NightMistress21

The ripping of peace from the soul occurs more when you tie your love into other human beings. It literally leaves a wound seeping with the senseless toll of emotions coming and going like blood from a vein. It pulsates and radiates to everything around you. As emotion takes over everything in your life as a whole, it leaves you so deep into your pain that you feel alone and empty and void of feeling. It literally is a black hole that envelopes you.

What is left inside of you when the darkness consumes the light? leaving a dead and hollow abyss to cool the flames.. smoldering leaving only embers. The tiredness and exasperation of the travesties of the world and human flaw and imperfection It dims the beacon of the good in universe. Dousing the flame inside of us. One by one.

Tread lightly on the water, still as a pane of glass. Your reflection will not catch you; for though whole, is broken and past. Trusting the you of yesterday is something you cannot do. For on the morn of the next tomorrow, you are no longer the same you. I fear for the dawn of the day when all stands still and cold. I will not except the flaws and mistakes, made by the me of old. I open my eyes to the future, every day in the early sunrise. He is the morning star; my ever joy, my little bundle of surprise. For him I am better for every second that goes by, Every moment I live away from him, is a moment that I feel I die. Those little ha

No leaves left on the trees. No green in the world today. The first snow fall lets us know winter is on the way. The dreariness seems to go on and on, I can't seem to find the energy of fall it is gone. No more bright colors, of yellows,browns and reds Just the light sprinkle of white flakes as they fall upon our heads. Once the magic of winter is here things will look up, But for right now I will sit here and console myself, in my coffee cup.

You look at me with those eyes as deep as a summers sky. In my soul, I feel you. You make my heart race a thousand beats for every breath. Do you know if you are true? My smile lingers on your lips, radiant almost sparkling. I listen to your voice laugh, it warms through and through. this life we have had together has been a journey to there and back. If we could, there would be some mistakes to undo. We went there once and now we have found that life was sure back at the bend, I will go there and back a million times for you.

Glances, chances, glances, chances. Life goes on with its own romances. We glide through, zoom and dart From place to place and heart to heart. Wounds are healed with time, or so they say. Life would not want it any other way. Glances, Chances, Glances, Chances. Life gives us our new romances. Do we take joy in the songs of birds? For our songs are always heard. I see my troubles washed to the shore. My heart is free, it hurts no more. Glances, Chances, Glances, Chances. Love is us choosing our own romances.

Streets speak with pitter-patter of rain on the sidewalk. Thunder roars around the steel of the sky scrapers next door. The streets lights sparkle, animated and bright as if they could talk. The cars whiz and beep as traffic moves, fast always wanting more. Jazz whines from a clubhouse down the mile, People of all shapes and sizes come in and out, all with a smile. The charm of the city life, never tires or sleeps. It goes on fast paced, hustle bustle as energy comes from someplace deep. The fancy piano men, the flash of the dancers The grim and muck of the life could go on for hours. The charm of the city life, never tires or sleep

I look into the looking glass... What do I see? I see a world left behind the image of me. does this have some further meaning? Some further thought I wonder the more I contemplate that view the more I see past yonder. I see the trees and the green of the hills. The rolling tides and cliffs of the sea. I look into the looking glass, and all of a sudden I see me. I see the wares and tears of life, the challenges left behind I see the eyes that have seen many troubles and left a picture in my mind. I see the joys and laughter of a woman who comes from young to old I see the mysteries and the secrets that she  unknowingly holds. I s

The paths of life take you places you don't expect. Twisting and turning never forsaking the end destination. The wise take these turns in stride, Changing and corrupting, plunging and rising. Day to day the wise realize that life is short, and infinite. the emotions and struggles, the pains and the tears. These are the short moments that we tend to want to forget, Slipping into nothingness as we remember. The laughs and memories of warmth and friends, stay through the hard and difficult times, cheering us on from our own subconciousness, guiding us as a light to the finish line as we pull ourselves from the pit. The wise grow with t