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Laying here, thinking..

I can take a marker, stand in front of a mirror and literally trace my heart on my chest.

I feel each beat and watch it in wonder in that mirror.

Not sure how I feel, I think I am coming to life, or shutting down.

Just standing and watching it beat.

Place my arms over the outline to hold it together.

Looks up into eye's that are just watching myself without expression..

Why?

Opportunity knocks, embrace its call,
Unleash your dreams, stand tall.
With courage as your guiding light,
Embrace the chance, seize the fight.

A door opens wide, opportunity's gate,
Embrace the challenge, don't hesitate.
For within its grasp lies a world unknown,
Where possibilities thrive and dreams are sown.

Opportunity whispers, a gentle plea,
Listen closely, for it holds the key.
Embrace its presence, let it guide your way,
Unleash your potential, seize the day.

Like a shimmering star in the night,
Opportunity awaits, casting its light.
Embrace its glow, let it lead your path,
To a future bright, where dreams amass.

Opportunity dances in the wind's embrace,
Grasp its hand, let it guide your pace.
With each step forward, a chance is born,
Embrace the opportunity, and embrace the morn.

A fleeting moment, opportunity's gift,
Embrace its presence, let your spirits lift.
For within its grasp lies growth and change,
Embrace the opportunity, let it rearrange.

Like a river flowing, opportunity cascades,
Embrace its current, let it guide your ways.
Dive into its depths, explore the unknown,
Embrace the opportunity, let your spirit be shown.

Opportunity knocks, a chance to grow,
Embrace its call, let your passion flow.
With every step taken, new horizons unfold,
Embrace the opportunity, let your story be told.

Opportunity whispers, a promise untold,
Embrace its whispers, let them take hold.
For within its embrace lies endless chance,
Embrace the opportunity, let your dreams enhance.

Like a flame flickering, opportunity's fire,
Embrace its warmth, let it inspire.
For within its glow, a world awaits,
Embrace the opportunity, unlock your fates.

Violets are red and violets are blue and I love you too ??

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.

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.

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.

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

She whirled around center stage, pirouetting around the room
Curly ebony hair with heavy make up, silver shadowing around
The brows, reflective of the snowy supermoon
And as she danced, spectactors cry, we are lulled into
The throes of a gothic lullabye, softly sung sorrowfully, resonating
Deep within the heartstrings of the audience, no longer feeling
A little tense, expressing the love of dance as to how she feels
No longer needing commerciality to keep it real,
She's pouring her heart out through the medium of dance
Improving with every step knowing that it might be classed as
A distant trance, floating, gracefully into an elegant twist,
The poem can now be resolved and twirled into this
A moving piece of powerful verse, emotions churn like a blessing
And a curse, the balance is no longer reported adrift
As this poem ends with a silent kiss, a quiet salute to those
That can dream and remind people reading this that
Not everything in reality appears as it seems, that mystery
Can appear to many even in evidential truths

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

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.