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At the intersection of inspiration and enlightenment
That is where I find myself
Self discovery
A journey
Not a destination
 Sep 2012 Claudia Ramirez
Damaged
Her smile turned to tears,
her hopes turned to fears.
Her dreams turned to nothing,
shes wishing for something.
Her days were slowly slipping away,
shes trying to be strong but shes starting to fade.
Her mask is so flawless,
she acts like she could care less.
Her hearts broken...
This isnt the life she had chosen.
Your kisses make me weak

Your love makes me strong

I wanna hold you in my arms

Everyday & all night long

Losing myself in your eyes

And these butterflies I get

Boy, you got me mesmerized

And you don’t even know it yet

When I get close to you

My body starts to tremble

I wonder what to do

And things I can’t remember

Everything I feel for you

Is something I can’t explain

All of this I feel for you

Is like kissing in the rain

I never want to lose this

For I’m not sure what it is

One thing I am for certain

I will never find it again

All these feelings

I speak of are true

All that’s left to say is

Baby, I love you!
I don't need any more than this,
as we cuddle close and softly kiss.
Your body warm your scented hair,
what more than this my love Is There.
The laughter playful in your eyes,
that speaks in truths and never lies.
The way your nose tickles my cheek,
making me laugh leaving me weak.
The way you nibble at my ear,
and whisper words to draw me near.
Your nails that leave their mark on me,
leaving me sore but happily.
You snuggle close and ask of me,
to hold you tight or set you free.
No force on earth could make me leave,
for I need only you to please believe.
A kiss a cuddle a laugh a joke,
is sometimes enough for any bloke.
Sometimes it's nice to just cuddle
Even though you share your name with many,
to me you will always be the only one.
Even though you mightn't think yourself special,
you will always be the only one I want.
And when you say you don't deserve me,
I'll tell you again how much I love you.
Even though you never say it back,
I do know how much you care.
Even though people don't expect our us to last,
we'll surely make it through.
Even though you may not believe me,
I will always hold on to you.
Even though we're contradicting,
you and me were made to be.
© 2009
There is a gaping crater in your heart,
my haunting dark moon, i  see it there,
torrents of words, like a cloak of mist swirls across,
you spin a beautiful web with that,
I got trapped and fell; so glad!

my moon bitten heart is falling apart,
and i am simmering in thoughts-
day and night.
your wandering thoughts, you hope
would cover your crater for ever,
but wouldn't; i know for sure.
a crater my love, has its demonic powers,
i can feel the tremors from afar,
                                       in an evil hour, every night
i wander in a trance, copiously shedding tears,
**it would run in to a gushing river
and fill in your crater--
but how would i ever reach out to you there?
This wanderer's eyes fall on these words written on clouds often;" More is unknown than is known"
Cosmological craze drives me to dark energy and dark matter.It's a complete mystery, but it is an  important mystery.
Sharing a bag of chips and scraps
and running from the rain
beneath the band stand kissing
and riding on the main
corn fields and meadows
and walks within the park
spending time like millionaires
together after dark
daisy chains and faery rings
the jewelry of the young
whom sing the songs of lovers
the older ones once sung
cornets full of ice-cream
and trumpets full of scent
accompanying our laughter
as our childhoods mis spent
I offered you the moon and stars
you promised me forever
as we cuddled close together
in the chill of winters weather
so many memories my love
bring you to me each day
and may the simple things in life
forever feel this way
Chips n scraps potato cut in thin slices and fish batter pieces. The main is the bus service. Trumpets are heads of flowers
I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."
Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011
I am a Lioness.
I am a hunter.
I am raw power.
                                        I could destroy you.
I am a Lioness.
I am a woman.
I am part of a whole.
                                        I don't want to hurt you.

— The End —