It’s a familiar feeling what you do to me,
I have felt this before-
The lump in my throat, tears gathering behind my eyes
while I lie to the world and fake my smiles.
It’s almost a routine to me now.
After all the shimmer, at the end of the quest, it was only a fool’s gold.
Thoughts of you flow through my mind like classical music…
WAVES of emotions trickling …teasing my senses
AROUSED by flashes of your eyes, the way you smile
I’d touch you and make beautiful music
You make love to my mind when I see your face…I squirt fantasies of passion with you
The distance is unbearable but close enough to not drive me crazy…yet
This song is endless, the chorus is contagious…
this song..is a bed time song…
this song… is called kate
She batters her wings in a cramped cage
Feeling defeated by her guilt
Her thirst for freedom weighs bruises on her mind
But she is torn between the fear of not being happier outside these bars
Little birdy, wishes she would love to stay
Whenever I look for a thought to be happy, I think of you
I wish you would change my reality…It’s been sadness without you
Why do you tease me with all this candy but tell me not to touch it?
Does this sick joke, get you off somehow?
Fondling with my fingers trying to fight the urge of holding it, just once
In reality I want to have my way with the cookie jar, turning it inside out and emptying its contents
I am going mad somehow from wanting to bite a little more than can be chewed
But somehow I am still desiring to swallow
Looking from across the room at something I cannot have, and all the while you tease me, I sit here fondling my fingers
I saw him, not in person but it was good enough ..for now
his smile is still there, his crazy laugh and those beautiful eyes
i cried because i wanted to touch him so badly
he is 24 today and as I wished i started 12 am with him
Dear Diary please explain to me why i love this man so much??
it is as if he helps me to get oxygen
i crave to have him beside me
i can’t screw this up,,, i love him too much
It’s day 6! and I am madly in love
–bright eyes– Happy Birthday!
I’m still counting, it is the only way I can focus
for me it is long but at least day 5 is better than day 1
I miss him Dear diary it seems no one can distract me from the loneliness
even among friends i still think of him
i am afraid that he doesn’t miss me as much
I am afraid that me not being near him leaves him vulnerable
Dear Diary it is day 5 and i am thinking too much
—bright eyes —
I met him today,
The most handsome creature I have ever seen, with lips that make me thirsty
His eyes seem to have all my answers, captivated when we speaks
His clothes rest on him like they made it just for him
His mind so creative, so powerful, so interesting…
I tell you – I met him today
Something about him made me break the rules wanting to write another poem
But I must tell someone!
This lust is bursting inside me and I have no one to share it with than ‘you’
So Dear Diary,
I met him today…
The one I saw on twitter but never dreamed to speak to so close, his voice I’d hear through his Sunday articles
But today I met my writer, my philanthropist, my wish to be like in this career
But the truth is.. along with his fine leather matched his wedding band
Some other blogger had already claimed the painting I lust for
So I settle with his tips on how to be an entrepreneur
The closest contact would be when I read his bio and introduced him to the class
And as he makes his final presentation and exits the door, I am just his past
So I am back on twitter making another sub-tweet about my art work
Another poem I know he won’t see, but at least ‘you’ see it, Dear Diary,
I met him today… at least I thought I did.