Obsession is quiet
Soft as a rose petal
Obsession is vanilla
Smells sweet, tastes like poison
Obsession is water
Rushing about
Obsession looks flushed
Crazy
Allow girl the strength to answer questions
she cannot fathom
Allow girl the spirit to know His needs.
Allow girl the serenity to serve Him in peace.
Allow girl the love to show Him herself.
Allow girl the tenderness to comfort Him.
Allow girl the wisdom to be an asset to Him.
Let girl be able to show Him each day her
love of her service to Him.
Let girl open herself up to completely belong to Him.
Let girl accept her punishment with the grace of a woman.
Let girl learn to please Him, beyond herself.
Grant girl the power to give herself to Him completely.
Give girl the strength to please us both.
Permit girl to love herself, in loving Him.
For it is her greatest wish, her highest power
to make His life complete as He makes hers
I am because of the sunshine, moving through the trees.
I am because of his sweat, blood and tears.
I am because of the way she held my hand.
I am because of the love shown by others.
I am because of the night, drawing more and more into it.
I am because of the way he used to whisper to me.
I am because of every nightmare, and every terror.
I am because of the blood spilled, and the tears shed.
I am because I am.
He crossed my path, while walking through the woods.
He was a little grey wolf.
Though merely a cub, he was fearless.
He came to me, hackles raised, teeth bared.
I held my hand to him, for I felt he must have been afraid.
He eyed me closely, letting his guard falter for only a moment.
I stared into his eyes, awaiting his approval or disapproval.
He slowly, so slowly, inched towards me.
I inched closer and closer to him, until he could smell my hand.
His nose was cold and wet.
I smiled as his small pink tongue darted out and he licked my finger.
I moved closer still, scratching behind his ears.
Then, he shouted.
"Come on Dana," he said, "supper is ready."
And my little wolf friend ran away.
I go inside, after watching him leave.
After dinner, he is waiting for me.
Sitting at the edge of the woods.
I go to him.
And every night, after supper, he is there.
Waiting--
Still.
When I look into your eyes
I can see unyielding passion
unconditional love and devotion
compassion, compromise, beauty
you make me feel complete
filling the void, making the memories
deep within me, fade
almost as though they never
ever happened
When I look into your eyes
I see the pride within you
the love you radiate
the kindness you show when we're alone
you turn my life around
every time you smile
every time you laugh
making the terrors burn away
gone away
And through all of the passion
all of the love, I
still need you
through all of the memories
all of the crying
I still need you
Love is a candle burning bright through the darkness
Love is a word whispered quietly when nobody else is around
Love is a ring, held so delicately as he contemplates the meaning of the word
Love is a child, held so gently in the arms of a first time father
Love is a smile from one to another
Love is true happiness
Love is time spent together
Love is the sparkle in his eyes
Love is the embrace shared by two who honestly understand one another
Love is taking that first deep breath after breaking the surface
Love is that deep feeling when you know everything is going to be alright
Let the rain come down and wash his tears away.
Let the wind come and bring breezes filled with scents of lavender and sage to calm him.
Let the fire come and burn away this skin that holds the memory of our last embrace.
Let the earth come up from below and swallow me up.
Let your soul be healed and set free from the pain that has been caused by me.
Let him know how much I need him in my life.
Take my heart, hold it close.
Don’t give it all away at the first sign of trouble.
Promise me you will see the truth in my eyes.
My fragile body is crumbling under the effort of trying to make you understand.
I wish you could understand what I mean when I tell you I love you.
I mean you tell me how to live my life, and that’s okay.
You tell me you want me to be your wife, and that’s great.
Trust me when I say,
I love you.
You whisper to me
I whisper back
And as we lay there
In each others arms
I can’t help but think
That I might love you
I think about you
All the time
Wonder what you
Are thinking
Stare at your picture
For hours on end
Wanting to see you again
I wait for your call
Every night
And as I do
I think of telling you
That I might love you
When the world ends
There will be more
More tears than you can imagine
More tears than when a mother
Loses her unborn child because someone hit her
More tears than when a young boy
Gets hit by a car
When he gets off the bus
On his way home from school
But why these tears
Why are we all so surprised
We have known this was coming
Why do you act so innocent
You knew this was going to happen
You knew what you were doing
Why didn’t you stop when
You could have
Why do you say it’s impossible
When you know it’s not
Make the changes while you can
Do what you need to
Do what you should
Be brave
For you should know
Fortune favors the brave
The flames lick at my fingertips as I dance around the fire.
My arms reach towards the wonderful heat.
I touch the burning orange glow and watch as the ashes fly.
My foot brushes the embers as more sparks soar.
I feel nothing.
No pain.
No heat.
Nothing but power.
Glorious power.
I yell out to the sky that I feel nothing.
She cries to me.
Her tears fall upon me, fall upon the fire.
Slowly, the embers begin to die out and fade away.
And all of a sudden they no longer glow.
I feel the power slowly leave my body.
I see the soft light go from the sky,
and once again,
I am shrouded in darkness.
You shimmer,
Transform inside out,
Strobe into a thousand frames--
Your voice like honey,
Like acid flowing through my brain;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.
You quiver,
Bend in and out of shape,
Burst into a thousand flames--
Your smile like sunlight,
Like hemlock seeping through my veins;
Though Venus brightly glitters
Like a lovely icy sliver
In your eye--
Still I crave to be abused
In the precious name of servitude.
The sharp echo of your high heels,
The numbing perfume in the air,
The pointless self-recriminations
That one tries so hard not to spare--
Nothing else is left;
Bit by bit,
I crumble
With every nasty step of your departing feet--
How good it feels to loath myself and weep!
COMMENTS
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Become
02:26 Dec 21 2009
nicely put!
XokiNX
16:58 Jun 08 2010
If I remember correctly, this one is actually published.
Thank you for your input.
Melo
Nerothesable
18:02 Jun 08 2010
obsession is wat makes life interesting