May I grow old with you

May I take long walks with you under full moons and star lit nights

May I run through the rain with you

May I cuddle with you in front of a roaring fire place while I contently watch you sip your hot cocoa and rain drops run through the tips of your hair

May I grow old with you

May I cover you with warm wool blankets on a dark, cold, cruel winters night

May I make yo chicken soup or lemon grass and cinnamon tea when you're sick and shivering

May I hold your hands when we're driving in the car

May I kiss your lipswhen we're alone so I can draw your warmth to the very depths of my soul

May I whisper love songs in your ears late at night when all distractions are put to rest

May I grow old with you

May I sit on your lap when you're sitting in your rocking chair watching the sun plunge into the hungry crimson sea that awaits it

May I fall asleep in your arms at night so that demons wont let their fingers loose on me

May I tell you how much I love you when we passionately make love

May I may grow old with you..

No you may not lois!!

 

buut its a gorgeous poem :D

ahahah oh you know you want to :o :D ;)

Sing me a song to night

Make this hurt feel all right

Hold me close while you sing

So I can feel you heart beat, your emotions, be close to everything

Kiss on the the every tip of my nose before I close my eyes

Let it rest there and sink beneath into my soul where my all love for you lies

Continue your song as my spirit departs

Dont try follow to prevent the grieve that will break your heart....

u know one of these days am gonna come into ur house and go through ur things and I will find the book from wher ur copying all thses poems :D

only jokin they are luvverly

Hi Dans..

I heard from that guys publisher today..he said that he preferred my recent poetry 1999-2003..which is not alot.

He said that earlier ones arent striking...and the recent ones have alot of imagery and are def. eye-catching blah blah...

So he said that I should take some writing classes to expand the skill, he give a list of about a billiuon poets to read get in contatc with so i could sample their various styles and he wants me to put more my emotions in there....

So he said that if I couldnt writing and improving like I am now..he said that by next spring I could have a decent manuscript....if I put my mind to it...

I dont write about me and I dontlike writing about and he didnt get that..but aleast I have people who believe that I could sell a book and I appreciate that :shrug:

yeah man u could so sell a book

I suppose it is hard writin about personal emotions and stuff I have writtena few really personal ones and they are hard I will email them to ya

I dont like everyone knowing about me through my poems...my folks say that I'm just trying to be mysterious..but I feel that if I dont you know..why the hell should you know how I feel about certain things...and its easy for me to listen to other peole cry and write about it.. :shrug:

 

oh cool...I'll be patiently waiting for your poems

Lois~ I love this!! ;)

 

Sing me a song to night

Make this hurt feel all right

Hold me close while you sing

So I can feel you heart beat, your emotions, be close to everything

Kiss on the the every tip of my nose before I close my eyes

Let it rest there and sink beneath into my soul where my all love for you lies

Continue your song as my spirit departs

Dont try follow to prevent the grieve that will break your heart....

thanks...

I wrote this after haring a piece of acoustic guitar being layed by a firend one mine

I dont like everyone knowing about me through my poems...my folks say that I'm just trying to be mysterious..but I feel that if I dont you know..why the hell should you know how I feel about certain things...and its easy for me to listen to other peole cry and write about it.. :shrug:

 

oh cool...I'll be patiently waiting for your poems

 

I know waht u mean hun

sorry am really lazy I wil post them soon

I understand ..you bumm

Lol!!

:-o

bump

i know what your wanting to say

i see it in your eyes, i gives it all away.

I see the look of a hurt heart.

You would dye for a better day,

than let your little world fall apart.

you want to start over.

but you dont know where to begin.

you look for 4 leaf clovers,

so maybe the luck would hide your sin.

your on a one way street.

your not happy, kindred or kin.

you just dont belong. you dont fit in

 

 

 

 

 

:( i dont know what i put after that. i guess thats it!

I dont like everyone knowing about me through my poems...my folks say that I'm just trying to be mysterious..but I feel that if I dont you know..why the hell should you know how I feel about certain things...and its easy for me to listen to other peole cry and write about it.. :shrug:

 

oh cool...I'll be patiently waiting for your poems

 

thats how i feel about my poems too. i dont like people to read them. i sit in class and one of my friends will walk by and they ask what im doing and im like i dont want you to see! than they give me a dirty look or roll their eyes or just get angry at me and walk away! YEASH!! give me space and privacy!

I liked your poem..It sounds like a cute little song...

well see..its not that I wont let people read my poems.its just that I rarely write about me..in them..how I'm feeling...I dont like opening up myself to everyone..those that I've written about I probably threw away after I got thought that phase..

HELLO all ye poets :-D

hi l wish l was as GOOD a poet :oops: :lol:

Fighting Demons cheek to cheek

Hoping to win the happiness that I seek

If only I could smell victory on its way

Maybe theres hope for one tear free day

I Cant see you smile

For my vision is consumed by hell's fires that blaze evily for miles

My skin is burning up and bruised by the hot coals my bad vibes throw at me

If you you could swept me away and drown me in love's deep forgiving sea

I'm no Joan of Arc so God is NOT with me on this unforgiving journey

I'm all alone..no buddhists prayers tied to trees, no rosary beads and lighted candles are placed at the Virgin Mary's feet, no chicken blood across a doll on the obiah man's drum, nothing

So thorn bird do not sing for, the bird in the cage never really sang, I just got some extra bird seeds, no one came, no one saw, no one conquered

We came, we saw, we corrupted...

That's why I pay now...

i like your poem! Strong meaning

thank you....actually I tried away from what I really wanted towards the ending..I guess I waas running dry...

really?

 

i couldnt tell. :shrug:

ahaha..good.

:)