Her Spoken Silence

Often I want to be, anywhere but here. In my own world and mind, I want to go away, not to follow the straight line or the common signs, that tells me to do the typical things, I simply want to set off, as the bells ring. Yes, I don't want to follow, my happiness is anywhere but here, out the corner of these four walls,  life is completely different. Different to my own liking everything I find to be entirely striking, will come to reality. A reality full of feeling of joy, love and success, that lifts me to the clouds,  and is at the upmost best. It last for enternity. My imagination will run free, because everything that I desire to be, all lies within me. Thus, anywhere but here, is where I often want to be. In my own world and mind, I want to go away, not to follow the straight line or the common signs, that tells me to do the typical things, I simply want to set off, as the bells ring.

After a wonderful event filled sunny weekend, and reconnecting with old friends while meeting new ones, The following week started off with a few clouds and drizzles. that will hopefully later end to fizzle, and bring out the sun again and mend. However, I didn't mind, For me it was a moment to ponder and sit. Drizzles for thought I called it. Drizzles for thought, on the important things in life, -Important to me that is, Which was, Building an inner self confidence, that exudes my intelligence. Drizzles for thought on my perception on love and relationships, which often sometimes is a feeling that can be a real b*t*h " I want the real thing!", I stated the other day, However, that was only an expression that burst out of frustration, for an anxious temptation. Surely that wasn't me, because I have and certainly always, been a lady with patience and hope, that have learned to cope with the things that are not in my co...

My feelings for you were just a thought in my head, unwillingly choosing to express them, as nothing was said. You often stood in my presence, with a sheer essence, that illuminated my eyes, as though I was completely hypnotized.   The moment I met you, I was sure I knew, that we shared a common interest, However that was a feeling that I didn't want to risk. Afraid of being rejected, was a thought that wasn't neglected. But if I had it in me, I really would of wanted you to see, the desire that was bursting to be. To be your everything, your angel with wings, with a voice that sings, to the birds and the bees, and frail trees. As I give them hope, serves more of a reason to why I shouldn't mope, on the possibility of a chance, to revitalized an indisputable  romance. So the opportunity serves again, though I appreciate you as a good friend, perhaps I shouldn't pretend, on the encounter, that maybe was godsend. One may never know, where i...

Two faces for One Tear, the emergence of a relationship, that shifted gear. But which one is willing to hear, the emotions that led it this near, near the point of confusion, as both of us build several illusions... in our minds, as we keep our feelings confined, in our hearts, as it pierce through us like sharp darts. So, let us break this pattern, for the sake of our well being, let us break this pattern, and acknowledge the things we weren't seeing. Perhaps move on, and anticipate that we can prolong, with something so dear, it shouldn't be held back by fear. So, the two faces that use to share one tear, can now begin looking forward to another year. Poeticly Requested by: Derran Marlow

Caring, Sweet, Compassionate, Considerate, Funny but that is not all there is to you hunny... I just didn't understand it, the pieces just didn't fit, as I reiterate to myself, "what must it be?"... until I finally concluded to something that I didn't see, your one way here, but there is another side to you that I might fear, however not a frightened fear, more-so me becoming more enlightened dear. "Is this something that I want?" I say to myself Am I their light and nothing else? I don't know where my thoughts stand, but in a stranded desert, filled with sand. Does the good override the bad? Is it really that sad? I want to understand you more, but to what point?, as my brain becomes sore The confusion lies within a barrier of openness, which should be broken down, as we extend it with a kiss... So though there are two sides of you, I am willing to, stick it through, as we shall learn something new.