Do You Know Who You Are ?

SilverVeil

Cockbiting Fucktard
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The face I have never seen
Haunts me in my dreams.
The voice that has never fallen on my ears
Whispers " It's going to be alright, I am here. "
And chases away my tears.
When I feel like the world has turned me away
You give me a ray of sunshine when my world is rainy and gray.
When I am lonely and sitting here typing my heart out on this screen
You manage to show me all over
What friendships love really means.

For that I want to thank you, Light of my soul.
You have kept my heart safe, and sane, and whole.


:heart:
 
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She is gone now.
Resting peacefully at last.
The house is silent, and the air is heavy with loneliness.
The furniture is well worn,
And has a genteel shabbiness to it.
Yet the room seems like it is waiting just for her to come back
And take up her knitting and watch her stories just one more time.

The house and everything in it belongs to me now.
It was her wish that I enjoy her things as she once was able to.
But she was old.
And I feel so young.

As I go through her things while I decide what to do,
I find her old letters.
The ones from her youth, before family and obligations took their toll
on her time.
" Dear Jim, " and " Dear Anna, ".
How very much in love they were.
Faded photographs from times long gone,
People who are no longer here, nor there.
People who are as gone as the places and things pictured in them.
She was the last one.
Now an era has passed and no matter how much I wish,
It is not ever going to come back.

How beautiful and full of passion her life was.
And I compare mine to hers.
My house has never heard the laughter of children.
My floors have never had scatterings of toys on them.
And my kitchen does not smell like chocolate chip cookies all the time.

But I have a high paying job.
A new car, and a swimming pool.
I seal up the boxes and decide to do this another day.
There is no hurry, the things will still be here when I decide I can deal with them.

And as I leave, locking the door behind me,
I suddenly realize,
I have no love letters written to me.
 
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You and I

You nibble
I nip
You tickle
I squeak

I giggle
You chuckle
I wiggle
You tweak

You thrust
I scream
You hold
I dream
 
Loneliness is playing a symphony of music and no one listens
Loneliness is taking a leap of faith and no one is there to catch you when you fall
Loneliness is reaching out and grasping only the cold still air
Loneliness is laughing and hearing it echo in the empty room
Loneliness is holding every star in the sky in your hand, but when you open your fingers, there is nothing but a trickle of sand.
 
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We both know it is useless to continue this farce
The happy, carefree facade of being in love.
The overly exaggerated politeness of two people who
used to share heart beats, and now can no longer stand to
Share the same room.

We used to share our dreams and hopes.
But that was before.
We each turn to the inside of ourselves
And the silence is deafening to my ears.

We turn secrets into weapons
And insecurities into ammo.
Aiming to not only wound
But to maim and scar.

And we wear our battle scars proudly.
While we hide our tears.
Neither giving an inch of kindness to the other.
Wrapped in our isolation of bitter betrayal.

The last tatters of fairness flee in the face of silent accusation
No quarter given, no prisoners taken
Our hearts missing in action
Our only passion left is the destruction of love.
 
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I can't sleep
The bed is too big
Without the warm bulk of your body pressed against mine
While I dream

When I reach out my hand
I only feel the cool, unwrinkled sheet
On what used to be " your side "
And the pillow only holds the faintest trace of your scent

I leave the light on so you can find your way to me
In the cold, dark hours of the morning
Should you remember what we shared
Before you wanted your freedom

I can not keep you here
Chained with feelings you no longer have
The light stays on
Lighting only a path for the heartbreak to find it's way in.
 
Thank You
and
You are welcome

Like I said ... some strange mood I am in today.
 
Moonlight shines from the water to my eyes.
A tired breeze sounds,
And only one light shines across the lake.
The hoot of an owl disturbs me from my thoughts.
And lifting my head, I can't remember what I was thinking.
Then suddenly every memory of you I ever had
Comes crashing to my mind.
And I am left wondering...
If the memories can come back...
Why can't you ?
 
You're an extremely fine poet, Ma'am

Wow... exquisite, and s-o-o authentic.

Thank you, Silver :rose:
 
Re: You're an extremely fine poet, Ma'am

Jimi6996 said:
Wow... exquisite, and s-o-o authentic.

Thank you, Silver :rose:

Thank you Jimi.

I usually don't share what I think up. But I have been thinking of entering a poetry contest and wanted some feedback.
 
sometimes when i look at myself,
i dont see myself.
i wonder who i am,
where i am and what my purpose is.

self-respect
self-discipline
self-esteem
-- difficult if you do not know
who you are

you are what your heart is,
you are what your soul lives,
you are --
or are we?
 
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