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DaRk IcE Apr 2015
He's loving her from a distance, slowly dying inside from pain stricken grief

Refusing to see what he has right in front of him, a beautiful, amazing woman

Her love for him flowed as natural as a spring in the mountain's, showering mists of kisses upon his cheek*

The profound pain painted on her face as he stormed away haunts him night and day.

He wastes away with a heavy heart over what he's done, choosing to surrender to darkness rather then respond to light.

**Foolishness was always his demise and he feeds it 3 course meals on a 4 figure salary.
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
Among the afterglow of making love birds            
   Tweet a melody to our praise. Perched
      In the window seal sending their
        Love to the world. Savoring in
           Sweet pillow talk, our souls
             Unite in parallel strides.
                I see the world in his
                               Eyes.
The future is paved of silver and gold in our honor. Our happiness is rich, desired by all.
Side by side we conquer the ugliness life throws our way, only saving the best for last.
He is
My strength.

No greater gift can be bestowed.*
He is
My heart.

**He is
Mine.
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
She was an eccentric one, living a life of solitude in the depths of the woods. People believed her to be a witch, having seen her using cauldrons supposedly conjuring magic potions for sinister spells. Her only friend, a black crow that perched on her shoulder as she tredded the woods gathering goods. The children often hid behinds tree's and bushes peeking at her in fear that she would catch them spying and turn them into frogs or something worse.  The supposed witch went on about her business preparing for winter months ahead. She dressed quite odd in times where women only worse dresses, she wore trousers. Thick, hand sewn deep brown trousers that she explained kept her warm in winters harsh storms. She seemed to have a remedy for just about everything, encouraging everyone's theory that she really is a witch. She used her cauldron to make herbal tea's and maple syrup to earn a living. She had unusual methods used in much earlier times to see if the maple tree's were ready to be drained of their syrup. The children had seen her thumping  a stick against the tree's not knowing that she was listening to the sound it made which told her if they were ready or not. Her methods, although unsual to current times were nothing of a witch. One fridged winter day a little girl found herself caught in a merciless snow storm. The wind howling fiercely, she was going in circles and indefinitely lost. There she lay face down in the snow passed out from freezing temperatures and pure exhaustion. Out of nowhere the supposed witch came across her lying in the snow. The little girl came to only to be face to face with the witch and was terrified. The witch pegina put her onto a sled and pulled her deep into the woods back to her shack. She poured her a hot cop of tea. The little girl was reluctant to drink it because she thought it was a magic potion. Pegina said, it's only tea child. The little girl smelled it and replied, it does smell like tea. She began sipping it and found it was most delightful. Her clothes were soaked so pegina had an idea. She offered the little girl a pair of deep brown trousers just like hers. The little girl laughed, she said, I'll look silly. They were dry nevertheless, so she put them on and to her surprise were quite warm and cozy. About then, the storm was letting up and it was time to get the girl home. They made the journey back to her house, before departing the little girl asked her a question. She asked, do you think I'll turn out like you? Pegina said, only if your lucky.
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DaRk IcE Apr 2015
From the outside looking in I see your reflection, the man your trying to be. The man who loves with no convictions, only true intentions. Holding onto her soul, reading her thoughts like an open book, speaking her words before there said. Feeling her desires and forfilling her aspirations one by one. Making her whole, completing her dreams by her side. Taking her hand, strong and wise as her guide into the unknown. Shielding her from evil as her own super hero, your kryptonite her pain. Sailing the high airs with her underneath your cape. Sweeping her off her feet, a true gentlemens treat. The only fire to her flame, she burns for you and only you. Her loyalty, she gives of your deserving embrace, the antidote.
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
Migrains are physically debilitating  and mentally inextinguishable
Ive suffered for many years with these and underwent everything known to man with no answers. I must not lose hope.
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
Wonderous lustful sips of magic aiding in my abandonment of your memory, clinging onto my heart with retractable claws while the blood pours into a vile.
Reenactments of past unsuccessful battles fighting for power having lost lives as the ultimate sacrifice. Prideful shadows of shaken spirits begging for normalcy, hiding behind warrior's images never to appear inferior. Strongest survival teqniques arise grim consequences.
                             Barricaded beneath rubble
In the core of your tropical tsunami. The aftermath, devastating as is every ending of our endeavours.
DaRk IcE Apr 2015
My love searched the open fields of perfectly red spoken words
Perfectly red spoken words
I traced in golden sands along the shores of paridise
Perfectly red spoken words rolling off my spanish tounge for your ears only and eyes to enjoy.
Perfectly red spoken words I sing to your soul as we become one enchanted in dances of gods of powerful beauty
Perfectly red spoken words I desire to embrace your gaze upon my chest and we shall grow roots that cannot be severed

              Perfectly red spoken words you
whispered to me among daisies and lilies surfing in the wind of an unwarranted force.
Perfectly red spoken words you painted in my image in vibrant sequences of romance among your brush
              Perfectly red spoken words You poetically illustrated to my tears of beauty hanging onto every verse of my sunshine.
As one
Us
Against the
World
In
*Perfectly red spoken words
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