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Tell Me You Love MeMy page is always blank.
Just as the glass is always full,
the molecules of H2O
collide with the oxygen, the CO2 in the air
and who knows what else is in the atmosphere?
Because that's not the point.

My page is always blank.
Though my thoughts fill up the empty cavity
that was my mind, a forgotten memory
unearths itself and dictates
that I...cannot write, but only state
the intangible feelings that my mind sends the heart,
that they are, indeed, nonexistent.

Maybe everything I see or seem
as Allan Poe would say
is but a dream within a dream.
Though comatose can cause no pain
when you overdose on novocaine.
The ecstasy pulsing through my ve

will you stay?If… if you know who I am
Will you stay?
Will you still laugh and smile
And cry those honest tears
Will you still be you
When you’re with me?
Or will you fade away
Like the rest?
I… I’m used to hiding
I’m… I’m okay with it
But…
Are you?
When you ask those questions
Do you really want to know
And, if you do…
Will you be able to accept it all?
I… I love you
I hope you will at least stay ‘cause
I need you
More than you need me
Even though I don’t show it much
Cause like I said
I hide
This is only a glimpse
Of me
The vulnerable part
The confession
Are you… willing

I gaze at you somewhat calmly I gaze at you somewhat calmly
Watching you leave through that door
I turned away not even looking back
And I know that you must hate me now

Girl? It was for the best
You deserve someone who won’t hurt you
I can’t guarantee your happiness
I’m sorry…

That night
When I held you in my arms
When you whispered the words of love
You have no idea how torn I was inside

And now
You never will
Because neither you nor I
Shall open that door again

I am sorry…
I loved you
It was my mistake
I won’t do it again

Forever True?This will break
Our relationship or make
Our relationship; so
Let me see how this goes

I am a girl
You are too
I am lesbian
Be mine forever true?

His Forbidden FruitWaiting and waiting
For me to be yours.
Opportunity comes yet again,
But you let it slip away.
"Why can't I just tell her?"
You ponder.
"Would she even be mine?"

Filling the void within.
Using other women
To try and satisfy you.
Nothing seems to work.
The only face you see is mine.
A desire so strong
And it must be yours.

A forbidden fruit.
Never has something so sweet
Been upon your lips
The one thing you want,
But cannot have.
The burning in your very soul
That aches for me.

But you have lost me yet again
And wonder why you didn't speak
When you had the chance.
Opportunity is still here
Wondering if you will speak.
But speak now because

BoyI love you, you know it more than I do,
I want a window across the road from yours,
I want your soul surrendered,
Your scent - lavender,

Innocence gleaming and bouncing off your skin,
Pondering over a lost fin,
Your helpless smile,
Withered while,

They tell me things I don't need to know,
They try to break your and my flow,
Shallow on Mondays,
our souls turn blue,
charcoal black - your eyes' hue,
I love you, you know it more than I do.

solving puzzlesyou once said you walked up to me
and we became friends
because you noticed i was watching
Sherlock. and you thought that was
coolcoolcool.

and now, fast-forward to almost a year later -
and you've snuck your way into my metaphors
and all the words i'd ever known
and now i'm struggling to understand it
like the way i can never understand you.

because i've always used verse
to try and understand my world
but what do i do when you have rendered
my ability to comprehend things
as useless as the effort i give
to try and piece together all your mysteries
like some kind of jigsaw puzzle
which refuses to fit together.

but you once said that it's

Sun Childyou're at a party, another one.
having fun.
i'm glad you have fun.
you smile just like the sun.

it makes me feel
alive.
but one thing.
promise me
that this this real
and not a lie.

Doldrumsyou stare at me,
you stare at me with ice-cold eyes,
I can't read you, you see,
and I find it no surprise,

you mutter an unpleasant word,
you tell me your vision is blurred,
you break the table down,
your smirk at my frown,

i break my repose,
you try to fly,
i smile and it flows,
it flows to your heart
and turns dry

Hay Dos Cosas Que Nunca Te DijeHay dos cosas que nunca te dije
1: …
2: …
Hay dos cosas que nunca te dije y jamás te diré
Pues hay una tercera que nunca te dije:
Nunca supe decirte las cosas

Are You Ready?Here we are and here we stand,
On the cusp of something that could blossom.

I see the edge and the wind at our backs,
We are creeping toward that edge.

I am swept up by the scent and the energies that surround us,
Is this real or merely what is expected?

I see the light upon the horizon,
Is it the sun or merely a reflection?

Here comes the big decision,
Are we ready to jump and fall to the depths?

I feel the energies cheering us on,
We both look at each other with anticipation.

"Are you ready?"

WORDS OF LOVEAs the sun warms the earth, you warm my heart.

As the rain quenches the earth’s great thirst,
you quench my thirst for love.

As both the sun and rain make the plants on earth
grow, you make love grow inside of me.

Every moment I am with you is precious to me and
when you are away from me, I long for you.

When you make love to me, it is too special for words
to describe. To be that close with you, to touch you
and be touched by you.

I would only like to spend the rest of my life
loving you and being loved by you.

When it is my time to part from this world,
I will leave knowing that I have been truly loved.

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Indefinite, yet with markings bold?
I lose the image – cannot trace the curve
to find that substance to preserve.

But without its body, it does exist,
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is a rent, a gap, and a puzzling tear.

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What synapse left you so transparent?
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Left me with you, my broken illusion?

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Have not grandeur to recommend them,
But modesty does dignify
And describe those markers for them.

While some are named, and others bare,
Through rows of crosses stretching on,
Anonymity does not impair
The sacrifice beneath each one.

There was a Cost.

The battlefields still flowing red
Not held in bootsteps in the mud,
Crimson poppies unfurl instead:
Colour of remembrance, passion, blood.

In that grave which held youth’s toil,
The earth hid the terrible stain,
Flowers sprung forth the tremb’ling soil,
With the lives it could ne’er contain.

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After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.'
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Waiting, still.

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in an orange haze – Sunshower? Sunstorm? – through the blinds.
The wind clatters the fly screen,
Sweeping through the backyard porch
and sweeping up all the leaves
until they leave and molder like the quiet dead.

Nothing's left,
Everything's gone.

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The varnish is worn here, bubbled there, cracked a bit,
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'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, because I'm not myself, you see'
Lewis Carroll

The sun was cold but shade was hot,
And the moon did whicker and whine.
Thus I did pause (with duly cause)
To 'wist things were as they should not!

For where my cubicle had been,
Was now deftly upside down,
I had complained, things were mundane,
Now sanity was to be seen.

Then a puckish breeze did harass
My office chair to give a giggle,
And from its jaws, by gravity's laws
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(I would wave if mayhaps you did!)'
My mind did dance, in surprise prance!
And I motioned a flourish too!

And

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Orpheus and Eurydice

by ~sammehsweet, Mar 16, 2007, 4:17:00 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Urban & Spoken Word

"Dying a second time, she complained not of her husband, for why should she complain of being beloved?"
Ovid

Is she gone? My darling Eurydice
with haste is borne away before my eyes?
Durst I presage the truth and lend my faith
to think the Godless – is this her demise?
No love should e’er tread so crueler roads,
where even paths rebel n’ yield not the way!
Where cold-hearted stones care not and curse love
with all lost on their precipice this day.
I see her not. No subtle shape to tease
the wind about and ease its chill-edg’d mood;
I haven’t her grace, her mein nor her smile -
Bitter breeze you must contemn me, and brood.
But Lo! There is her scent. Those fruity fumes
and flo’ers. Smell her colour! Her texture! There,
like the stray sunbeam gently filt’ring through
the canopy, that kiss’d your eyes, lips, hair…
I should not breathe and thus dare expel her,
What man, beast or god could deny my Love?
My Eurydice… I only stole what
none could resist, and ‘stead saw you stol’n off!
Foul Gods with fouler games! What pow’rs let you
circle your bargains with a tainted rule?
With Hercules’s strength, Atlas’ fortitude
naught would change! What hope for I, Immortals?
Let me steer the sheer ‘byss fairly once more
and I would not falter! I would not fall
or fall behind she would not, but once more
her sweet voice’d be leased at my beck and call…
Chauron! I command you let me ‘gain
board and ‘cross to the further shores and her!
Boatman, heed me, take me ‘cross the Styx!
Refuse me? Curse you callous saboteur!
…alas, she is lost. And without my Muse
no hymn, requiem or song will e’er flow
from my fingers, from my Lute’s silvr’y strings.
No Eurydice, no music – this I know.

In the ruins that succeed this love apart
is a silent lute and a heavy heart,
n‘gether with the flitt’ring spirits, I cry:
‘Why should Orpheus live and she twice die?’

Orpheus and Eurydiceby ~sammehsweet

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Urban & Spoken Word

First of all, its meant to be read aloud.

If you have not read the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, you should. It is the most tragic love story that I know.

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In short, however, when Eurydice dies Orpheus in his grief travels into the Underworld to bring her back, where his music persuades Proserpina and Pluto to let Eurydice leave the Underworld. The condition is, however, that Orpheus was not meant to look behind at her during this journey.

Eurydice, who had died via a snake bite to the leg, was lame and struggled to keep up. The story goes Orpheus reached the end of the Underworld, up the final cliff and out of worry and the thought that she was right behind her, he looked back at her, but she had fallen behind and she was swept away by Mercury back into the Underworld and was lost absolutely from Orpheus.

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This is dedicated to a special someone, they know who they are. In my impatience and attempts to help I feel as though you will be lost to me, like Eurydice was to Orpheus, though I do them out of love.

Any comments and critiques are welcome.

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~TerrificTragedy Oct 3, 2011 Student Photographer

This is breathtaking!! I love the story of Orpheus & Eurydice, made me want to tear up when I first learned about it in my Mythology class. And i completely agree, it is the most tragic love story.

~Lunos Mar 18, 2007 Hobbyist General Artist

wow sam this is fantastic

i mean it , not to sound like an english geek but the imagery and emotion is so vivid. i love it, and you didn't use rhyme which i like, great work

~sammehsweet Mar 19, 2007

Oooooo! But there is rhyme Tasha, just its subtle enough to only influence the rhythm more than the metre of the poem!

Snuck those rhyming words in past you