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Craving a quick read? A few micro works from my favorite little black book. |
-THE BLACK NOTEBOOK COLLECTION- Parts Rob while I stand gaurding The door to my heart It is yours in parts, the purest Greater than my whole, egregious Plunder while I stand guarding All that you can hold Take my soul, the sincerest The love I have, timeless My dreams of you, a witness To how I've fallen, in pieces If you leave while I stand gaurding Cherish what is yours In parting Frost You are like the frost Crusted on me, window glass Without the sun to witness Our winter's bask You lay by night Covering me whole In the Moon's pallor light Casting me cold With a crystal glaze A brillant blurr An icy haze A frozen slurr How beautiful you were Before the temper change Sent you away cracking Melting in chills Slowly leaving My Window sill How I wished to show the world That you were near But all the remains Is the cold water running From my swollen pane The window, alone again Free Thought #1 In a passing thought of things behind the aura of you came to mind a distinct sensation I can't describe the complexity of traits, I couldn't ascribe I wondered, how could such depths lie within a man? Places unexplored, larger than Grand Canyons Great, like Barrier Reefs Off the shores of the east You thrive on your own And like ecology I wish to study, I wish to know How this organism lives How this organism grows I suppose, this all arises from the "what ifs" of our youth But only in adulthood, could I ever know truth Truth is, there's something I've always wanted Though not yet attained I want the real you And not the memories that remain My mind can't recreate And my memory is amiss It has never known The touch of your kiss Let's leave that to lips Warm to warm Soft to soft Passion without ferocity Creating electricity Oh how Our sparks would fly Until then I'll see you Through the dreamer's eye Remember: Things lost Are not things forgot That's why I'll never need Your forget me nots. He Loves Like Jesus It is always the innocent that bears the sin He whose yoke is pure and without offense, he will take away transgression He cries the tears of a hardened heart and puts on your burden as his own He suffers in infatuation that you may start again in love The Good Cancer "A cancerous thing it is!" the old man said with a face now captured by the dance of shadow and light. The children crowded around were lit too by the flicker of fire and the flame of thought. "It takes over every cell of your former self, hardening to kill inside and corrupting to rear a creature new." Some expressions were solemn, others now contorted in disgust. "All previous will pass away, marred 'til we no longer recognize you. Your heart, mind, even your soul, everything, dear children, will be lost in it's name." The man croaked in feveret conviction and gesturing limbs. "It's a horrible thing, Love is, ....unless you needed the change." Eyes Speak What is it about them? Their optical exapnse that begs me to dip No, no, to dive. Head over heels as I fall alive Into?...What will become "Take this off," you said, "I'll help you." "All I ever wanted to do was undress you. Not of your clothes, but first of your issues." "The ones that overwhelm and fall into your tissue" So I did, we did into your hues Of brown, mostly blue I can never distinguish which of the two Just beautiful Like the way you held my hand each finger takeing a path it never knew. Check back for more entries! |