WKress 49M
127 posts
7/25/2006 7:50 pm

Last Read:
10/12/2006 11:08 pm


My nose is running and it won’t stop,
I’ve climbed from the bottom to the top.
To stand at the peak and laugh out loud,
At still being able to pick my cloud.
Gauging indifference in my waking,
The tremours of thought leave me shaking.
Drawn through parallel realities in thinking.
When every moment holds the promise of hope,
The lines of people stretch down the slope.
The smiling sun greets new-found faiths,
The past disappears like retreating wraiths.
A curtain opens and the future unfolds,
Thought as precious as the rarest golds.
Happy to be a victim of the blue curses,
Living and laughing behind said verses.
From the darkness, I’ve surfaced into the light,
Yet, I still have relatives within the night.
Distant cousins, the stars and the moon,
My mother, the sun of highest noon.
Across the sky my newborn flies,
For a scanting my oblivion pries.
Forgetting the tears I shed for nothing,
On my face, my eye-lashes soft brushing.
Erupting from the emotions of worsened days,
With all the beauty the world conveys.

deliciouslybibbw 49F

9/3/2006 11:24 pm

The smiling sun greets new-found faiths....I read this line a few is my favorite in this poem.

Probably because of my "the glass is not half is over flowing" personality.

I'm a good girl with very bad intentions!!

WKress 49M

9/9/2006 8:18 am

DELI - You're making me blush here ffs !! Thanks again,luv. Stay sexy, be fun , and keep overflowing!!!

CanadianQuickie 41F

10/12/2006 9:37 pm

mmmmmmm this is trying to or reaching your goals,but in reality to scared to take them.not sure,but when i read this to me your reaching your goals in life but running from them too.not knowing where they get you.ty

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