Musings of a stopped heart (31)
(Glares at his pillow.)
You've been cheating on me.
No snuggles for you.
You've been cheating on me.
No snuggles for you.
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Galactic_bodhi: (Glares at his pillow.)
You've been cheating on me.
No snuggles for you.
You've been cheating on me.
No snuggles for you.
I don't mean to make a joke out of what is obviously a serious and heart felt poem, nurc. It just struck me as funny when I looked beside me while I was reading this and saw my own body pillow.
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Whispers
Softly whispered sounds
in the night
Revealing thoughts of the moment
Not to be remembered except
in dreams that last too
short a time
and never to
be echoed in the morning
Genoa
Walking along the shore near Genoa
Waves daintily lapping the beach
Sun is down and moon not risen
A chill wind cutting sharply through me
Until you take me in your arms
And I find myself in never ending fantasy
Of deep sea dreams entombing me
In dark, cold wet dungeons of despair.
I release myself from your embrace
Which feels like a grip holding me viselike
With no relief from the pain and pressure
Unless I remove myself from this fantasy
Of deep sea dreams entombing me
And float gently to the shore of mercy.
Softly whispered sounds
in the night
Revealing thoughts of the moment
Not to be remembered except
in dreams that last too
short a time
and never to
be echoed in the morning
Genoa
Walking along the shore near Genoa
Waves daintily lapping the beach
Sun is down and moon not risen
A chill wind cutting sharply through me
Until you take me in your arms
And I find myself in never ending fantasy
Of deep sea dreams entombing me
In dark, cold wet dungeons of despair.
I release myself from your embrace
Which feels like a grip holding me viselike
With no relief from the pain and pressure
Unless I remove myself from this fantasy
Of deep sea dreams entombing me
And float gently to the shore of mercy.
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Galactic_bodhi: I don't mean to make a joke out of what is obviously a serious and heart felt poem, nurc. It just struck me as funny when I looked beside me while I was reading this and saw my own body pillow.
LOL Tis no problem at all. One feels what one feels when reading. I appreciate that you did so and had that emotion of jealousy!!!
Cheers.
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Beautiful posts, Nurcee...and I can relate all too well. It's not a body pillow, but I do have a pillow that I cuddle with when I have the need to feel like I'm curling up with someone. No, it's definitely not the same. 
Someday, I hope a man's head will be on that pillow, and his chest will be mine, with his arms wrapped around me. When that finally happens, what a glorious and long-awaited night it will be.
Someday, I hope a man's head will be on that pillow, and his chest will be mine, with his arms wrapped around me. When that finally happens, what a glorious and long-awaited night it will be.
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He.......
He became the sunshine
I sought each morning and
the laughter I long for
during those boring moments
of another normal day.
But mostly he was the
shoulder I lay my head to
for security when no one else
got me.
He became the sunshine
I sought each morning and
the laughter I long for
during those boring moments
of another normal day.
But mostly he was the
shoulder I lay my head to
for security when no one else
got me.
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I'm very touched by your writings, too, Nurcee. I mean that
from my heart. Please keep writing when you are moved to
do so.
from my heart. Please keep writing when you are moved to
do so.
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Ignorance of Aging
graceful lines shadowed by the moon
move to the rhythm of the breeze
carrying the blurs of forgotten memories
making the haze of our youth more palatable
how once we cherised the sharp contrast of black and white
we now prefer the vagueness of those times
perfect in our mind, more clear than they were at occurence
safely sheltered in our soul, never to be disturbed by truth
discussed in the round with friends anew
dramatized, or made more humorous than true
it's our own memories; ours for the taking
ours for the sharing
remembered in the way we wish
not the way it was
our perfect youth
re-lived in our waning days
v
Hi Dru: thank you for reading. I wish those things for you and send light your way.
graceful lines shadowed by the moon
move to the rhythm of the breeze
carrying the blurs of forgotten memories
making the haze of our youth more palatable
how once we cherised the sharp contrast of black and white
we now prefer the vagueness of those times
perfect in our mind, more clear than they were at occurence
safely sheltered in our soul, never to be disturbed by truth
discussed in the round with friends anew
dramatized, or made more humorous than true
it's our own memories; ours for the taking
ours for the sharing
remembered in the way we wish
not the way it was
our perfect youth
re-lived in our waning days
v
Hi Dru: thank you for reading. I wish those things for you and send light your way.
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Oh, Dusty I didn't see your post. Thank you much.
Most of these have been written over the past 2 years and kept on my computer files. Sometimes I just have to rewrite or tweak them a bit. Sometimes the need is there.
Thank you for your kind words.
Most of these have been written over the past 2 years and kept on my computer files. Sometimes I just have to rewrite or tweak them a bit. Sometimes the need is there.
Thank you for your kind words.
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Loving Fields
Sunshine on pasture grass
always reminds me
of the love we made
during that early summer day
The air filled with tiny insects
and the smell of field daisies
overtook my senses
And you
tender, gentle made me
realize how
gratefully I was taken
v
Sunshine on pasture grass
always reminds me
of the love we made
during that early summer day
The air filled with tiny insects
and the smell of field daisies
overtook my senses
And you
tender, gentle made me
realize how
gratefully I was taken
v
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Heart Dance
a view of the heart
merely a peek
barely visible, but
enough to allow
a feel of the movement
of the dance
about to begin
v
Being Us
This morning I awoke
thinking of the dream
I had last night
Mostly of you
and me
being us.
Some of it was
laughter
some of it
mundane
Mostly it was
just you and me
being us
a view of the heart
merely a peek
barely visible, but
enough to allow
a feel of the movement
of the dance
about to begin
v
Being Us
This morning I awoke
thinking of the dream
I had last night
Mostly of you
and me
being us.
Some of it was
laughter
some of it
mundane
Mostly it was
just you and me
being us
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nurcnurc: The Pillow
Walking in the store tonight I happened upon
a Body Pillow.
How interesting I thought. A pillow in exchange for the body
I no longer hold next to me.
A pillow to replace you. Odd.
The Pillow.
But there were no arms or legs to wrap around me.
Though I could wrap myself around it.
The Pillow.
There was no shoulder for my head. Though I could hold my head there.
The Pillow.
There was no face to trace the outline of nose, eyes, lips.
But I could place my face to it.
The Pillow.
No hand to hold. But I could hold it.
The Pillow.
No manhood left to glean pleasure from.
Just the Pillow.
There was no heart or soul to divine from The Pillow. Just as there
has been no heart or soul from you.
Now, The Pillow.
I still have my dads pillowWalking in the store tonight I happened upon
a Body Pillow.
How interesting I thought. A pillow in exchange for the body
I no longer hold next to me.
A pillow to replace you. Odd.
The Pillow.
But there were no arms or legs to wrap around me.
Though I could wrap myself around it.
The Pillow.
There was no shoulder for my head. Though I could hold my head there.
The Pillow.
There was no face to trace the outline of nose, eyes, lips.
But I could place my face to it.
The Pillow.
No hand to hold. But I could hold it.
The Pillow.
No manhood left to glean pleasure from.
Just the Pillow.
There was no heart or soul to divine from The Pillow. Just as there
has been no heart or soul from you.
Now, The Pillow.
first thing I took from the hospital when he passed
I still can smell him his scent will fade soon
but I will never get rid of that pillow
many a nite we layed on that pillow together what a 
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Nice posts Nurcee!
Honestly, I had thoughts of getting a body pillow. But then decided it would only make the emptiness worse.
Merky
Honestly, I had thoughts of getting a body pillow. But then decided it would only make the emptiness worse.
Merky
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catwomen64: I still have my dads pillow first thing I took from the hospital when he passed I still can smell him his scent will fade soon but I will never get rid of that pillow many a nite we layed on that pillow together what a
"Wow....my Dad passed in 2005 and I too have a pillow
from when he was living.It's themed a Christmas
pillow.My Dad spent X-Mas 2004 with us.I too can still
smell him........".
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Polarbutterfly: "Wow....my Dad passed in 2005 and I too have a pillow
from when he was living.It's themed a Christmas
pillow.My Dad spent X-Mas 2004 with us.I too can still
smell him........".
from when he was living.It's themed a Christmas
pillow.My Dad spent X-Mas 2004 with us.I too can still
smell him........".
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catwomen64: sorry for your loss...cat
"Yours too....hugs."
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nurcnurc: Ignorance of Aging
graceful lines shadowed by the moon
move to the rhythm of the breeze
carrying the blurs of forgotten memories
making the haze of our youth more palatable
how once we cherised the sharp contrast of black and white
we now prefer the vagueness of those times
perfect in our mind, more clear than they were at occurence
safely sheltered in our soul, never to be disturbed by truth
discussed in the round with friends anew
dramatized, or made more humorous than true
it's our own memories; ours for the taking
ours for the sharing
remembered in the way we wish
not the way it was
our perfect youth
re-lived in our waning days
vHi Dru: thank you for reading. I wish those things for you and send light your way.
graceful lines shadowed by the moon
move to the rhythm of the breeze
carrying the blurs of forgotten memories
making the haze of our youth more palatable
how once we cherised the sharp contrast of black and white
we now prefer the vagueness of those times
perfect in our mind, more clear than they were at occurence
safely sheltered in our soul, never to be disturbed by truth
discussed in the round with friends anew
dramatized, or made more humorous than true
it's our own memories; ours for the taking
ours for the sharing
remembered in the way we wish
not the way it was
our perfect youth
re-lived in our waning days
vHi Dru: thank you for reading. I wish those things for you and send light your way.
Thank you, V...and keep writing, these are beautiful. I can really relate to this one.
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Walking in the store tonight I happened upon
a Body Pillow.
How interesting I thought. A pillow in exchange for the body
I no longer hold next to me.
A pillow to replace you. Odd.
The Pillow.
But there were no arms or legs to wrap around me.
Though I could wrap myself around it.
The Pillow.
There was no shoulder for my head. Though I could hold my head there.
The Pillow.
There was no face to trace the outline of nose, eyes, lips.
But I could place my face to it.
The Pillow.
No hand to hold. But I could hold it.
The Pillow.
No manhood left to glean pleasure from.
Just the Pillow.
There was no heart or soul to divine from The Pillow. Just as there
has been no heart or soul from you.
Now, The Pillow.