practical magic

Sometimes I feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there's a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing... I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me. I want to be seen. I don't know. Maybe I had my happiness. I don't want to believe it but, there is no man. Only that moon

.almost.doesn't.count.

I sit here for hours playing the thought of you over and over inside my head,
I write this in tears because I don't know what I did or said,
The thought of you breaks my heart because the clarification isn't there,
Searching for answers within myself seems to get me nowhere,
I try to change my thought process and kinda erase you out of my mind,
They say the pain will subside but the tears constantly fill my eyes,
Falling for someone who doesn't love me seems to be the story of my life,
almost made you love me but the truth of the situation became to surface in time,
I think of all the time I knew you and all the times you made me laugh,
It cures the puncture momentarily then I wish for it back,
You can't make someone love you and you can't make them stay either, I'd hold my breath and ask for an explanation but I'd be sitting here forever,
I never asked to much of you and I thought you were falling to,
I never would have guessed your intentions were untrue,
I long for the morning I wake up and merely remember you existed,
But the thought of you won't go away, so now ill take the pain of the knife through my heart as your silence slowly twists it.
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.sweet.seduction.

I turn the lights down low then I walk toward you sprawled out on our bed,
Lying down beside you I kiss your lips and place one hand on your chest, the other on your head.
One of your hands is gently pushing my chin towards our kiss; the other slightly grips my hip,
The passion intensifies as pull me in close and our hands start to wonder,
You roll over top of me and kiss my collarbone you know what’s going to happen after,
I pull my arms around your neck and wrap my legs around your waist,
You get close to my ear and whisper that you "just wanna taste,
Clothes start coming off and our breathing is beginning to heavy,
I feel your lips kiss my chest down my belly then to a place only you see,
One thing leads to another and I "take you in my mouth" just the same,
Feeling you penetrate soon after makes my lips quiver out your name,
We begin making love and climax awhile after our passion peaks simultaneously,
I lay beside you open my eyes when the passion subsides go to kiss your lips and realize it was just a dream.

flashy.words.by.SHIHAN.the.best.poet.EVER

flashy words make the world turn but it don’t turn right..
say what?
flashy words make the world turn but it don’t turn right..
say what?!
so i use these real eyes to realize the real lies being spoken but not heard
'cause we are more fascinated by that which are fabricated..
say what?!
the iconoclastic tactless tactician aims tongues spits truth words like
wrecking balls bounce off brains 'cause nobody likes to hear what's going on these days,
its like, the truth hurts, and we've been lied to;
a bunch of hollowed minds living on borrowed times,
and nobody likes to hear that and nobody likes to say it either 'cause
lazy angels never carry their wings,
and wingless words do nothing but keep us down,
so this New York poet yells
there is no satisfaction in knowing that your life is one of the saddest fictions ever written.
so take your not so satisfactory life
back to the sadness factory to
be reworked in to, be re written in to, be reconfigured to live right.
open your brain, let your heart go;
the real you's been locked within your rib cage for too long,
and stop trying to hold on to then 'cause that's why it all started.
and at about that same time
he forgot fun, she lost hope, and now we can't find anything.
and i swear to god if i could swear to god,
i’d ask her what the fuck was she thinking when she gave us free will
'cause we done fucked things up
'cause kids don’t play and god don’t pray
'cause its out of her hands now.
see, i've re written the bible after getting over the primal rage
of finding my name disguised within the bible's page,
and people trying to dissect my destiny will find that
words somehow make the world turn but it really doesn’t turn right.
and suddenly the world stops spinning 'cause words weren’t good enough.
so i'll tell you, a blind man once told me the true meaning
of love at 1st sight,
so i closed my eyes and recited this poem
to an audience of 1 and found total gratification and my undivided attention
and when i opened my eyes, i found myself standing before a mirror,
staring into the eyes of an invisible man until my pupils,
became pupils and i can teach myself to live a better life.
words...words.
from a piece of mind, brings peace of mind, all i gotta do is give a piece of mind?
only the words piece together the pieces in me
to create a peace within me.
but shit, they are all pieces.
pieces to a puzzle when which put together is me.
so let me tell you something:
don’t ever do anything you’re not supposed to
and only speak when spoken to
and don’t speak unless you mean.
'cause a good man is hard to find
and a hard man is good to find
and i’m half the man i used to be
and 1/4 the person i should be or could be 'cause
i sacrificed freedom for stardom
after being fucked out of my freedom without a condom
now how dumb was i?
words.
break these words down to the syllables they are
or the silly bulls they represent
and what do i represent?
well its hard to say when my rep resents the fact
that i have to question myself
or each time that question re-presents itself
i can, therefore i am.
and sticks and stone may break your bones
but words will always teach you.

I'm so DAMN tired of hearing that men want a "real woman" but the most natural beauty is overlooked and surpassed what you WANT is a girl covered in makeup with naval rings and lesbian tendencies. A woman that wears a pushup bra to compensate for what she doesn't have, high heels to make her taller and tight clothes that just happen to show her best ASSets, because that's whats SEXy but Id rather be beautiful and rock my Nike's with my comfy jeans and a tank top. No make up or "pushups" to show off what I have to offer because I guarantee you the way i look when you first see me is the way I look all the time.. Beautiful to myself and comfortable in my own skin. Without needing the reassurance of "beauty" that fades when I wash my face. No running mascara or popping red lipstick. My skins naturally soft, cheeks are always pink because of the smile my face holds and eyes that don't need makeup to make them noticeable. the definition of a real woman. my legs aren't toned because I walk in heels and lift weights at the gym. they are toned because i chase a 5 year old around a park and play fetch with my dogs. my breasts aren't big because there fake there big because I've carried and nurtured a child. i spend all day chasing children. soothing minds of my niece's and nephews, camping outback of the house in tents and paddle boating with them. fishing and hiking 6 miles. carrying the weight of the world but being light enough on my feet to know "that this to shall pass". waking up to screaming kids going to work and coming home and doing what i have to do. reading bedtimes stories and cooking full course meals. so before you claim you want a "real woman" understand what REAL means. because anything or anyone else that doesn't have REAL traits are as fake as the eyeshadow she put on to disguise the way she feels about herself..

wish.right.now

*....can*we*pretend*that*airplanes*in*the*night*sky*are*like*shooting*stars*i*could*really*use*a wish*right*now*wish*right*now*wish*right*now....*

i read once that "the truth is hard to swallow, when you're choking on your pride.." i don't remember who said that but i just remember that... it's true...


i've got a knot in my throat and tears in my eyes, because its really getting hard getting out the goodbye.. its hard leaving people behind, that have touched your soul in some way, the crazy thing is i know him but never met him.. i probably sound insane.. but whatever this effect is that he has on me, its just a little to intense. because i should be strong in my own way and he shouldn't affect me like this. how do you change it though, how do you shake it off.. they say we aren't meant to chose what we feel for someone, when we close our eyes.. thats why our winged baby cupid shoots arrows with closed eyes... not knowing where his arrow goes.. or whom it may hit.. he pulls back on that bow and *pow* that is it.. dazed and confused we walk around until we find someone who lights the spark within us.. a moment can change our life and one person can set our souls to bliss.. no matter the situation or the circumstances, we cannot control it. just have to forget our head and follow our heart, you chose not whom you get. cupid, stupid cupid, leave your arrows in there sack, because now I'm wishing for a wish to have the power you have so i can shoot the person you made me care for, back.

.quote.of.the.day.

"Joseph Conrad once wrote: 'Who knows what true happiness is, not the conventional word.. but the naked terror. To the lonely themselves, that wears a mask, the most miserable outcast hugs some memory.. or some illusion.'