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Affirmation by bfp, literature

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Affirmation

Every time I see you, or hear your voice I fall in love with you all over again... Every time the rain falls and renews the earth, so too is my love given new life... Like clouds that scatter in the wind, forming shapes or memories, creating legends... Like the wild rose, petals wet with dew, lifting it's head into the new day to be warmed by the Sun's golden kiss... Like the waves that come relentlessly crashing on the sand, pulled forward and back by the Moon's tender embrace... Every time our hands or lips or souls brush against one another, my world is changed... High on emotion... You... The heady perfume that lingers in your abs

Train of Thought by bfp, literature

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Train of Thought

The house that crests the iron hill And always shelters jack and jill Produces sounds that permeate The slanting walls that do not wait When heathered shadows dance in time To whispered words that do not rhyme Then tension fuels the fire’s heat And, race begun, the players cheat And two and two, not four, but one, become And higher instincts will succom When base and broken math exert their will.

Untitled by bfp, literature

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Untitled

the wheel of time spins constant ignoring the pleas to slow, in all lives, as one, relationships come... relationships go, that which makes a difference is bounded by the heart, for love is immortal and faith is an art, everything else is bound by earth's time and what seemed forever flits past your prime but the bonding of souls in true friendship and love is strengthended in time from Heaven above.

Eulogy for Justice by bfp, literature

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Eulogy for Justice

A life of hurt and desperation, eternal time of loss, struggling through the dark of night and paying every cost. Before, one day, a great companion, a weeklong passion's bliss, Justice found the light of day, and revelled in his kiss. A life so great, now put to rest. When loving and desire found themselves erased by fate, consumed by devil's fire. Until, at last, before the sunrise, the nighttime labor spent, Justice found her morning star and on to heaven, went.

'Us' and 'Them' by bfp, literature

Our Song by bfp, literature

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Our Song

Her voice quivers as she releases the final word in perfect pitch. And her eyes, gazing deep into mine, penetrating my soul, leave me entirely at her mercy. Torrents of tears flow from those eyes, cascade down her cheeks and fall into nothingness, eternal waters erased from time. Gently, I take her into my arms and leaving worlds behind I lay her softly on our bed—our world, free from pain. My eyes again meet hers and I can neither see nor breathe. In a moment of stillness my heart finds embrace, my soul knows fulfillment; my eyes envision immortal beauty and my spirit becomes enraptured with hers. She lifts her head, I brush her cheek

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Through the Glass by bfp, literature

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Through the Glass

I sit alone, looking through the window. I see a boy burning ants. I wonder if the rays of the sun are being magnified by the window and are slowly burning me alive like the boy's looking glass and his victims... My mind wanders, but returns quickly. Beneath the surface, I see that all of my actions have a damaging potential like the boy's careless murder of innocent after innocent providing a lively afternoon for him... I think back upon all of my decisions. I wonder if I have lived such a hurtful life as he, the boy who has already taught me so much about life and behavior and myself or if I have had any kind of effect

Hard Memories by bfp, literature

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Hard Memories

In a flash, our lives were altered. He took some things away. I never saw him, never heard him, Yet his voice and face are burned into the fabric of my mind. He took her then, and molded her- into things she would have never been. He bent her, and broke her, and made her believe that she had broken herself. I watched as she fell into the trap that he had most perfectly laid. I found her there, entangled, crying, and tried to set her free. Yet she remained confined. She lay there bleeding freely, staining the fairest grass. She pushed and pushed at me assuring me that she was "fine", and they "were God's Will." I suppo

I. The Breath of Life by bfp, literature

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I. The Breath of Life

As your pen glides swiftly across the paper, my eyes turn to your face. The look of astounding interest fills your eyes, while the corners of your mouth gently begin to lift. I look upon my own pen—unmoving, aching to be used—my own face showing signs of confusion and pride. You laugh to yourself. Your smile, quite delightful, is a sorrowful relief of the intensity in your eyes. Picking up the pen, which can no longer be ignored, I look at the blank slate in front of me. Another muffled laugh and the page no longer remains clean. A joyous breath expelled from your lungs and my mind is filled with enough inspiration for a thousand poets,

II. The Cavern by bfp, literature

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II. The Cavern

Your eyelids, drawing light to their tired surface, begin to plea with the God of Night to cast sleep upon them. Nothing within you can hold on any longer, exhaustion is taking over, and your body falls limp into my arms. Your hair fallen gracefully across your face, glimmers in the moonlight as a cool breeze passes over your lips. A faint sound reaches my ears, as your chest continues to rise and fall in rhythm, and as this happens, the beating of my heart sings a soft lullaby into your resting ears. Such a melody can only be heard during the night hours, when the only thing that speaks is the love between us, the love within us, our lov

III. Soul's Fusion by bfp, literature

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III. Soul's Fusion

You look beautiful. The light beaming from the sun above you, glistening from within your eyes nearly blinds me. I am unable to comprehend your splendor. Your face, free of makeup, and your hair brought back gently and naturally, make me glad to be alive. Even a quick sighting of your loveliness frees my soul. You have always been beautiful to me, never has there been a moment that you looked any less than exquisite. But, since I've returned to the shelter of your love, nothing I've ever seen is remotely comparable to the majesty of which you now take charge. You've changed, in ways beyond understanding. I, too, am much different tha

IV. The Sixth Day by bfp, literature

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IV. The Sixth Day

I hear the sound I have created, and remember life before it: my mind frozen in a time of doubt, my entire existence merely an imitation. An imitation of what I wished I could be, a mockery of those who possessed such traits genuinely. My soul is coasting along the winds of a silent breeze, but my heart is sitting on quicksand. This is what I was before this song. This creation has allowed for my soul to soar beyond imagination and my heart to follow! My mind, no longer stuck in the limitless despair, my life has found its truth. The lullaby, the eternal harmonies, and the tangibility of the tones overcome me. I am no longer the one facing

V. In Shaddow by bfp, literature

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V. In Shaddow

I need your presence, to help me. Without it, I have no comfort or guidance. All that there is as a reference point is the light from your eyes, the bright love radiating from within you. All else is darkness. Without you, I am looking at my reflection in false mirrors. Mirrors of the funhouse, the nuthouse, mirrors that are not there. You are the only true reflection of myself, and when I am not with you, nothing can protect me from the distorted images I see upon the iridescent surfaces of these fallacious mirrors. Tonight, could be disastrous, more so even than the rest of such nights. Tonight I need your guiding light more than

VI. Ethereal Flourishing by bfp, literature

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VI. Ethereal Flourishing

The warmth of our love soothes my tired soul. The rapture of your arms clears my mind and fills my heart. The parting of our lips not only draws me farther in, but also makes even more desperate my need to be with you. I found necessity this morning, unbearably forceful. Never before have I felt such pain so intensely for so long, just from merely being out of your arms. This pain is more than I am able to bear, but I endure even so. This love that we not only share and enjoy but have made to be our lives, is so great that to breathe without you near me is suffocation. To live without you in my arms, is death. Merely… what a strange w

VII. The Water's Fine by bfp, literature

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VII. The Water's Fine

As I look upon you, now, your cloudless blue eyes calm as the windless sea, the green faded, only to be seen in the deepest part of these oceans. There is no tempest in sight, only perhaps a quiet breeze in the distance. From the shore, you look as patient and calm as the sunset, yet when I dive into your waters, the invisible waves take me under. Trapped, now, by your thunderous waters, I cannot escape. As I approach my threshold, your waters calm, a fountain raises me up, and saves me. No longer shall I fear the waters of love. Never again shall my heart drown, because of false appearances. Now, I understand that until you dive in, you

VIII. Colors from the Darkness by bfp, literature

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VIII. Colors from the Darkness

Darkness has fallen over my eyes, yet peace will not come—the empty room, void of light yet full of silent noises, keeps my mind firmly pressed against the giant stone. The palpable darkness, unbearably heavy upon my chest, and the noises that go completely unheard as they blare across the room disturb my body more and more with each of my strained breaths. Nothing in my life is so rigid and cold as the walls of this mind, nor anything as unforgiving of myself as this heart (if one could call it that) that beats within my chest. There was a time when there was no solace from this dim universe of self-loathing. This time is just thirteen m

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The Child by ladyjazz, literature

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The Child

sometimes she smiles when she sleeps sometimes she shakes sometimes she weeps but nothing ever is for keeps so let the child play and all she wants is all you've got and all you're worth and all you're not but what she wants cannot be bought so let the child take you are the wings that make her fly the epitaph the day she'll die though you can't reach her she'll say 'try' so let the child dream and hold her close to numb the sting she'll make you happy make you sing but if she's not your everything then let the child run

Progress by ladyjazz, literature

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Progress

find me at the farthest swingset hear the echoed laughter call so I can teach you how to fly and you can teach me not to fall it's forwards, backwards, higher, lower, swinging fast to dodge the hurt if i won't make you fly too far don't let my feet drag in the dirt we'll skin our elbows and our knees uncaring of the future scars and while I heed the ground below us you can stare up at the stars for someday we'll be far too high to hit the ground or fear the sting then we'll live rightly in the sky while teaching others how to swing

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Answers by bfp, literature

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Do you know my heart, the longing it cannot escape? (Yes... I know it well) Do you feel my soul, reaching for you with hands of love? (Yes... I feel its touch) Do you see my eyes, how pale they are when you're not here? (Yes... I see their pain) Do you hear my thoughts, lingering upon your beauty? (Yes, I hear them all) Do you taste my regret, having left so many things unsaid? (Yes... Can you

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Current Residence: Salt Lake City, Utah
Personal Quote: Reach high, for the stars lie hidden in your soul; dream deep, for every dream preceeds the goal.

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Feb 29, 2012

Transitions

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Change in the past, change in the future, and change when I change. Too much change. Too many transitions. Living in the moment is easy when the moment here, Living for the future sucks when the future is fear. Support and love, expired seasons Drink the kool-aid, eat your reasons Need to find the next land mine and then decide... disarm? or fall upon it.

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Nov 3, 2009

big gift - little box

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The other day someone said something to me. It was said casually, as if it were obvious, but it stopped me dead in my tracks. I didn't even know how much I was being negatively controlled by a few of my issues until a single phrase allowed me to start shucking off the chains of servitude cast upon my wrists by the evil master (myself). They still don't know that what they said created such a deeply positive experience for me, nor that I have the sorts of issues that I do, but they facilitated a bit of a breakthrough for me. Ever since then I haven't hardly been able to keep my mind off of how far reaching the impact of this event could be...

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Jan 17, 2008

newness

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Been really busy lately, between working at the University, the new addition of doing graphic/web design as well as software development for clients of my new business, trying to get in shape, research projects, and all of the other time demands I'm actually neglecting as much as possible... busier than I've been in a long long time... since college. On that note, I don't know that I've told you fine people here that I decided to dump biology and chemistry (unfortunately not until I finished my "fancy" [read: expensive/ private school] degree).  I love doing research, but I just finally came to a point where I couldn't stand sitting in the l

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Ranna

Jan 6, 2007

Hey! Guess what I'm working on right now! The song you asked me about forever ago

It's OK, you don't have to believe me. I barely believe it myself. Sorry it's taken so long. I hope to get it to you before the month is out (or at least before next year). Thanks for being so patient! ^_^