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Creating Love
06/10/04

The bottom tier of my house of cards,
You're my king of hearts.
Taking part in cementing my foundation,
I'm completely numb,
Save for feelings pertaining to you.
Gypsies in fuchsia fabric
Traipse clockwise around a fire of gold coins.
I tear my still-beating heart from my chest
And hand it to you slowly
As you graciously accept my offering.
I drink from the moisture in your glistening eyes.
I taste mocha sweetness on your lips
As you taste my body
With your own.
Your eyes beckon me stronger than your hands do.
I weep autumn-colored leaves over your bare feet.
Ignorant advice offered from those who've no concept of sensation.
I spin around in slow motion on my dark carousel
And I wave the winds behind me.

A Story Of Love
06/23/04

There once was a little boy
Who loved a little girl.
He thought about her always
And made her his whole world.

But she didn't know that this
Reaction had occurred,
'Cause they were just friends
And it never appealed to her

That something more emotional
Could come from these two,
So he said nothing and stayed friendly,
Confidant, cool

That one day soon his plans
Would come into fruition
Just as soon as they both had
Fulfilled their intuitions.

All the while, as this boy
Sat in the darkness, calm,
This girl was seeing she had
The light inside her palm.

This light, it got so bright,
That the boy soon saw it, too,
And realized there was nothing
Left that he could do.

So with heavy heart and tears,
He set his future free,
Recognizing she'd come back
If they were meant to be.

Years passed on and time flew by,
This girl is now woman,
Set in a career and ready
To marry "the one",

But as she coasts down the aisle,
Tears form in her eyes,
'Cause all she can remember
Is that one special guy

Who made her laugh, made her cry,
Made her feel alive,
And she begins to wish that it's
With him that she will die,

But then she looks up again
And swallows back the tears,
And sees the stranger that's agreed
To share all her years.

She thought he knew every
Wish and dream within her,
But now she regrets giving up
One man the wiser.

She squinted as she came
To learn of his deep secret:
He loved her since he met her
But chose to keep quiet.

For a fleeting moment, she felt
Enraged that he could
Give up the girl in which all his hopes
And dreams were put,

But more tears came she couldn't
Hold back when she looked up
And saw that this is what
He wanted for her now, but

Seeing his unselfishness,
She loved him all the more
And grabbing at her wedding dress,
She bolted for the door.

She knew that Josh would understand
If he'd hear her out,
And even if he wouldn't,
This was without a doubt

Her destiny since her tender
Age of nineteen years.
She knew this man was meant for her and ran,
Despite fears.

She approached the now old house
That once had seemed so new,
And she knocked hesitantly
And the door opened to

An old ugly woman who looked
Nothing like Ms. B.,
But still the girl needed to ask
Where he could be reached.

The woman said, "I'm sorry, dear,
I've no idea", and
Retreated back into the house
Where once had lived friends.

This lady, now distraught,
Walked to the backyard alone,
Behind the fence, through the yard
And toward her old home,

But as she walked she came to
The spot under the swings
Where the two as kids had buried
Their most precious things.

She got down in the sand box,
With wedding dress and all,
And tore through years of piled sand
To find something small,

Something that would maybe
Bring back memories of youth
And lead her to discover
The hidden future's truth.

Amid the granules
She came upon a paper
And pulled it out to read it,
So deep it would touch her.

It read, "Hey, Special K,
If you're reading this right now
It must be the future
And you recalled me somehow.

I don't know how and I don't
Really care, because I write
This now at the age of twenty
And maybe we just might

Already be in the dream
I want so desperately,
And that's to hold you
In my arms for eternity.

This may come shocking to you,
I'm sorry if it did,
But please realize I love you
And kept my feelings hid

To see if a Fate does
Exist without influence.
If it does, then I'm the one
Who fed your innocence.

If it doesn't, well then I
Probably became dumb
And let you walk away from me
And follow the Sun.

No matter what, remember
You are the one for me.
Don't ask how I know this;
I think we're just meant to be."

This lady dropped the letter,
Threw her face in her hands
And sobbed aloud, not caring
About the painful sand.

When she was through and had
No more tears left inside,
She got up, brushed off the sand,
Picked up the note and sighed.

For she realized the greatest
Lesson of all that day:
Love is more appreciated
When it doesn't stay.

Natural Adoration
07/09/04

Raindrops cascade from the unending sky.
I catch them on my lashes, never asking why.
They fall down my face, to my cheeks, then my lips.
And I smile against their coolness as, falling down, they drip.

The clouds I have known should be coming out soon,
So one must catch the drops while they monsoon...
But no, I realize, as I glance at the stars.
The sun's coming out soon to heal all our scars.

There' no need to rush around, catching all you can,
'Cause there's plenty here for both of us, if you just pretend
That all the world's problems can end with our kiss,
And all earthly happiness should be as splendid as this.

You are the sun, come to warm and radiate me.
I am the stars, to keep your nightly company.
Together, we have what no one can replicate.
Together, we have formed a bond no one can ever break.

My love is yours, our hearts infinitely intertwined.
I never imagined a love like this could be mine.
Thank you for finding me, breathing life to my soul,
For, my heart was locked, but you came through the door.

If I Was The Moon
09/14/04

If I was the moon,
I'd never be lonely,
For, I could look upon my baby
And be certain of his health.
I could shine upon him all evening
Through his bedroom window
And offer some light to his pupils.
I'd watch to be sure
All his dreams were serene,
And when it would come time
For morning,
I'd ask my good friend, the sun,
To take my place while I slept.

If I was the moon,
He'd stare up at me
And I'd fearlessly stare back at him, smiling,
Knowing rejection was impossible
And looks no longer mattered.

If I was the moon,
I could eternally protect him
From nocturnal, earthly harm,
And faithfully hope that one day
He'd decide to come up and visit me.

Special
03/01/06

You wanted your space.
I left you alone.
The view from your window doesn't look so good from under those covers now, does it?
Can't really say I told you so, 'cause I wasn't so sure I'd be right.
I was disappointed to find out you really are just an altered version of a stereotype.
I thought you were special...

I think I can safely say I am happy now, for the most part.
I fight the need to think about you.
I'm with someone else now, someone better.
But...I sometimes find myself dreaming melancholic while in traffic.
Or I remember distilled dreams that I really thought I wanted.
It scares me now to know that I could have had your children.
I could have married you.
And you would have still left - it just would have taken a little longer.
I thought you were special...

I recently prayed for the shadow to cover me, wrap me in its cool draft,
Take me away on the footsteps of my mother walking away from me.
Now I see that there is so much more that I was dismissing.
I was passing up better opportunities on a conveyor belt.

All these things that happen to me, good and bad, I share with others now.
At the end of the day, I used to share them with you.
I miss it, and I fight every single day to disbelieve that someday we will work it out,
And I will wear that dress,
And we will have those kids.
I can't do that to myself again.
I deny myself anything having to do with any of that ever again.
It stops the pain.

I thought you were special...

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