~The Way~
Through all of my short life
Even until today
I was never one to know
Life the Easy Way
Many horrible thoughts
Kept running through my head
About how I wished for a love for me
At the time I wished I was dead
But suddenly I saw a smile
That made my whole life all worthwhile
The way you came to me like a theif in the night
Turned my whole world upside down, and made everything right
You freed me my love
You saved me my love
And for you and you only
I thank the stars above
I beg you have patience with me
Know what I can and can't do
Because you'll find out sooner or later
I'd give up my life for you
*~Dedicated to my one and Only~*
Submitted by: GodessWC82
The Little Things
You said it had to end.
But why I dont know
You said you loved me
I believed you.
When you kissed me
I felt nothing but butterflies
I felt love coming through your lips
There for the first I felt that someone
Loved me.
But you told me that you couldn't do
It no more.
What you couldn't love me no more?
Now I am gone.
But I will always be asking "WHY?"
I loved you but not forever
And as every girl loses their first love
We all ask why?
But now we know we deserve more
babyb3408
THAT STAR IS OURS
(Dedicated to Donita, the love of my youth.)
That star is ours, common to our sight.
Radiant on both of our worlds it sees all.
Ever present like your memory.
Bright for a star - dim for a sun.
I can see it flickering and dancing
as I feel your heart across my thoughts.
Touch, alight, caress over dusty memories,
your face blurs out of focus, only to sharpen
as I search all the secluded corners of my
treasured remembrances of you.
Each day runs into the next as time grinds
and chips away at what little I still hold of your essence.
The star knows.
It has seen your happiness, pain, joy, anguish
and love.
It has seen mine as well, and it knows of my passion,
for I have spoken of you many times across the universe
to it's stellar vantage.
It alone has been my confidant.
I look to the star hoping you are looking there too!
A common focus of our eyes, somehow linked
through space and distance, I hope and imagine.
You are my world in a faded memory.
Ever present in my being, so real today,
even as in our youth.
How many times must I create our fantasy world together
before I touch your soul and heart in this reality?
Draw closer to you is what I crave.
Ever mindful though, that I may learn
some unexpected truth about you, or,
worse yet, rejection.
This is a pain I could not endure.
But, on that one chance...
That one small infintesimal chance,
that the star had been right, and you would be mine again...
It is a choice I must make.
Leave your memory as it was, so perfect and pure,
or forge on through my fear and seize what I
know is destined to be, ... that God does make
that perfect person to complete our lives and dreams.
The drive is now becoming too powerful,
I cannot resist.
Yet the uncertainty of our finale looms as a
great dark void, waiting to consume what hope
I still have in our bond.
Soon I must choose,
and there on that day my future will balance.
Go on as I have,
and the unknowing will, I am sure, devour my soul.
Choose to find you my Angel, and complete my life,
yes I must, regardless of the consequences.
So now, as I am one day closer to our inevitable fate,
I send my love through the star to you, dear one.
Hoping only that you are somehow aware of my presense,
and are speaking to it as well.
My devotion forever,
Bill
Then said a rich man, Speak to us of
Giving. And he answered:
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself
that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear
you may need them tomorrow?
And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the
trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?
And what is fear of need but need itself.
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?
There are those who give little of the much which they have-and they give it for
recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.
And there are those who have little and give it all. These are the believers in life and
the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty. There are those who give with joy,
and that is their reward.
And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are
those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with
mindfulness of virture;
They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Through the
hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.
It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;
And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.
And is there aught you would withhold?
All you have shall some day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be
yours and not your inheritor's.
You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving."
The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights, is worthy of all else from
you.
-Kahlil Gibran The Prophet
The Tree
You were a lonely lost seed in the huge world of love. I cherished you and
devoted all my love, time and energy to you. As you began to grow into a big
wonderous tree, my love grew with you. But as time went on, you out-grew my
keep. You were no longer my little tree, I could keep in the house. You were
placed outside where I hoped your roots would stay in my yard, but they
branched off into other yards to explore. Now my big wonderous tree has left
me, traveling to far out of my care, just to have its roots slashed by another
so you may wither away into nothing. If only you would have stayed in my
protective bounderies, maybe you'd still be with me here today.
Meleana S. aka Meana214... Jan. 5th '98
"To Feel"
His beauty makes me forget my past,
He constantly ceases to amaze me.
As I gather up my thoughts,
He adds up the part of me that was missing
He makes me who i am.
When we're together he makes me whole.
When we're apart void fills his space.
Time spent alone makes me realize all he is and means to me.
These, these are just words
Words to express that which you have sparked in me.
Something thats been missing for far too long.
And for that I thank you.
You have let me learn to feel.
To feel- something i may once before experienced
But not wholly without you;
To open my heart, soul, and mind.
That something is a reflection of you,
and you are a reflection of me.
-Dalimartyr
these feelings i have
i dont know why i feel this way
i dont even know what to say
you aren't my type, not at all
but why is it i long for your calls
i'm always wanting to see you
how much?...if only you knew
it's a strange feeling, i cant explain
but whatever it is, its driving me insane
theres something about you, the things that you do
whatever it is, you're making me want you
in a way i want us to be together
but being friends would probably be better
i want to tell you how i feel about you
but what if you don't feel the same way too
i guess i'll just let time pass by
if nothing happens...you're still a great guy.
Written by sg
Those days
Just one of those days when you feel the music and touch the sky
Just one of those days when you hear the cry of defeat and breath a
sigh of
relief
Just one of those days that makes you think
Just one of those days when you look toward the future and see better
things,
and then look back into the eyes of the past and see what you've accomplished.
Then realize that
things could be worse
written by,
Jamie MacNaughton
Thinking of You
I think of you
and what might have been;
I think of you
every now and then.
I sometimes wonder
if you think of me;
Or am I just
a memory.
I ponder your ways
and sometimes cry;
I never thought
we'd say goodbye.
I'll always recall
you saying my name;
Even though it'll
never be the same.
Deep down
inside my heart;
I thought that we
would never part.
But I guess you
couldn't see;
That you and I were
meant to be.
You left me
without saying a word;
Though the word
was silent;
Good-bye was
the one I heard.
written by: Kimm
written for: Eric