****FULL POEM BELOW**** A day that's been promised, Has yet to arrive. It's the day that we all wish for Each day of our lives We all search for so long That we think it's only a myth Until someone comes along And gives us a reason not to quit. Then suddenly you find the one, come to the truth, and stop living in denial Finally, you see wearing white wasn't A myth while walking down the aisle I searched for so long, but I never thought that day would come true. Until I found the one that proved Me wrong. That one was you. I've been through so much, And felt a lot of pain. Before you came along, I honestly thought I would never love again I'm glad you changed my mind, For I would have missed out. All because I listened to my head And let my heart be filled with doubt. Now that I've gave in, I'm doing this for the better or worst. I'm gonna love you Like I've never been hurt.
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_ I Was Wrong ; I was wrong to date you I was wrong to believe in happiness I was wrong to think you cared I was wrong to guess your intentions I was wrong to fall in your snare I was wrong to think you chose me I was wrong to open up to you I was wrong to believe you listened I was wrong to meet you I was wrong to fall in love I was wrong to hope you felt the same for me [DB]
i used to describe our looks as a log vs. a twig but the original rancidness of that has somehow washed away.
i suppose it’s because of the way moss grows easier on a log to point someone home. how twigs are an easier tool to write poetry in the sand.
our love grew into something that didn’t match the picture books; i felt too big to be drawn inside the lines, you felt too small to think outside of the box. and one might think that those two don’t relate in the way that people think that they should.
but beautiful things grow without following the rules.
beautiful things grow when you accept them as beautiful things.
REMASTERED FROM MY BLINDING ACHE ************************************************************ Our story drifted with time With a thousand questions hanging on its tendrils No farewells Just a memory that refused to die A sound screaming at us from far away that every noise tried to drown Sifting through empty corners of the world, in search for remnants of our flame This. Our version of the end Or what should have been We finally found ourselves back where it began As if our absence never was Our spark, still earth shattering There, our hearts grappled in silence hearing all that were unsaid before Aching loudly for a chance to stay Yet all we have left now are goodbyes the obvious fate we denied from the start Now here we are, alone in this moment So we could teach ourselves a new way to see love That sometimes its greatest measure is simply to LET GO.. Elle Bor
I wrote this while in India. As beautiful as the trip was, it was heartbreaking and humbling as well.
Lies and Deceptions. By Patrick Whitfield, 22 June 2013, 2241hrs.
I close my eyes and listen…yet I hear your fear and retreat of your lies and deceit …hidden beneath your uncertainties and doubtful ways. Look at us all blind by the ways of our society’s sins… roll up your sleeve remove the dirt and use the soap to wash away your sins…perhaps a start but you got to ask are you trying to get out or are we trying to get in? Not so blind that you can’t see through the lies and ...deceptions. Read between the lines there you will find the red, black, and white…the true lies and the rewrites on how in your mind this is going to play out. The lies that been told and the lives that been taken... Forbidden is the sweetest fruits. Damn no longer live our truth?? Beautiful smiles and faces… so beautiful are the Angel’s Trumpet…but to never be kissed. * Angel’s Trumpet is a very beautiful flower the origin of the name Angel Trumpet may simply be due to the appearance of the flower, or it may also relate to the high toxicity of the flower, which evokes a symbol of the coming death.