Amidst it all Hold my hands and never let go Along the mist of this strange life We are going to burst the clouds There is no certainties in this fortitude I kept all the goals afloat An anchor beneath the sea of mist A reteach of the underlines Just hold my hands and never… Continue reading Amidst it all
There in the darkened room The sheets still on me A perfume of your midnight poison Elixir Instilled through my nose Am numb and dried The zinger and cola drink With the mark of your lipstick Your hair still dwelling on the pillow The blood pouring again in my veins I haven't had enough of… Continue reading Dirty Thoughts
To my mother Adia, the person I admire the most in the whole galaxy. My Mother Your love is irreplaceable My love for you is beyond words Among all the stars of the universe You are the brightest of them all Everything that I am today, I owe it to you Your precious words Your lovable voice… Continue reading My Mother
This morning a post came thru my feed about skeletons of an elderly couple that were found, in the grave together, almost 5000 years old, holding hands.
That is true love.
True love is being by your side as you take your last breath…saying…”its ok, I’m ok, you can go now”.
True love is hard. It makes you cry. It’s power lifts you, moves you.
True love is this deep, undying thing that, like fairies, you have to believe in to see. To feel. To know. To touch.
He showed up last night, after 11 days, just as I was putting the water on for pasta.
At some point, we talked more about this “true love” of his. You know, the wife of 35 years who broke his heart. He still says he believes you only get one “true love”.
I told him he was wrong.
But now? I don’t know Mom, maybe he’s not.
I guess this true love and him had dynamite sex for all those years and then spent the last 5 years fighting until he kicked her out.
“I’ve been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn’t listen. Every time you said ‘Farm Boy do this’ you thought I was answering ‘As you wish’ but that’s only because you were hearing wrong. ‘I love you’ was what it was, but you never heard.”
William Goldman, The Princess Bride
In his mind, great…
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That special one We all need a person to laugh with when happiness is around, to joke with when your childish side appears and a shoulder to cry on, that someone who will stick with you no matter the path and road you choose, that special and particular person that will ride with you upon… Continue reading That special one
My Pingback for (abandoned) on writing prompt It was just a curse, an undeniable curse The one that comes and goes, leaving you agar and empty This feeling locked in a cage Reluctantly you suffocate and you exhale pain Your eyes are filled with salty water This heart of your yours seems too painful to… Continue reading Nobody ever died of a broken heart
The language of compassion is the language of the heart. When the heart speaks, a thousand flowers bloom and love flows like the morning sun streaming through the window. No words are needed, a look, a touch will suffice to say what a thousand words could not. And compassion glows like the radiant star in… Continue reading Language Of The Heart