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a smile in her eyes and a sunflower in her hair.* (retro_chica) wrote,
@ 2008-05-20 19:59:00
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    Love in Connotations.
    a cool wind blows
    old memories through the door
    an addition to a chapter
    we've held underneath our hearts
    hidden there for sure.

    o, what dominating glides
    you swish
    you slide
    and manoevre us to your will
    guiding us down the path you intend us to follow
    leaving a lingering of hope and yet desire.

    how we miss those days of yore.
    where we lived through fantasy
    where it was just oh so real.
    where the tips of our tongues did not yearn with such a trembling effort
    to our wishes.

    our dreams present such obstacles for us
    three cases shall be provided.

    one:
    a string is tied around my heart, pulling as it pleases
    it does not hold great effort on me, for the pain it singes to my very core
    and i would do anything for it
    anything it asked
    not because of the pain
    it is a fire that burns within my soul
    that craves to be fulfilled
    and yet it bellows, to and fro.
    it is a flag on a mast
    the string, the flag, wavered by that tantalizing wind
    it blows so gently
    as if to kiss me in spite.
    and yet, i follow it willingly
    still hoping as the masts hold the flags
    that i will end to my horizion.
    my destination.

    two:
    a feeling of thine, so excuse the observer's sight.
    a soul-searcher, such like I
    wanders, wobblingly round and round
    despairing for new entrances
    through a revolving door
    the glass is as strong as we are.
    oh those dreadful mirages
    that pose as shimmering light
    we grasp for them with both hands
    held tightly
    onto falling sand
    revealing a desert
    yet again of hope.
    shall we dig beneath till we can dig no more
    to achieve our true heart's desires?
    the wind, it again fools our deepest cries.
    close your eyes from the storm
    let it not blind those few seconds of bliss that dreams bestow.
    please
    above all else
    let us dream.
    dream to hope.
    hope the wind will guide us to the only thing we've ever wanted.

    three:
    what is three?
    a number, or a list?
    the truth is
    it hurts too much
    to try and try
    to even continue the ways that we live our lives.
    always in search.
    always holding hope.
    the wind our fate.
    the guides,
    our love.

    o, shine, windmill, shine
    made of childhood dreams
    glitter in the morning sun
    of happiness that succeeds

    if we cannot taste nothing such as pure as that
    we must thank you for such a blessing,
    but instill in us the greatest passion known to man
    of not knowing how to achieve it
    and have it dwell within us evermore
    until our minds become as wild and insane as the winds that guide us
    desperate for what we need

    what is this lesson?

    and an echo through the wind
    makes the windmill stop at once
    a cloud overhangs my head
    a shadow upon the ground
    figures dancing here and there
    and the sun takes a nap.
    drizzle drizzle down my neck,
    now I lay me down to rest.

    what is there to look forward to
    but the hope of a dream?


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(Anonymous)
2008-05-28 23:00 (link)
Lucky you, you got a nice string of dreams the very next week. ^^

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you make your wife proud :)
(Anonymous)
2008-06-08 11:01 (link)
and an echo through the wind
makes the windmill stop at once
a cloud overhangs my head
a shadow upon the ground
figures dancing here and there
and the sun takes a nap.
drizzle drizzle down my neck,
now I lay me down to rest.

i love that. i love you. :)

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Re: you make your wife proud :)
retro_chica
2008-06-09 16:04 (link)
oh sawah you're too kind. considering this is one of the worst poems i've ever written
i swear like the last few posts are dee.zgust.eeeng.
but luff you for the kudos.
SHEND ME YOUR WORK I MISS IT.

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