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Brush my lips with medicated kisses,
Trace my heart with your love-laden fingers.
Your arm reaches for the sky but misses,
But the hope of grabbing a star lingers.
We have crossed the line from friend to lover,
Filling the sky with carefully made lights,
Images of past, present, future hover,
Reminding me of all the tear filled nights.
Wind brushes through hair, enticing my lips,
You nudge near, whisper secrets in my ears,
Fill my head with dreams of space, rocket ships,
Flying through space, traveling in light years.
Let us go to the moon and see the stars,
Grabbing a handful to store in glass jars.
Trace my heart with your love-laden fingers.
Your arm reaches for the sky but misses,
But the hope of grabbing a star lingers.
We have crossed the line from friend to lover,
Filling the sky with carefully made lights,
Images of past, present, future hover,
Reminding me of all the tear filled nights.
Wind brushes through hair, enticing my lips,
You nudge near, whisper secrets in my ears,
Fill my head with dreams of space, rocket ships,
Flying through space, traveling in light years.
Let us go to the moon and see the stars,
Grabbing a handful to store in glass jars.
Literature
Gym Motivation
Running on an electric belt as if I'm running from all my troubles, and running towards my dreams. Music pumped up to the fullest, rushing through my ears, filling my head with bass and lyrics and motivation. It's my own time and my personal moment.. me-time.
For 30 minutes in my day, I can shut out the world and meditate within my mind as my body works hard with that crazy adrenaline rush.
All my stresses, my troubles and all the worry within me is fuel for motivating me to run faster, work harder.. don't look at the clock, keep running.
Better than any drug; it burns off my inner rage and at the same time, it benefits me, improves me, ma
Literature
Is This Love?
I walk down a crooked, broken pathway
A lone tear permanently attached to my cheek
Exhaustion explodes from every pore
Food will not satisfy
Water will not quench
All hope is gone
But as long as I'm with you, I will not stumble
You are all I need to satisfy and quench my needs
Hope will slowly return
My heart is broken;
Lies nearly dead in a heap of despair
Little pieces are broken off here and there
They won't be coming back.
But you are slowly piecing me back together
You are bringing life back into mi corazon
I have faith you can find the missing pieces
When we're together, I feel balanced
I'm madly in love in a calm way
Literature
Excision
Excision
This is the only way to cure it. Would you trust someone who’s never been? Now listen: you need to get yourself a rope. Coarse preferably. Tie it as close as you can to the wound. Make it tight enough to starve it of its origin. Isolate the damage. Let the abrasion as you move distract its cause for you. Let it twist and spark and scrape away the rust into a clean flame. Take the flame and douse your fingertips as deep as you can, then deeper every time. Work your way up to the knuckle. If it scalds, good. Let it erase the infected nest from the forefront of your mind. The problem is self-constructed; unnatural, not organic on
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yes it is about love again. but most sonnets are. not stuck in a rut. just wanted to write this :]
let me know what you think. 2 more sonnets to go. wanna reach 10
let me know what you think. 2 more sonnets to go. wanna reach 10
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: ) a little lack of fluidity on first impressions! But i like it! glass jars!! ha ha!