A Nice ReminderYou gazed at me from across the room,A Nice Reminder
your eyes almost piercing me with their intensity. You asked me to dance and I let go of all inhibitions
I had at the beginning of the night. Surprisingly, I enjoyed myself, I enjoyed you. I forgot what flattery felt like, but I have a feeling this might just be the reminder I was waiting for...
PityYou drown your sorrows in liquer and beer, just as your friends do, who you once had pity for. You put on your usual mask and play the part well. The only thing changing from the performance night to night is the ending. Someone new to make you forget someone new to keep you from being alone someone new to drown your sorrows in when the liquer and beer wear off. Feel better?Pity
AbsenceYour scent lingers vaguely on my pillowAbsence
where your head used to sleep softly next to mine. Memories of youandI in that room make their way into my thoughts
and haunt me throughout my day. Your touch, now absent from my skin is something of the past,
something I thought for so long would be my future. I look around the room and can almost hear your footsteps
and your hand slowly pushing my door open, greeting me with that sly grin of yours... Remembering that any minute, I would have been in your arms... You keeping that cool and nonchalant way about you,
Secret AgreementFrom across the room, flirtatious gazes are exchanged. The attraction is evident, and wordless plans are made with a nod.Secret Agreement
She gets up and goes to an empty room. Five minutes later he leaves and joins her. A sudden embrace, and the temperature rises.
Zippers are opened, and buttons are ripped away. In an act of raw passion, they become one.
Like mating birds in the sky, twisting and turning in a dance. Faster they fall, crowing with pleasure.
And just before it becomes too much, and they hit the Earth, they pu
21'st BirthdayShe enters the room, And smiles replace frowns. You couldn’t do better, With a circus of clowns.21'st Birthday
Her personality is pure, Quirky to speak plain. She could be mistaken, Occasionally for insane.
No matter the day, Or the mood you’re in. She’ll give you her best, And I’d bet she’d win.
She’s the sort of gal, You’d want a as a friend. Because broken hearts, Are her specialties to mend.
So give her your trust, And all of your cheer. Today is her birthday, Now she can really drink beer.
Untitled1Letting go is beyond my capacity. The angel has escaped me, and you're the last one left. Lets admire the stars dropping in your eyes together, as the sun leaps into the sea. I didn't want to know before, what lay malignant inside of you.Untitled1
Ignore the flames enshrouding us Remember only that death may take all someday. Lets at least keep eachother as we dance into the ground.
The Angel on the ShoreSitting cross-legged On the crystal sands of time, By the crashing of the waters; Holding a sword in his hand, Without a demon to slay.The Angel on the Shore
A wayward soul Fallen from grace, A king without providence, A church with no clergy, A book with no words...
But still he stays, And braves the waters of chaos. His will unbroken, By a lifetime of sorrow.
He stands against the gale of waves And opens his tattered wings,
Knowing that he cannot fly. And so he closes them again And sits back down upon the shore.
quick update
Your poems are great! I haven't read them all yet but I am getting there!! See ya later on
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"Those who would trade their freedoms for safety deserve neither." Ben Franklin
"A woman once drove me to drink, and I didn't even have the decency to thank her." W. C. Fields
"Sometimes we leave the ones we love precisely because we love them." Eric Breece
I hope you had a good birthday! Sorry I didn't meet you guys Saturday night, but my room was messy and I was feeling blah... We will have to go out some other time!
luv ya
sarahalice
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Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.
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