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with my hand
reaching accross the sky
i held that bliss
your kisses
couldnt sway me
to betray me
one more time
read that script
lost in the town of 'uwin'
always beneathe the fact
that loving
was a mistake
confirmed
believe me
when i say
'you killed it'
all that hot
soft
pele passion
had to be put to sleep
the tears
you taught me love is dangerous
i asked for love
you gave me dark gray hostel energy
took my everything
treated all of it
as if nothing had value
except you
now you call asking for help?
i think if i had a real nice 'beat the crap outta of you in leather outfit-' you know that might help-
angry?
you betcha

Especially like ur photo!

Good punchy deep inside poem.

cute- i mean 'punchy' was clearly the perfect verb-
while we are here- i know that = there is an itch- no one but me can scratch- and i know it s real- i just love the dangerous and the underdog- which = is rather-disconcerting in itself- to have that facination with the way a person looks into your soul and drinks deeply of all that liquid-and the thrill of a a blind date-
but all kidding aside- this is a kick ass poem- lol

i recently feel rather detached from everything- painting and gardening-yeas and there is a yurt-

[quote="creativesoul"]with my hand
reaching accross the sky
i held that bliss
your kisses
couldnt sway me
to betray me
one more time
read that script
lost in the town of 'uwin'
always beneathe the fact
that loving
was a mistake
confirmed
believe me
when i say
'you killed it'
all that hot
soft
pele passion
had to be put to sleep
the tears
you taught me love is dangerous
i asked for love
you gave me dark gray hostel energy
took my everything
treated all of it
as if nothing had value
except you
now you call asking for help?
i think if i had a real nice 'beat the crap outta of you in leather outfit-' you know that might help-
angry?
you betcha

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That moment,
The betrayal, the realization, the acceptance,
The death.
Just that, a moment.
Brief, fleeting, traumatic.
Gone before your breath.
But in that moment,
That briefest of time spans,
It’s all undone.
What once was sundered,
Cannot be made whole again.
No matter
How much
We believe
And how much
We try.

Embodied- by spirit-- I trust-... All will work -if you aim your arrow in a good way- knowing what you intend- that is half of it- intentions-i wish only happiness for all of the people i have loved- seriously- i am pure cynic-anti-relationship- it is true and i am guilty.the white picket fence didnt sooth my soul-i wanted to be one of those women that worked 9 to 5- it just never happened- now- i paint =a history- ----decorating boxes- planting seeds- the most amazing thing happens= growing little plants- the green house is amazing-the sound of the lawn mower- the frogs at night- so random-the trickle of the creek-.....i like the song 'cheek to cheek' with fred astaire-putting the fun back in dysfunctional- self employed- NO BODY IS THE BOSS OF ME