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waht love is
love is the best thang any one coud ask four....its what we all whunt moste
                              love hurt's as much as it love's

gay or lezby,we don't choose who we love we just love who is the right one
the one that make's us happy sad mad...
and cry,we cry when love hurt's or when it make's us happy

             so when it come's to love....just be your self

UN BESO CORRESPONDIDO SEYA UN AMOR ETERNO PARTE 1

UN BESO CORRESPONDIDO SEYA
UN AMOR ATERNO
ERA UNA TARDE MUY LINDA YO IBA SALIENDO DE MI CASA CON LAS MALETAS A DESPEDIRME DE MIS AMIGAS DEYANIRA MARIA SANDRA FERNANDA YOCELYN Y CLAUDIA Y MIS AMIX DE BLOK TAMBIEN BUENO NOS DESPEDIMOS TODOS Y LUEGO SUBI A UN TAXI CON MI MADRE Y PADRE NOS FUIMOS AL AEROPUERTO Y ABORDAMOS EL BUELO A MEXICO PUES MI MADRE TENIA K IR A BISITAR A SU HERMANA POR UN TIEMPO COMO ESTABAMOS EN TIEMPO DE ESCUELAS ME EMVIARON A LA SECU (EN ESTA HISTORIA YO TENGO 16 Y PHINEAS 300 IGUAL phineas 300 se llama jose en la vida real ok) ENTONSES CUANDO LLEGAMOS A LA CASA DE MI TIA DESENPAK Y ME KEDE DORMIDA EN MI

COMPLETELYCOMPLETELY

You infused my soul
For just a second
When my eyes were closed
Completely immersed
In you
In that moment
You imparted
The love of every lifetime
We share together
I tasted your essence
Your fragrance now lingers
In my heart

© Teresa / Divinia 15th June 2013

The Wanderer's SongThe Wanderer's Song

And we start this,
our lives
with a kiss
with a promise
and with a sigh for no returns...

and so we go.. together.

And let us love each other

for a day
and a day
and a day

until these days
add up to a lifetime

For all love is contained
in a day
And each day makes together
a life
together

You my dove, fly free
and in leaving
you give true your love to me

for a day
and in each day
grow
seeds for a lifetime.

in each day grows
the life i found
with you.

and so with this trust you bring me..
as you place your hand in mine.
we go
and so our lifetime
begins again renewed.

F=(9/5sex)+32 I measure our words in Fahrenheit sometimes
Until I get tired of doing the math.
When we fight
I measure our words in Celsius,
The kinetic energy of our conversations
flirting with Absolute Zero.
But,
If the lips of our letters were to ever kiss
the bottom of the thermometer,
I figure there would be no need
for math regardless.

21 (Our Way Home)I feel like I'm going to crash
Right into you
And I can't see ahead of the road
Because I can't see you
My heart is torn in two lanes.

But you know when to brake
You know when to go
Sharing crumbling, cold hot cakes
We got lost on our way home.

My heart is torn in two lanes.
And I can't have you this night
Giggling, speeding the hotel drive through.
Because,

I feel like I'm going to crash
Right into you
And I can't see ahead of the road
Because I can't see you
My heart is torn in two lanes.

Let's just pull back and hit reverse
You know, I think I'm in love
You and I, summers in free verse
Shooing away the mourning dove

And I tell you not

The Ticket Sometimes I think talking to you is like speeding on the highway without a seatbelt;
the freedom of recklessness tasting of raw
glass and broken asphalt.
The mountain night wraps itself from the tips of the leaves,
threading itself through my nervous system
to ink in the space between the shadows.
How long has the oxygen I’ve trustingly inhaled come out as empty
gas not even capable of filling that same space?
Hitting 65 mph in a residential,
my carbon dioxide insulates your voice
until I catch fire.
***

a thought, my deari wonder if ripples on an otherwise blank river
would make you happy, make you smile like the sun.

if, had the stones been thrown the right way,
would you still be here with me?

somehow, i believe that the stones we threw never sank;
they're still skipping on, hopping towards the sunset.

or maybe i'm being too hopeful?

Let Love Grow

There’s a tree down in Newport-
we first met it very happy,
only two months into dating
and we had carved our names.
The date was added so all would know
that in that moment, someday years ago,
it was you&me.

In twenty-eleven it became tradition
we called the tree ours
and turned it into a declaration
of our lasting love.

But I don’t think we thought this through
as well as we should.
For the tree is a Weeping willow
and each touch of the blade
cuts off the lifeflow of nutrients
that feed and grow our tree.
And each year we’ve been together
threatens to be our last
as we choke out the parts of each other
that we claim don&

UnityAmidst the gaze that creeps into your mind
the glare that looked into your soul

I wonder if anyone will notice the emptiness
if ever will they learn the loneliness

I wonder someday, if they will notice the scars
the tissue of my wounded skin, healed and faded

Eyes are open but looking the other way
We're all choking on words we're afraid to say

Somewhere out there in the world outside
I know we'll meet

My mind will not let go, tormenting with memories
my heart aches on, just seeking to be truly happy

should i let my faith falter
should i hold fast this hope

forgive me for i was too weak
too cowardly to risk
Eyes are open but looking th

Silk of Amnesia

I swallow my voice and forget
to ask for a chaser. The damned thing goes down with the grace of
a sinking fishing boat
in a monsoon, not a thought finding
a lifeboat.
The room is submerged under three leagues of hush, a breathing shell with
a bed for a pearl. That bed is more
of a library when not a highway;
whispers
over tympanic channels looped to
pupils and arteries. Chemical tendrils of
emotion wrap and strangle logic
into a sepia memory tuned to the chords of
nonexistence.
Untying my mind from the knot of reality, the
moon drips bone co

TylerMessy blonde hair with a red bow
White summer dress with a glass of Coke
Sweet blue eyes that lead to her fragile soul
My heart jumping to something this classical
The need to talk to her was so impractical
Sitting next to the window, the sun setting, she looks beautiful
I go to the Take-Out counter, distracted by her colors
Until I get enough courage to approach her, careful
She's wide-eyed and so apparently nervous
Which is beyond me, she looks so incredulous
I'll never forget what she first said when I sat across from her
"Hello, I'm Tyler."

I'm perfectly happy being unhappy.You're everything I didn't want.
Yet also all I've ever wanted.
I regret saying no, even though you never knew I did.
But I didn't want to say yes yet.
I feel like I couldn't be happy with you.
But I know I can't be happy without you.
The tides should be just about to turn.
But what will become of a life of chance.
I know I can't be happy with you.
I know I van't be happy without you.
My brain despises.
My heart loves.
My brain is killing me.
My heart will gladly help.
The stakes are high.
I've made a choice that will make me smile.
I've said yes in my mind because,
I'm perfectly happy being unhappy.

no se que titulo poner
prologo
Ciudad Milagro, es un lugar lleno se paz, amor, hermosa música, donde no hay crimen, todos viven en paz, siempre tranquila y muy...(espera, espera, esta no es mi historia o me equivoque de ciudad, otra vez ¬¬, kervyn~ donde esta la carpeta con la historia que iba - allá donde dice CM - ¿enserio? - si - haaaaaaa pensé que esa era el dibujo que tu estabas haciendo- no, esa es tu historia- a bueno, gracias hermanito)
Ciudad Milagro un lugar lleno de crimen e infamia, donde viven los héroes, y villanos, malos, imbéciles que siempre pierden o lo que sea, este era un día normal como cualquier otro (claro si es que a eso se le puede llamar "normal") y todo estaban ocupados en sus propios problemas, claro almenos que tengas la mala suerte de ser manny, zu o django, los cuales se encontraban in cocientes en una jaula flotante sobre el magma o lava del volcán de la ciudad, sin casi ninguna posibilidad de escapar.
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Late Night Soliloquy 'Thinking of My Mistakes'I have been called strong
I have been called superman
I have been told so many things
But I am...

I am weak
I am cowardly
I have only ever thought and acted in order for self-preservation
I am driving my self mad but it will not show

If calm calculations are what make people strong
Then I wish to be weak
I want to buckle under the weight of inadequacy
I want to love her as she deserves to be loved

I have only one love and
I have probably made her feel hurt and betrayed
She may have made herself believe things that are untrue
and I only reinforced them to save myself

I love her
She deserves all of me and more
I am giving her judgement o

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To us and our fireflies

by ~studd-muffin, May 27, 2010, 11:08:14 PM
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Drenched by the luminescence under the saffron skies, beyond the train tracks and the muddy crossroads we leave our world behind to enter a simpler time. A time to be a child and be amazed by blinking lights. The trees, the wind, the sky and the fireflies will resonate inside me. The beauty of everything that day was amplified and magnified by the presence of her. Some words were spoken though none were required. Nothing could steal the magic. Je t'adore.

To us and our firefliesby ~studd-muffin

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One of those days...

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~slightlysardonic Jun 11, 2010

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Mood: Teasing

!naren2108 May 28, 2010

Hmm...

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