I saw my love dancing in a field, eyes to the sky. Oh wonder of the world! Were she were mine. (June 15th, 2010)
oh how I miss you.
Call me selfish (I'd die for you.)
It's been 149 days since I was lost in your eyes. Oddly enough, I was more 'found' then than I feel I am now. It's not a comforting 'lost'. It's lonely and dark. Oh to see the sun again!
If there was one word to describe how I feel for you, I wouldn't say it. Should feelings have to be said to be true?
If Charming rescued the princess, but she went on with some other prince, what does Charming do now?
He looked into the deep blue seas in her eyes, the world slowly faded, and he breathed "I love you" as his breath left his body. It wasn't until that moment that he fully began to understand the meaning of those words.
Slap me if I ever use the word "forever"
It's been a long time since I've been immersed in pure color.
I came to a crossroads. Directly in front of me was my life, with success at the end. There was a detour, and down the detour I saw My Love walking away, enticing me to follow Her. But my life called to me louder (strange; up to now She had been my life) and I blew Her a kiss and went on my way.
Light the candle and watch your life disappear in the dancing flame.
Inspiration only means one thing to me. "R". That's it.
I remember the thing that drew me more to her was she didn't change her ideas or her stances so they would be more compatible to me and my own. They simply were. I can't recall seeing that much honesty back then.
I was in full confidence of my ability to speak well, because I knew the true nature of Love.
As the dead leaves fell to cover my body, my mind wandered astray to my love who walks beneath the sun.
I can't honestly say you mean the world to me. I'm still young and have no appreciation for how wide the world really is in it's entirety. Can I instead simply say "the known world"?
And doom fell on her that in my arms lay glistening.
It's supposed to rain all week. What a bummer. In the meantime I leave you with this thought: love is the most dangerous of emotions because you cannot give yourself halfway. It's all in or fold.
My lips are silenced by your beauty.
Cross your fingers and hope for the best. That was all the advice I could give him.
...what words could express what I felt. Could I really tell her that with every waking breath she was on my mind? How she haunted my dreams? How she was more real to me than God, whom I had known since a little child? Was there any reason to tell her?
"...it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit -- immortal horrors or everlasting splendors." - C.S. Lewis
Doors lead to questions.
The first step to introducing yourself to inspiration is to make sure you have no other inspiration. Conflicts can arise, and will lead you to frustration. When you have determined that you have no inspiration, you can now go find the next inspiration available to you.
The power of music has always superseded the power of words, but even it is overthrown by the vision of myself in your eyes.
Ignorance is bliss (or maybe its the inability to express one's own sorrow.)
Its the tingle in my toes, not you, that I love the most.
I am not ready to leave my inspiration behind. Without Her, I am nothing but the shell of a writer.
I became so entranced in her eyes, that all of her features melted and blended together in a blur, but yet her eyes remained.
She's a pretty average girl, I can't lie. But there's some quality about her... I can't describe it. It's like the call of the ocean waves, it beckons you to be enveloped and totally lost in the waters.
I've been waiting for Cupid to hit the target on my chest. I suppose it's not my fault he's a bad aim.
She’s like the warmth of the sea carried on by the wind. It flows all around me, and passes as quick as it came. For a while we might have lived in love and happiness but now I can't stand the thought for such holds no hope in my heart
What struck me the most was the depth of her eyes. I could see more than just her, more than just my reflection.
With but a gentle touch of my lips to her cheek, I said goodbye and disappeared into the vast unknown.
This is probably the greatest torture I have endured.
I can't promise I'll love you forever, but only that I will love you the best I know how to.
Why can't (I) say goodbye?
That mine two arms could give me wing, I would fly to meet you where you are and spend but a single day ever blest and count myself contented.
What a emotional roller coaster it has been. When this all started thirteen months ago, I thought the end would be worth it. While you are still worth it, what it has done to me is not. I've poured out my soul, I have nothing left and nothing to show for. (July 2009)
I'm afraid of what it could mean if I had not the will to stop it.
The only thing I have left are the memories of you and me.
Everything I touch crumbles....
The world is gone and yet there is no reason to weep.
As we all go our separate ways, will you remember that it was I who loved you so tenderly?
The best way to keep from getting cold feet is to wear those huge red socks your grandmother knitted you for Christmas when you were three.
It’s the separation; the separation between what I wanted, and what I was willing to work for, that has left me so lonely.
There is no separation between life and love. Love is life! Without love, life is not worth living.
Let's drop into half-time and enjoy it together.
Are we so lost in others that we forget to find ourselves?
This is the end of one dream, and the beginning of another.
If Red was meant to be a warning flag, the meaning has escaped me. Red is the magnet to which I am inescapably drawn.
Your smile is my heartbeat
The stars have joined together, crafting the brilliant night sky, but the only thing missing is me, the Moon, made to reflect everything of you that kept those early days so full of love. Where have those days gone?
one step forward, a mile back
Rekindle the poet's hand, wash him with creativity, and he is now reborn in his own eyes... you cannot do more for him.
I'm the Last Man before the edge of the world... and I'm starting to slip.
Every piece of the puzzle is starting to fall into place and make this beautiful landscape, but the only thing missing is you, my Sun, the one who gives me the skip in my step and the meaning to every little thing I love to do. Where are you babe?
I posed for a picture... all that was missing was you in my arms.
Chase what makes your heart flutter
Sweet Love, You Escape Me
Benjamin Gathright:
is watching time march on...
is wondering how to say it...
is waiting for you to come back to me
has forgotten the warmth of the sun
is reveling in clarity.
is still holding my breath
is chasing tears with tears.
is treasuring that which I can't hold
is full of life and without words.
is dying slowly without you.
is waiting for you to walk beside me
is wanting to believe
cannot find the other half
is waiting
is wanting to be lavished again
is the happiest man on the face of the earth right now.... thanks to you! (June 23rd, 2008)
is hoping the resume goes through. (June 22nd, 2008)
is wondering if it this is all a dream
is completed somehow.
You're the Sun, with eyes like the depths of the ocean, the warmth of the ocean air that envelops you.
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