August 2011
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My mind is blank. My capacity is limited. I no longer have anything to say. Instead of words, I shall use actions. Actions speak louder than words. A phrase that has always baffled me. Acting is not something I am skilled at. Rather, words are my preferred choice of communication. But perhaps in this case, I need to learn to make better use of myself and do something I’ve never actually done...
July 2011
6 posts
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They say a picture’s worth a thousand words. Well, I have no pictures of you. But I have memories. Memories of times so precious and rare that even a photo would not accurately describe such lovely moments. Perhaps it is for the best. I do not want to look back on such times. I want to look at the future. Moments that have yet to happen. I can’t predict the future, but I can hope. I...
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I’ve not forgotten, merely rested. My fingers ache, but I shall continue to write. My hands, they tremble with anticipation. They feel the words around them, and I must satiate their needs. I grab one word, then two, then I slowly mend them into sentences. My hands are far from satisfied. They begin to grab more and more of these delectable words. Sentences soon become paragraphs. My hands,...
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Take my hand as I lead you up this hill. The grass leans as the wind blows across our faces. Here, sit next to me as we look at the city ahead of us. The hustle and bustle of the cars and trains can not reach us here. Here, where we are alone and the world is our own for us to gaze upon. With you I feel free, independent. There is nothing that can take this moment away from me. You in my arms....
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I have forgotten how to write. Or perhaps that is the wrong choice of words. I do not know what to write about. No, that is still not right. I do know what to write. But my way of words cannot describe you. Dumbstruck, dumbfounded, or just dumb. Call me what you like. But my way of words is inadequate when I try to describe the feelings you instill in me. Your love has caught me off guard and...
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Where has all this darkness come from? A mind once bright has now become shrouded in uncertainty. The walls are caving in, leaving me no where to escape. The ceiling is as high as the eye can see, further preventing me from reaching salvation. Why has this started? The feeling is similar. Like an old friend paying a visit. This friend is foe. This foe knows the inner workings of my mind and how to...
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If you were a book, I would never be able to put you down. I would take you everywhere, letting my hands turn your pages as I marvel over the words written inside you. I would keep you by my side at night and hold you first thing in the morning. I would never break you. I would keep your spine straight so that you may live longer. There is no need for a bookcase for you would be the only book I...
June 2011
11 posts
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Must you fall in love with me? Can you simply not fall into my arms so that I may hold you? Or perhaps fall down so that I may catch you? Falling in love with me is nothing. Perhaps you should fall for my words. My words are the true me. My words are who I am as a person. If you must fall, fall for the paragraphs I write. Fall for the verses I sing. Fall for the lines I have traced for you. I warn...
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Your hands look lonely. Clasped, one over the other, quietly sitting in your lap. Here, let me keep them company. Allow me to fill the gaps between your fingers. How does that feel? Excuse me, but my hands are a bit cold. I hope that isn’t much of a problem. Look. My hands seem to perfectly fit between yours. I am glad. But wait, do you hear that? I think that is my heart beating. It’s...
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My symphony of words is lacking. The tone and pitch are fine, but where is the emotion? The soul? The feeling? I am conducting, but something is missing. They tell me my music is beautiful, but I do not see it. They tell me my message is clear, but I do not understand. Why am I unable to truly appreciate the sounds I create with my instruments? My ears, are they going deaf? No, it is something...
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I love you, I love you, I love you. Tell me, does that make your heart race? Does your face flush and do your palms sweat? Does your body shiver in excitement when those three words waft through the air around us? I will be honest; I am nervous. Nervous solely because I am telling the woman of my dreams that I am in love. In love. What does that mean? I do not know. All I know is that I am in love...
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My dear, life without you is utterly pointless. I fear for the day when I lay in bed alone because our time together has past. You have given me a new breath of air, and without you I begin to suffocate. You are my everything. Everything and more. Please, don’t ever go. Stay with me. My smile, my laughter, my joy, they are all because of you. You, who has given me the chance to truly live...
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One day you will wake up next to me. My arms will be wrapped around your thin frame. Your eyes will gleam when our bodies are intertwined. I’ll let my fingers run up and down the contours of your body, gently stroking your tender skin. You’ll smile and begin to get up, but I’ll pull you back down. Five more minutes. That’s all I’ll ask. Why can’t we relish this...
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Speak to me, love. Tell me if you are happy. Tell me if these words have cemented the beautiful smile on your face. Tell me if you yearn for my embrace. Tell me you long for the moments where our lips meet. Tell me you have found someone that completes you. Tell me you love me.
Now it is my turn. I am happy. Your words have cemented the smile on my face . I yearn for your loving embrace. I long...
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Words fill my soul. They are what feed the fire that grows within it. Without words, I’d be nothing more than a corpse. These words give me life. A life to live. A life to live with the people I love. A life to live with you. These words are my perhaps my greatest gift to you. For I am nothing but words. These are all I can give you. I am giving you my all, my everything. My very life now...
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I lack a paintbrush. A paintbrush to recreate the images of my mind onto this blank canvas. This canvas which serves as my medium to the world. However, is it the paintbrush that’s missing, or is my skill just not to expectations? Am I just an artist who can’t translate their feelings onto something so simple? An artist who can no longer express himself through his art? Ah, but this...
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Excuse me if I’m rough around the edges, but it’s been quite some time since I’ve been so dumbstruck. Your beauty is that of the most glorious of pearls. Nay, not even that. Your beauty is perhaps finer than the rarest gem, gleaming in this sea of rocks. No. That can not be it. You are much too refined to be even compared to a gem.
Then what may I compare thee to? A...
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