Ooh, look at the kitty...


My heart, my love, my tearsWhen there's nowhere to go No one who cares You're the one I turn to To chase away my fearsMy heart, my love, my tears
I love the way you hold me My head upon your chest I love your hand in my hair Smoothing away my pain
Sometimes I can't believe That I deserve your love You are my everything You are my rock
Thank you for being there For everything that you are I love you with all my soul My heart, my love, my tears


I WonderDo you ever look back on events in your life and wonder at how they've made you who you are today? Have you ever wondered about simple things and the ramifications of changing them? Do you ever think that a simple decision today which is meaningless now may be the difference between life and death tomorrow?I Wonder
When I was very young my mother got into a car accident. We'd been living in a small apartment above a pizza place in Glens Falls. Just mom and I, single mother and daughter. On her way home from work, a semi jack-knifed and came right for her. She swerved and m


My Perfect MateMore than an involvement you are my friend More than my friend you are my mentor More than a teacher you are my studentMy Perfect Mate
We learn and grow from one another Learning and teaching caring and loving We share our lives and share our souls
My husband and lover my friend and confidante You are more than a man you are everything My perfect mate for this life and more


Spirit BrotherMemories floating back through years of tears and pain Before all the heartbreak two young happy kidsSpirit Brother
Racing up the alley searching for bike parts with a magnet on a string do you remember?
I would make you play Barbie but always let you be Ken You always killed him off to excape the girlie game
And our own unique games were always quite 'queer' Things like 'toilet' and 'train' that earned us funny looks
The kiddie house was always best until the hornets built their nest we'd try to lock each other in o


Perfect FitThe first maniacal buzz of the alarm clock yanked her rudely from the quiet warmth of slumber, and she turned with a groan to hit the snooze button. As her fingers brushed cool plastic, however, she remembered what day it was, and the jolt following the realization was enough to rattle her sleep-numbed mind.Perfect Fit
She fell off the bed with a muffled thump, muttering curses that could not dampen the rising jubilance ballooning in her heart and spreading rampantly through her limbs. The usual ritual of sifting through haphazard piles of clothes was bypassed, as the room was entirely spotless.


WorshipWorshipWorship
I walked a narrow line of thought between the poplar trees the gravel path by which my house was waiting for me
the sun was dipping low and in the lawn, beside my window I saw a faerie circle gathered like an altar, where the rain had cried. the tears upon that grass have dried and lifted like a prayer, to which the grass is listening
patiently, it offers penance
I walked a narrow line of thought within a church of trees the branches as my rafters I am baptized by the breeze and distantly are voices
anxiou
i really appreciate it
how are you doing?
happy easter
Carsten
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hello...
thanks for your love in the forum
good to know there are people like you around
all the best from germany to upstate NY
Carsten
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Love, apathy, contempt and poetry.
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