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online today!Love
I want to cry with you
Hold you
I want to feel your pain
Really feel your soul
Nothing to gain
I want to spread my arms
Look into your eyes
Feel your tears, hear your cries
If I could I would
Make the pain cease to be
In a world filled with misery
I want to cry with you
I want to feel your pain
Really feel your soul
Nothing to gain
I want to hold you
Die with you
Feel your tears
Feel your fears
Close your eyes and you will see
This is how it has to be
For you and me
Suffering derailed
Love prevailed
Forever more
We soar
Jade Anjoun
Hold you
I want to feel your pain
Really feel your soul
Nothing to gain
I want to spread my arms
Look into your eyes
Feel your tears, hear your cries
If I could I would
Make the pain cease to be
In a world filled with misery
I want to cry with you
I want to feel your pain
Really feel your soul
Nothing to gain
I want to hold you
Die with you
Feel your tears
Feel your fears
Close your eyes and you will see
This is how it has to be
For you and me
Suffering derailed
Love prevailed
Forever more
We soar
Jade Anjoun
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Posted: Apr 26
About this poem:
My deepest thoughts on Loving people. Love is the only currency in this world and we seem to be far, far from that today.
Rainbow's in a waterfall.
Rainbow's in a waterfall, magical, beautiful and breathtaking.
Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.
But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.
But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.
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Posted: Apr 15
Post CommentFlowers
Woman are thought of as a Rose,
Soft petals, beautiful fragrance, delicate and surrounded by strong thorns to protect her.
Some woman are just like that.
For me a woman is like a sunflower, bright yellow and cheerful, always turns to the warmth of people, and has seeds that feed and nourish.
Most women are sunflowers.
But remember the Rose can bend without breaking, the sunflower can get destroyed for her seeds.
In the end all flowers are beautiful, soft and strong in their own right, so treasure them.
Soft petals, beautiful fragrance, delicate and surrounded by strong thorns to protect her.
Some woman are just like that.
For me a woman is like a sunflower, bright yellow and cheerful, always turns to the warmth of people, and has seeds that feed and nourish.
Most women are sunflowers.
But remember the Rose can bend without breaking, the sunflower can get destroyed for her seeds.
In the end all flowers are beautiful, soft and strong in their own right, so treasure them.
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Posted: Apr 12
About this poem:
We are all so different yet so alike, unique yet. We all feel deeply.Stairway
There's this interesting Stairway made of stone, that has many levels.
The top level is smooth and well kept, many people have been there.
The middle level has a few cracks and patches of moss, but you can still walk without falling.
The lowest level is where you have to tread carefully, many crack's, lot's of moss and you can fall off easily.
But the few people who take the time to get to the bottom of the strairs, who have the patience to walk slowly and learn the staircase, they get to see the gentle garden where wonder and magic can be found.
The top level is smooth and well kept, many people have been there.
The middle level has a few cracks and patches of moss, but you can still walk without falling.
The lowest level is where you have to tread carefully, many crack's, lot's of moss and you can fall off easily.
But the few people who take the time to get to the bottom of the strairs, who have the patience to walk slowly and learn the staircase, they get to see the gentle garden where wonder and magic can be found.
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Posted: Apr 5
About this poem:
People, like stairs, need to be handled with care if you are too make the journey into the garden and discover Magic.Dare To Dream.
Climb into my mind,
But be careful, if you walk down the wrong path you can get Lost.
Sink into my bloodstream,
But make sure you get to My heart, if I get hurt you could just spill out onto the floor.
Walk into My Aura,
But make sure you repair the damage with rainbow colour.
Or, I could just imagine that you saw me inside my mind, found my heart and held it, and that you broke all the barriers and put lights inside the darkness.
That would be safer, that I could handle for now.
But ohh how amazing if you were real.
But be careful, if you walk down the wrong path you can get Lost.
Sink into my bloodstream,
But make sure you get to My heart, if I get hurt you could just spill out onto the floor.
Walk into My Aura,
But make sure you repair the damage with rainbow colour.
Or, I could just imagine that you saw me inside my mind, found my heart and held it, and that you broke all the barriers and put lights inside the darkness.
That would be safer, that I could handle for now.
But ohh how amazing if you were real.
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Posted: Apr 5
About this poem:
Bit lost today.I am waiting for you to fail
In the beginning we give ourselves so freely and completely.
As we progress and discover hurt and loss, we hold back parts in case we lose them.
When we have chunks of who we were missing, we are so gaurded that nobody can truly know you.
At this stage, I am finding that I throw everything I am, the good, bad and ugly, one by one and wait for them to fail, because they will it's human nature.
As we progress and discover hurt and loss, we hold back parts in case we lose them.
When we have chunks of who we were missing, we are so gaurded that nobody can truly know you.
At this stage, I am finding that I throw everything I am, the good, bad and ugly, one by one and wait for them to fail, because they will it's human nature.
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Posted: Mar 18
About this poem:
I guess it's knowing what you are doing and why that's a good thing.I still hope unrealistically that someone would pass my test and be strong enough to stay.
But then I would have to let them.
online today!This Land is Who's Land
If you don’t own the land
Then the land owns you
You will never suffer again
We will take care of everything
You can always trust the State
We can never lead you astray
We will always defend your rights
From the cradle to the grave
Just as long as you behave
We fight we fight with all our might
Just as long as you believe
We will make everything alright
Don’t worry or be deceived
How do you know beforehand
Things don’t work out as planned
Then the land owns you
You will never suffer again
We will take care of everything
You can always trust the State
We can never lead you astray
We will always defend your rights
From the cradle to the grave
Just as long as you behave
We fight we fight with all our might
Just as long as you believe
We will make everything alright
Don’t worry or be deceived
How do you know beforehand
Things don’t work out as planned
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Posted: Mar 11
About this poem:
YeaHe lives in my mind.
Hard, work roughened hands, interlocked with mine
Pulled into His chest, my Face resting against His heart, arms behind my back with His fingers still wrapped around mine.
My happy place, control and choice removed from me for a while.
My fantasy that I am not sure I will ever find.
He would have to be mentally stronger than me and know me.
Physically, older or around my age.
With the right amount of gentle respect and Dominance, to be able to receive submission without demanding.
He would also have to be real enough to one day touch me physically as well as mentally.
Pulled into His chest, my Face resting against His heart, arms behind my back with His fingers still wrapped around mine.
My happy place, control and choice removed from me for a while.
My fantasy that I am not sure I will ever find.
He would have to be mentally stronger than me and know me.
Physically, older or around my age.
With the right amount of gentle respect and Dominance, to be able to receive submission without demanding.
He would also have to be real enough to one day touch me physically as well as mentally.
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Posted: Mar 11
About this poem:
Still a fantastic fantasy.But I guess each relationship teaches you that maybe.
Always believe and maybe, the next one.
Maybe.
online today!Preponderance
The least among us are often the best
Not always in referral to greatness
More speaking about a personality
Before the dive to the abysmal bottom
How lofty and often one may speak
May never never again be reached
The genius that tries be-riddles me
Makes a mockery of my freedom
The giants among us all still rivals
All the attention so badly needed
To separate the good from the bad
Where nothing so spectacular as evil
Ever rule over our hearts and minds
So sojourn on my soldier friends
Marching to the drumbeat called liberty
I follow only that what I can defend
And share hope like rays of sunlight
Breaking through the dense darkness
Above the shouts does freedom cry
Not always in referral to greatness
More speaking about a personality
Before the dive to the abysmal bottom
How lofty and often one may speak
May never never again be reached
The genius that tries be-riddles me
Makes a mockery of my freedom
The giants among us all still rivals
All the attention so badly needed
To separate the good from the bad
Where nothing so spectacular as evil
Ever rule over our hearts and minds
So sojourn on my soldier friends
Marching to the drumbeat called liberty
I follow only that what I can defend
And share hope like rays of sunlight
Breaking through the dense darkness
Above the shouts does freedom cry
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Posted: Mar 8
About this poem:
Abstract about the loneliness and solitude of conviction, about the desire for freedom and liberty.Independence and Unity that march side by side is stronger than the forces that separate them.
I let you go.
Today I opened the door to the cage around my heart.
I slowly pulled each memory out, smiled, cried, kissed it and held it close one more time, then opened my hands and watched the soft beautiful butterflies with gentle colours fly free.
I let you go today.
I slowly pulled each memory out, smiled, cried, kissed it and held it close one more time, then opened my hands and watched the soft beautiful butterflies with gentle colours fly free.
I let you go today.
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Posted: Mar 5
About this poem:
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