 AM | the scintillating rainbow colors in their dark wings remind us that even in the midst of darkness we have the power to touch the light
Might be just tooting my own horn but i think thats the reason. Lovin the writes in here everyone. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/16/2008 11:35:34 AM | Lone Youth
Bitterness falling onto
The symphony of life
Once care free youth
Joins the ranks of cynical
Adults
Marching without reason
In useless loneliness
Stumbling toward the
Fate of the pessimistic
Poet
Words fly without
Emotion. Thoughts rage
Through the shattering
Mind of a youth’s lost
Soul
Finding solace in the
Company of couples
Siphoning the bits
Of happiness from their
Kiss | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/16/2008 2:34:29 PM | Supposed love
Forever destined to some extinction
at the vast end, the death of my life.
The whole temple of my achievements
now lay in the ruins of its own abyss.
There to lie buried forever
beneath its stench and rotted debris.
So not some heroism by fire
nor all my passionate desires.
Not my intensity in thoughts and feelings
or my devotions and whispered inspirations.
Not the labors of friendship thru shared ages
or the treasured embrace of two lover’s affection.
Can preserve love once gone.
And beyond the grave
Trio of Depths -
Unutterable
my seething resentment,
yet within her embrace
A place still I long.
Her once tender surrogate affection.
A spreading languished weeping
left swollen, Never to be undone.
Childish mourning turns a new conception.
I cast amid my own twisted thoughts.
Adrift in some murky emotional dissuasion,
Barren it reflects the contempt upon
what it was (love) that I sought. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/16/2008 3:51:58 PM | DB sorry about your loss. All I can say is it doesn't get easier, but, you start to focus on what's in front of you now. Good Luck
Hey, diary can we put stuff in that makes us smile? and, I don't knopw why i thought this fit here . . .
The Bull straddles two opposites in the world of mythology and symbolism, in that it is both a solar and a lunar creature. The Bull's male fertility, fiery temperament, and role as father of the herd make him the masculine sun-god in many cults. Just as the lion is the king and terror of the beasts of the forest, the bull is the king of the farm and the personification of brute strength and power. The lion, the bull, and the sun are popular symbols of life and resurrection. The bull's crescent shaped horns link him to moon worship and symbolism although in some areas the sun is a bull while the moon is a cow.
Its association with the sun makes the Bull a symbol of the heavens, resurrection, and fire, while its association with the moon makes the Bull a symbol of earth, water, night, and death. This animal's masculinity is not diminished by its feminine lunar connections. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/16/2008 7:09:58 PM | Drip, drop splat
The melody of tears
From the tiny well they come
Sliding down my cheek
Dripping off my chin
Running into the ink
Put forth by my pen
Drip Drop Splat.
Original by me and yes, it has been published. | |
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| Raw and emotionally exposed....Dear Diary thoughts
Posted: 5/16/2008 11:33:26 PM | | Aye...... thanks brother for the condolences....but neither of those were written about anyone in particular.....nor was I in some bad mood that day....they tend to just write themselves sometimes......with years passing between. | |
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