STORY OF LUST LIKE A BULLET

this lust to my brain is almost like a gun to my heart you feel this pain and ache with me just the same we torture each other like its a game you fall apart and call my name while i look at you and turn away with hate in my eyes but astranged love in my heart til death do us part til love kills us bothyour love is like poison to me grief and torment to befolded up like laundry you want meto wear it on my sleeves i would do anything to get away fromyou and thats just not righti ts not worth the fight its not worththe restless nights the long days without sun light its almost like . . . you robbed me of happiness and you filled me up with stress so you can clean up all this messand you think im lying so your so quick to test and ditest but you always follow the rest and get upset and say its my fault it is im caught between a rock anda hard place and when we kiss. . .

is it hurting so much for you to stay alivedont you think it hurts more to diebut still you strive on heart ache and painyou stay real to the game and continuoslyignore me calling your name what a shame dont whipser in my earso i can hearwhat i can seeim perfectly fine with out you hurting me this poem may seem long but i got alot on my mind and if you stay and listen you just might find somone who cares and cant stand the stressso if that means i have to pull the trigger myselfso ill do it and with you get help dont hope and dream that were still togetherbecause were not and you ruined a perfectly good forever

This Morning

Today i awoke,

and i rose to realize that good things fall apart so better things can come together.

Today i awoke to freedom and bliss of the heart

to realize that not only was love a force to be reckoned with but that its somthing you create, realizing this, my eyes opened to my mind, and said, happiness is not somthing that can be found, yet its somthing that also must be created.....

I realized i was only human, I saw myself as a timid weak willed creature, who somehow found a way to servive in this wild life on earth. I realized that i loved to be held, i realized how comforting being in your arms really is to me, that sharing my soul with you is the least i can do for such a beautiful creature. Today i awoke, and when i did, I thanked God. Not only did i thank God for waking me, but i thanked God for having me be so speacil to him, for him to take time out of his busy day to create you, just for me. Today when i awoke, i didnt have to seek for strenght, i thought about you, and i was empowered.

And i realized all this before i even stepped outta bed.

SEEK GOD, AND YOU'LL FIND ME

I once heard, that a womans heart should be so buried in God, that a man should have to seek him first, to get to her.



Many Women have gone so far astray that all you have to do is seek a nightclub and you will get in her draws. I m here to question life's discriptive meanings... to challenge our moral characther. God is a very forgiving and slow to anger God. Why wouldnt you want to be buried in his grace, in his protection. As women we tend to complain about the pain a man has inflicted on us, "If it dont look like God, it aint love". What does God look like ?



Well physically im not sure, but i do know however that somtimes your heart see's things, that are blind to ur eyes, and understands things the mind cant fathom. Thus, God looks alot like a cool breeze on a hot summers day, a thirst quincher way beyond water, a smile never out of place, a person who gives undeserved kindness, peace, letting my heart beat steady, a glow, the light at the end of a tunnel. Yes, if he doesnt look like this, it isnt love. A couple that prays together, grows together as one, then becomes inseperable, strong, able to withstand, and endure all trails, and tribulations thrown at them.

Passion

Sex is a recreational event to this generation. What happened to meaning ? what happened to feeling ? What happened to emotion ? where did the passion desolve to ?? Sex is the actual act....Lets make love. The reason behind the act. The motive Behind my reason.

This moment is our invisible bondage, chaining us together for the duration of forever, if, that is, the moment is with the one who can forgive you, before you sinned, love you before you, give them a reason to love, and kiss you where it hurts before, the pain appears. This however is taken for granted, by both, male and female. Once i can close my eyes, and visualize us as one, visualize you as my soul, in which case i carry you every where i go, Once i'm to the point where you make love to my mind, and turn me on mentally before you even thought about touching me, then and only then are we on the same level to where we are able to take this feeling and mold it into an emotion that can be physically exspressed. Passion. Another word for love, just past the point of infactuation, and bliss or Passion, the position where love becomes just a word, and your actions are more important than however beautiful i can find a way to put the way i feel about you into words. Where my emotions wrap me up in an invisible blanket of sweat, where heavy breathing and desperate panting is our own secret language, that only me and you understand, a place where we live in each other, for not just a few hours, but all day . This passion, where forever seems like just a fews hours, "damn, thats not long enough", the dictionary doesnt have enough words in it so i can describe how i feel, at this point when i run into a dead end, like a brick wall, my mind cant go through, and my body takes over, and blends us together like a milk shake, like blue and yellow make green, locked as one, chained up, handcuffed together, key word WILLINGLY. Once again, What happened to meaning ? what happened to feeling ? What happened to emotion ? where did the passion desolve to ?? Sex is the actual act....Lets make love. The reason behind the act. The motive Behind my reason.

Even Your Ugly is Beautiful

Often the feeling of falling in love subsides into meager emotions of attachment, and from there, the passion of your love is gone, and nothing is left. I tend to think with my heart, which seems to be very kind, and understanding. therefore its easy for me, to see beyond someones imperfections, you dont have to be perfect for me to love you, but in my eyes i can see you (the imperfect human) perfectly.

Love is the power of forgivness, the power of being able to with stand, tragedy. Love is not, the butterflies in my stomach when i see you, not this big ass smile i get on my face everytime i hear you voice on the other side of the phone, or see your name pop up in my text notifications, those however are side effects. Do you wanna know what love is ? well i cant really tell you for a fact but i can tell you what i think it should be.

In my eyes every mark on your body, every freckle on your face and every hair on your head is specifically placed, proving to me that God makes NO mistakes. Your eyes are deep brown, and sparkle (litterly) when you look at me. your smile, is never out of place, or fraud. When we are on the phone and youve had a hard day, i can feel the pain in my feet, my heart weighs in heavy, and i too, become tired, all this just by tone of your voice over the phone. I give you my strenght, to see you make it too your be to lay down and rest your eyes, i whisper to myself "it's okay baby, i got it from here". When your heart is in pain, i make it my duty to be strong for you, and if by chance i havent a way in the world to return you perfect (to me) smile back to your face, i cry with you. See this love, is simply me becoming you, and you becoming me, and from there we, are we, and us, inseperable, not physically, but emtionally inseperable. Love, where forgiving you is the same as forgiving myself, where you cant sleep if im angry, and i cant eat if your mad, but excepting that we both are imperfect, yet in our eyes we see each other (the imperfect human) perfectly.