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How did I get here?
Where did I go wrong?
I was above it.
I was too strong.
It wasn't my plan.
It was all in fun.
God, I loved the rush.
Playful hit and run.
Oh, the heights I soared,
A utopic flight.
Then would come the crash.
The darkest of nights.
But now I find myself
Where I've not been before.
Insatiable hunger.
Needing more. More. MORE.
I've become frantic.
Overcome with need.
Searching for a scrap
My addiction to feed.
One search barely over
When I begin anew.
My soul crying out for
A single word from you.
Where did I go wrong?
I was above it.
I was too strong.
It wasn't my plan.
It was all in fun.
God, I loved the rush.
Playful hit and run.
Oh, the heights I soared,
A utopic flight.
Then would come the crash.
The darkest of nights.
But now I find myself
Where I've not been before.
Insatiable hunger.
Needing more. More. MORE.
I've become frantic.
Overcome with need.
Searching for a scrap
My addiction to feed.
One search barely over
When I begin anew.
My soul crying out for
A single word from you.
A Bit of Love
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Literature
Cadence
it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
I arrive at your body. th
Literature
Endless
Memories so visceral
I can still taste them,
like the salty sweet wash of your skin
after a slow morning run
in the dancing summer rain.
Eyes a shade of amber,
golden flakes glowing in the warmth
of a crackling fire,
your lips parted like an envelope
I'm aching to seal.
Words whispered silently,
a tender glance exchanged,
an undulation of emotion,
a burst of color and a blast of light,
two lone figures unite.
Hands in the dirt,
knees in the slushing mud,
battle weary and fatigued,
I trudge step by step
toward the peak of this moment,
a banner raised,
emblazoned with your name.
For I'd rather die on the hill,
swathed in the regalia of my d
Literature
Sad Love.
It is sad
When love doesn't survive
Except in memories and missed opportunities.
Or when it is looked down upon
Just because it is different.
Or when it is given up
In favor of familiarity.
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Very nice. I can identify.