are you out there my love?
my heart speaks as though,
but my head pounds as not.
and since i don't speak heart,
but do head,
the latter seems
to dominate the former.
our lives have yet to intersect,
or at least,
i was early, or
you are late,
or our times got jumbled,
our dates mismatched.
i miss you my love
the air seems colder
without your touch,
the colors a little greyer
without you here.
i dreamed last night
and when i woke,
i swore i could feel your warmth.
but when i reached for you,
all i felt was your absence.
please, don't be long my love,
for soon i will be gone,
once again dust.
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channon says:
is this what u were working on last night? it's a beauitful poem. i feel as though ur writing gets better each year...u romeo u. mad love and massive peace wishes.
ps. don't worry A. she exists. ur still way young.
1)Shannon you are a wonderful friend.
2)Aaron you have a beautiful heart. She's out there, learning and growing and experiencing, just like you. You'll find each other.
can i just say that you two are the best, my beautifully wonderful female friends...much love and thanks
shannon said:
i've been thinking about the word beautiful this week.
and...i think it is becoming an over-used word. ppl throw it around like they do love and hate. so i might refuse that word for a bit. i even used it i know. but i try not to throw it around. i wonder what happens when all words lose their proper sacred meaning? that's what we humans do. haha. ruin things...
it's a fact
i've ruined things before.
anyway, there is no need in worrying about tomorrow and the future and our fates. it takes spontaneity out of it. if we figure there is no tomorrow anyway...or it may not come...then...today is an adventure and its awesome and amazing and we can find peace in just what "is." i think so anyway. i try to do that. i've worried enough in my life. but i have found that blind existence is perhaps wonderful. stepping into the unknown and finding God so clearly.
i want to be able to hop like a kangaroo. haha but that has nothing to do with anything.
anyway, we are all writing our stories. and perhaps ur story needs some more uhh i dunno...chapters. there is no need to feel like that "person" is floating out lost somewhere. besides...it comes down a lot to just making a choice and choosing to love. i think maybe i don't want that foo foo oh mushy mushy stuff because...that fades and the real is the hard stuff...and the enduring stuff. soo...the real mushy is not maybe the initial attraction but deciding we care enough for each other to still do nice things.
i'm publishing this.
it's a novel.
it's final.
good day.
:0)
you are all beautiful people. and i mean that in the most sincerest of ways. and, when everyone gets back in june, we should all go and play. like run through the park or the trees in the mountains. for life is an adventure...
we all should laugh until our faces and stomachs hurt.
way to take a compliment shan. haha. just kidding, i love you. :)
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