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Sonnet I – In Your Hands

It happens when I look in to your eyes;

When whispered burning breaths beseech my ear;

Your face when our gaze locks cannot disguise,

Your want, your need, compulsion draws you near.

Our shadows share a heartbeat, intertwined,

A limitless immaculate desire,

Surrender as we both become one mind,

This infinite and ever-kindled fire.

Alas, the love that dare not speak its name,

For such a thing has only been a dream,

Of passion cold, ignited in to flame,

A vision given life and set agleam.

My hope, my fate, held taut in your firm grasp;

My life, like sand to wind, should you unclasp.

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Written by Andrometa in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Sonnet I – In Your Hands
It happens when I look in to your eyes;
When whispered burning breaths beseech my ear;
Your face when our gaze locks cannot disguise,
Your want, your need, compulsion draws you near.
Our shadows share a heartbeat, intertwined,
A limitless immaculate desire,
Surrender as we both become one mind,
This infinite and ever-kindled fire.
Alas, the love that dare not speak its name,
For such a thing has only been a dream,
Of passion cold, ignited in to flame,
A vision given life and set agleam.
My hope, my fate, held taut in your firm grasp;
My life, like sand to wind, should you unclasp.
#love  #loneliness  #sonnet  #hope  #mostchallengingwriteyet 
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Written by solipsist in portal Micropoetry

THROWBACK

to the day she said ~

i am putting my body

in your hands ~

i trust you ~

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THROWBACK
to the day she said ~

i am putting my body
in your hands ~

i trust you ~
#love 
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Written by H_Fields in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Wilted Daisies

Unlike the lonely daisies

sitting on dusty back shelves

I want to be your first choice

rather than a wilted option

when the shop runs all out

of a prettier something else.

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Written by H_Fields in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Wilted Daisies
Unlike the lonely daisies
sitting on dusty back shelves
I want to be your first choice
rather than a wilted option
when the shop runs all out
of a prettier something else.
#poetry  #love  #culture  #choices 
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Chapter 35 of Of Love, Loss & Loneliness
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Your Velvet Stars

Sometimes,

A stone is just a stone;

And the ocean,

Simply a body of water.

Sometimes,

The stars are only distant suns;

And velvet,

But a fabric.

This time, however,

A stone is

My shattered heart.

-Heavy and hard-

Harsh and cold.

The ocean is

The vastness of your love.

Untamed, wild;

Consuming.

The stars are

Your shining eyes

-Casting their light

To dispel my darkness-.

And velvet is

Your flawless skin.

Your heavenly touch

On my sandpaper soul.

No finely crafted metaphors

-No words of unspoken beauty-

Can surpass the perfection

Of you.

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Chapter 35 of Of Love, Loss & Loneliness
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Your Velvet Stars
Sometimes,
A stone is just a stone;
And the ocean,
Simply a body of water.

Sometimes,
The stars are only distant suns;
And velvet,
But a fabric.

This time, however,
A stone is
My shattered heart.
-Heavy and hard-
Harsh and cold.

The ocean is
The vastness of your love.
Untamed, wild;
Consuming.

The stars are
Your shining eyes
-Casting their light
To dispel my darkness-.

And velvet is
Your flawless skin.
Your heavenly touch
On my sandpaper soul.


No finely crafted metaphors
-No words of unspoken beauty-
Can surpass the perfection
Of you.
#romance  #poetry  #love  #LLL 
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I have fallen

I have fallen in love with a girl of unimaginable duplicity. Her dual nature has always been a mystery to me . I have found her undeniably perfect in her own imperfection. Some days she would push me away to the abyss, hurt and miserable in utter confusion. Other days she would pull me out of it, healing the same wounds she has once caused.

Whether it's the charcoal black robe with the crown of thorns that she adorns when she's the evil one or the soothingly white garment of silk, crowned in gold and silver as the good one , she's the most beautiful twisted woman I've ever laid eyes on.

Her fluorescent eyes both tempt me and terrify me at the same time . The way our lips and bodies intertwined , in passion and aggression is just beyond explanation.

I have fallen in love with the broken pieces of us

Illuminating like the lost stars in the sky

My heart is a slaughtered sun ; settling at dusk

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Written by Sweedle
I have fallen
I have fallen in love with a girl of unimaginable duplicity. Her dual nature has always been a mystery to me . I have found her undeniably perfect in her own imperfection. Some days she would push me away to the abyss, hurt and miserable in utter confusion. Other days she would pull me out of it, healing the same wounds she has once caused.
Whether it's the charcoal black robe with the crown of thorns that she adorns when she's the evil one or the soothingly white garment of silk, crowned in gold and silver as the good one , she's the most beautiful twisted woman I've ever laid eyes on.
Her fluorescent eyes both tempt me and terrify me at the same time . The way our lips and bodies intertwined , in passion and aggression is just beyond explanation.

I have fallen in love with the broken pieces of us
Illuminating like the lost stars in the sky
My heart is a slaughtered sun ; settling at dusk
#poetry  #love  #sad  #duplicity 
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Wilted Petals

A single red rose.

Twin broken hearts.

Wilted petals on the ground,

blurred with flowing salt;

too many to count.

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Wilted Petals
A single red rose.
Twin broken hearts.
Wilted petals on the ground,
blurred with flowing salt;
too many to count.

#poetry  #love  #heartbreak  #rose  #micro 
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Written by Winterreign in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Bullets to the wound

words

That will shoot

Straight through

Your heart..

"I think we should break up"

" we're done ."

"It's over ."

"I can't do this anymore."

" it's not you. It's me"

" I want to break up."

" the feelings just not there anymore."

" I found someone else."

" I don't like you anymore."

" I don't love you anymore."

" I want to see other people."

" i'm just not ready for a relationship."

" I think we should take a break."

" i need time to find myself."

" I need time alone."

" I got to go my own way."

"Let's take a break."

" I don't think this is working."

" I cheated on you."

" I'm so sorry."

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Written by Winterreign in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Bullets to the wound
words
That will shoot
Straight through
Your heart..

"I think we should break up"

" we're done ."

"It's over ."

"I can't do this anymore."

" it's not you. It's me"

" I want to break up."

" the feelings just not there anymore."

" I found someone else."

" I don't like you anymore."

" I don't love you anymore."

" I want to see other people."

" i'm just not ready for a relationship."

" I think we should take a break."

" i need time to find myself."

" I need time alone."

" I got to go my own way."

"Let's take a break."

" I don't think this is working."

" I cheated on you."

" I'm so sorry."
#romance  #love  #heartbreak 
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You don't understand. I loved her that's why I had to kill her
Written by Sweedle

Loving the disloyal

I knew she was cheating on me from day one. But I kept quiet. I didn’t react because I wanted her to confess to me from her own filthy mouth. So, I kept a watch over her every move.

From the time, she returned home late with an amazing believable lie to the secret text messages between her and her lover. I knew she wasn’t mine the night I touched her skin. It smelled of betrayal and perfume and sweaty satisfied sex. Despite the rage, I still wanted her, still craved for her.

 Her infidelity triggered me to ravage her body like a beast. I spanked her, made her kneel and beg me to pleasure her. I pushed her body to the highest limit of sweet pain that she could nearly bear.  Though she moaned my name when I entered her, I still felt she was thinking of him. Shocked but well sated, she fell asleep while I laid wide awake, both disgusted at my pervasive hunger as well as determined to make my wife pay for her deeds. I will kill her, I said to myself. Slowly and carefully with equal doses of kindness and pleasure. The days went by and I was the best husband as I ever could be.

That morning she came to our room, head hung in shame and hands clasped in fear. She told me what I had wanted to hear . She lifted her eyes to see me approach her with a knife behind my back.

"You don't understand, I loved her that's why I had to kill her" is what I still say each time I explain what happened that day to any curious friend. My eyes wander around my wife's bare back.

My name engraved all over her once smooth skin.

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You don't understand. I loved her that's why I had to kill her
Written by Sweedle
Loving the disloyal
I knew she was cheating on me from day one. But I kept quiet. I didn’t react because I wanted her to confess to me from her own filthy mouth. So, I kept a watch over her every move.

From the time, she returned home late with an amazing believable lie to the secret text messages between her and her lover. I knew she wasn’t mine the night I touched her skin. It smelled of betrayal and perfume and sweaty satisfied sex. Despite the rage, I still wanted her, still craved for her.

 Her infidelity triggered me to ravage her body like a beast. I spanked her, made her kneel and beg me to pleasure her. I pushed her body to the highest limit of sweet pain that she could nearly bear.  Though she moaned my name when I entered her, I still felt she was thinking of him. Shocked but well sated, she fell asleep while I laid wide awake, both disgusted at my pervasive hunger as well as determined to make my wife pay for her deeds. I will kill her, I said to myself. Slowly and carefully with equal doses of kindness and pleasure. The days went by and I was the best husband as I ever could be.

That morning she came to our room, head hung in shame and hands clasped in fear. She told me what I had wanted to hear . She lifted her eyes to see me approach her with a knife behind my back.

"You don't understand, I loved her that's why I had to kill her" is what I still say each time I explain what happened that day to any curious friend. My eyes wander around my wife's bare back.

My name engraved all over her once smooth skin.
#love  #betrayal  #revenge  #300wordstory 
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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by nfaulk6

I Love You - An Essay

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres ~ 1 Corinthians 13:

4-7.

I love you. It’s amazing how much promise, hope, joy, sorrow, pain, and ambivalence these three words elicit. Particularly in a day wherein people have become lazy, relying solely upon words to express a sentiment at the expense of actually demonstrating that they mean what they say, I love you has, to me, become nearly devoid of any true meaning. When I love I do it completely. I give my heart and soul unselfishly and, subsequently, place my relationships high on my priority list. I do not understand why others believe that it is simply enough to just say it without following through with actions.

I write this now because I am contemplating my romantic future several years after my divorce. My second divorce from my mistake marriage which is a long story in and of itself (and best left for another time). However, my last relationship—albeit rather short-lived—was an exercise in futility and a character-building experience. Insecurities, indecision, narcissism, and naiveté plagued any semblance of longevity or happiness.

Big mistake number one: he was “separated”—which really meant that he wanted to have a wife and a girlfriend. A girlfriend for the fun, novelty, and sex, and a wife waiting for him to come back that provided some odd stability in his mind.

Big mistake number two: I kept taking him back after every break-up. I have to admit I was acting like a stupid girl. I am most definitely not stupid. Nevertheless, the fear of being alone—something I now enjoy—affected my usually intelligent decision-making processes. And I got hurt. Several times. Each subsequent injury—whether intentional or not—created new wounds or opened old ones, and eventually added enough salt for a 50-gallon drum of margaritas to them all.

I firmly believe that if one does not love oneself then he or she cannot love another. This, to me, is the primary law of love. Absent the capability of loving oneself it is impossible to extend such sentiment to others, yet people try repeatedly to love another, all the while devoid of the capacity to do so. They believe that mere utterance is analogous to actions. That saying those three little words is enough to get one’s point across, to make the other person believe in all the hopes and promises such words ought to convey. In reality, however, where too many people rest upon the laurels of said words, even more of them erroneously and habitually trust the speaker. I believe this is at the heart of the decline of society—that people believe words without deeds and that those who speak such meaningless utterances are taken at face value without actually having to put effort into realizing their true connotation or into making the other person feel said value.

I cannot fathom a statement that is more comprehensive, more descriptive, and more reflective of what love truly is. In my relationships I have been confronted with a dearth of such guidelines. Pridefulness, lack of protection and trust, malice, spite, selfishness, and the absence of kindness have been my experience and it seems as though I repeatedly become involved with individuals who do not adhere to the aforementioned words of wisdom. Am I listening to myself? I do not follow these words either. In such circumstances, smart women and men are reduced to stupid adolescents despite a plethora of experience which should guide them away from false beliefs and toward veracity and authenticity.

What, then, is love? Truly it is caring for another as much if not more than one cares for him- or herself. Putting another human being atop the priority list is, indeed, the best gift one can bestow upon another. To demonstrate such a level of nurturing and attention that transcends personal consideration is an unparalleled demonstration of the profundity of one’s heart. Yet of all the relationships in the world, I would imagine—as any apt cynic would—that the words are spoken far more than they are actually demonstrated. ‘Tis but a shame, really. Even more distressing—at least to me—is the number of those within these relationships who are perfectly content and comfortable with the status quo.

Not I, that’s for sure. I am one of the unfortunate minority who are not merely satisfied by actionless words. I have experienced far too many times the verbal sentiments of love with nonexistent actions. Or, even worse, the words followed by violence and pain. Ergo, to me, deedless protestations of love are simply words. Meaningless. Empty. Worthless.

So here I am; endeavoring into the dating world as one would dunk one’s toe into a scalding bathtub or freezing lake, with the oxymoronic combination of cynicism and hope. The former is a result of my experiences and the latter a reflection of my eternal Disney-esque belief in true love and happily ever after.

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CotW #66: Write about the biggest lesson life has taught you.
Written by nfaulk6
I Love You - An Essay
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres ~ 1 Corinthians 13:
4-7.

I love you. It’s amazing how much promise, hope, joy, sorrow, pain, and ambivalence these three words elicit. Particularly in a day wherein people have become lazy, relying solely upon words to express a sentiment at the expense of actually demonstrating that they mean what they say, I love you has, to me, become nearly devoid of any true meaning. When I love I do it completely. I give my heart and soul unselfishly and, subsequently, place my relationships high on my priority list. I do not understand why others believe that it is simply enough to just say it without following through with actions.

I write this now because I am contemplating my romantic future several years after my divorce. My second divorce from my mistake marriage which is a long story in and of itself (and best left for another time). However, my last relationship—albeit rather short-lived—was an exercise in futility and a character-building experience. Insecurities, indecision, narcissism, and naiveté plagued any semblance of longevity or happiness.

Big mistake number one: he was “separated”—which really meant that he wanted to have a wife and a girlfriend. A girlfriend for the fun, novelty, and sex, and a wife waiting for him to come back that provided some odd stability in his mind.

Big mistake number two: I kept taking him back after every break-up. I have to admit I was acting like a stupid girl. I am most definitely not stupid. Nevertheless, the fear of being alone—something I now enjoy—affected my usually intelligent decision-making processes. And I got hurt. Several times. Each subsequent injury—whether intentional or not—created new wounds or opened old ones, and eventually added enough salt for a 50-gallon drum of margaritas to them all.

I firmly believe that if one does not love oneself then he or she cannot love another. This, to me, is the primary law of love. Absent the capability of loving oneself it is impossible to extend such sentiment to others, yet people try repeatedly to love another, all the while devoid of the capacity to do so. They believe that mere utterance is analogous to actions. That saying those three little words is enough to get one’s point across, to make the other person believe in all the hopes and promises such words ought to convey. In reality, however, where too many people rest upon the laurels of said words, even more of them erroneously and habitually trust the speaker. I believe this is at the heart of the decline of society—that people believe words without deeds and that those who speak such meaningless utterances are taken at face value without actually having to put effort into realizing their true connotation or into making the other person feel said value.

I cannot fathom a statement that is more comprehensive, more descriptive, and more reflective of what love truly is. In my relationships I have been confronted with a dearth of such guidelines. Pridefulness, lack of protection and trust, malice, spite, selfishness, and the absence of kindness have been my experience and it seems as though I repeatedly become involved with individuals who do not adhere to the aforementioned words of wisdom. Am I listening to myself? I do not follow these words either. In such circumstances, smart women and men are reduced to stupid adolescents despite a plethora of experience which should guide them away from false beliefs and toward veracity and authenticity.

What, then, is love? Truly it is caring for another as much if not more than one cares for him- or herself. Putting another human being atop the priority list is, indeed, the best gift one can bestow upon another. To demonstrate such a level of nurturing and attention that transcends personal consideration is an unparalleled demonstration of the profundity of one’s heart. Yet of all the relationships in the world, I would imagine—as any apt cynic would—that the words are spoken far more than they are actually demonstrated. ‘Tis but a shame, really. Even more distressing—at least to me—is the number of those within these relationships who are perfectly content and comfortable with the status quo.

Not I, that’s for sure. I am one of the unfortunate minority who are not merely satisfied by actionless words. I have experienced far too many times the verbal sentiments of love with nonexistent actions. Or, even worse, the words followed by violence and pain. Ergo, to me, deedless protestations of love are simply words. Meaningless. Empty. Worthless.

So here I am; endeavoring into the dating world as one would dunk one’s toe into a scalding bathtub or freezing lake, with the oxymoronic combination of cynicism and hope. The former is a result of my experiences and the latter a reflection of my eternal Disney-esque belief in true love and happily ever after.
#challenge  #prosechallenge  #love  #essay  #lifelesson 
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A wish

Stay my heart is off beating 

No clear rhythm love

Just a constant plea "remain."

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Written by WhiteRain
A wish
Stay my heart is off beating 
No clear rhythm love
Just a constant plea "remain."
#haiku  #love  #ache  #plea 
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