I found this in some old files on my computer. I think I wrote it about two or three years ago. Hell I'm bored so I thought I'd just post it and see what anyone thinks...
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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though I’d had misgivings, I thought maybe he looked worse than he really was. Turns out, I was right.
His name, which he’d told me gruffly when I’d asked about his trailer, and a possible ride, was Jeff. And Jeff certainly liked to talk. Well actually, he told me that he usually didn’t talk this much, but when he’d heard my accent I guess he couldn’t get enough of it.
It’d been quiet for a while, the radio was busted and Jeff needed to watch this particular bit of road, so we settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by my mare in a trailer hooked to the pickup. I insisted on keeping the window open, even though it was blistering hot outside, and Jeff had actually yelled at me saying the temperature could give me a heat stroke. But I had to be able to hear Wicca. I had to be close to her, and she to me. We just were not ourselves without each other.
Wicca snorted in an irritated sort of way, and I giggled. Jeff glanced over at me and grinned, but not in a creepy type way, more of a… well like a dad. Jeff would make a great dad, I could tell I knew what a crappy one was like.
“You and that horse can’t stand to be apart, can ya’ll?” Jeff half asked, half stated the question. He was keeping his eyes on the road not looking at me, but I could tell he was expecting an answer, so I obliged.
“No sir. We sure can’t."
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Back home, big burly men that look like lumberjacks are not allowed inside my fathers house, hell they aren’t allowed near me. But as I sat there in the beat up, rusty pickup truck- which I think might have been a shade of blue at one point-I couldn’t help liking the overly large man who was giving Wicca and I a ride. He’d been the only person at a small diner that had had a trailer with him. And, even though I’d had misgivings, I thought maybe he looked worse than he really was. Turns out, I was right.
His name, which he’d told me gruffly when I’d asked about his trailer, and a possible ride, was Jeff. And Jeff certainly liked to talk. Well actually, he told me that he usually didn’t talk this much, but when he’d heard my accent I guess he couldn’t get enough of it.
It’d been quiet for a while, the radio was busted and Jeff needed to watch this particular bit of road, so we settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by my mare in a trailer hooked to the pickup. I insisted on keeping the window open, even though it was blistering hot outside, and Jeff had actually yelled at me saying the temperature could give me a heat stroke. But I had to be able to hear Wicca. I had to be close to her, and she to me. We just were not ourselves without each other.
Wicca snorted in an irritated sort of way, and I giggled. Jeff glanced over at me and grinned, but not in a creepy type way, more of a… well like a dad. Jeff would make a great dad, I could tell I knew what a crappy one was like.
“You and that horse can’t stand to be apart, can ya’ll?” Jeff half asked, half stated the question. He was keeping his eyes on the road not looking at me, but I could tell he was expecting an answer, so I obliged.
“No sir. We sure can’t."
some amature suff
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My Love So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This love is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But more dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see you someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired by sightless eye.
Words tainted, by the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Love comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do you guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired by sightless eye.
Words tainted, by the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Love comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do you guys think?
nobody understands love,
nobody really believes.
you can't put a price on the way people make you feel,
but you can always say:
i love you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that you want to be the last person to see before you die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that you will always be there for them
that you will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
next time you say
i love you
mean it
because if you don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that you say it to
nobody really believes.
you can't put a price on the way people make you feel,
but you can always say:
i love you
but what does it really mean?
those three small words?
to many people it's just
i care about you
isn't that easier to say
than make someone believe
you'll always be there for them
that they are the sun, the moon, the stars
that they will be the person that you want to be the last person to see before you die?
is it so hard to NOT make someone believe
that you will always be there for them
that you will be the one that they need
for life
for eternity
forever?
next time you say
i love you
mean it
because if you don't
your just hurting yourself
and the person that you say it to