WOW this is the 1st time i have ever talked to you, not through poetry(dont worry... its coming. Well. i have been in Georgia for about 6 days, and i wrote a few things in my journal, and i decided to put those on here. so here are a few.
Flowers
true beauty is breathed
out
in everything they do.
there.
is love.
working in gardens and fields
they spred
and make others grow and make
happiness
God's greatest accessory.
name
breasy licks whisping the
two or three strands of hair
which hang, dangling in my eyes.
tickling hair eye annoyances
weirdly remind me of you.
not any specific reason
just the small insignificant things
make me say your name.
sometimes, i find myself
writing your name
with my finger on my arm.
or on a chair.
just the firmiliar pattern of
letters
brings my breathing slower
and a calm to my brain
numbing my worries
Your name is theraputic.
questions
When he looks at the world
he judges beauty
by how good of a photograph it would make.
if we preserved these moments
would they mean as much
tomorrow?
if we all looked the same would
you treat me like you do?
but i have noticed.
you're upset with the ways you have changed.
you've noticed.
i see his strengths
as your flaws.
when will you let yourself love me?
her
she tells herself
"all i need is to be pretty"
"just for them to love me"
looking in her mirror
she imagines
a few pounds thinner,
hair a few shades lighter
the she KNOWS
his true kisses will follow.
her mirror can give her the truth
she she wont listen
when others tell her.
she is beautiful.
the color of her skin,
the waves in her hair,
natural wonders of beauty
like a flower
her happiness is contageous
she she lets it shine through.
if she would only hear once.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
me
somewhere else
my mind travels
hitchhiking
i keep trying to
figure you out
insted of finding
my place.
ive found the possibility
the reason
you dont want me
because i dont want myself.
i find.
i need to find myself
before i seek for you.
but some
magnetic sense
eteches the image in my mind.
the place where i will find me.
is with you.
eyes
to capture the sparkle in your eyes.
i have tried again and again.
but words on lines
and paper in books
comes nowhere near
to showing the
unexplainable magic.
they twinkle when you smile
when your mouth's corners
rise.
the dark mystery
melts away
leaving only the glitter
and spark.
unnatural but somehow
on you it dosent seem abnornal.
just to capture the look in your eyes
when you smile.
would make mine gleem the same.
after my dream
you haven't died.
but im beginning to forget little
things about you.
sometimes
i cant close my eyes and see your face
but others It's like you're right next to me.
breathing
warm droplets of humid air
in my face.
comforting and
i feel content.
to think i could open my eyes
and say your name softly
and feel your hand in mine.
seriously.
what more could i want?
colors
something about the air
the company
the smell.
i cant create
my fingers are aching
to make verses
to place words
in orders that make them
seem more important.
sometimes
puting the words into rhymes
or patterns that flow
make me see the world in different colors.
and when i write about you
the colors fade
all the trees go black
and the sky white
all the purples become gray.
but still
somehow between all my problems
i still see this beautiful world
and your beautiful face
and i cant help but feel beautiful too.
12:15 am - Tuesday, Jun. 25, 2002
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