Stifle me

You stifle my senses, my being, my thoughts, my art.

Your overwhelming need to love me, and protect me. 

Your touch is all I need to forget; forget the world, forget myself. I lose myself to you.

My words falter, my tongue is tied, my heart aches to scream the words that want to escape my lungs.

Sacrifices must be made to keep the special bond between us unbroken. Sacrifices from me. 

Official.

April 1st.

I love the time we spend together. Holding hands down the street. Cuddling throughout a movie.
I'm glad you enjoy being in my presence as much as I enjoy being in yours.
I don't want to hasten what we have together, but my mind can't help but race.

What's stopping us from being 'official'? Oh, how I hate that term in this context. For what defines officiality? We've met each other's friends. We spend many nights and morning in each other's arms. We;re constantly in each other's thoughts.

So what is stopping us? Are we still building trust? I trust easy. That is just how I am. How long must I wait for you to trust me? What can I do to solidify this status? You once said 'We're a team. We work on our problems together.' If this is so, then why do I feel alone in the sentiment?


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D and I are together. Officially.

My walls.

March 31.

How is it that you've infected me so easily? My thoughts, my dreams.

The walls I've built; I was certain they would keep you at bay until I was ready. And yet with your touch, your breath on the back of my neck, the walls whither and crumble. You walk right into my space unfazed by what you've just done.

You've done this to me, but I don't know what affect I have on you.
Do thoughts of me or us ever linger?
Have I been welcome to roam the vastness of your thoughts?

Maybe love?

March 30.

When situations don't go out way or how we've planned, I know we'll do fine.
The messes I get you into, we work through it hand in hand. You smile at me and I feel like everything will be alright.
It feels great to with you.
Although, I can't seem to breathe at time because my heart is always skipping beats.
I fall over my own words even before they leave my mouth. I fall over my own two feet and forget where I've placed my hands.

I must have fallen hard.
Dove right into you.
Maybe fallen in love?

Not love, right?

March 27.

With a permanent smile on my face that only you can give, it's easy to see why many think I love you.
It's true; I've never been this happy. Never fallen this fast. Never met someone quite like you before.
I love being in your company and being the centre of your focus for that time. I love the way you make me feel when you caress my skin and hold me close. I love how we just fit together without the need of trying.
But to say that I'm in love with you, that's a different story.
I may or may not. It's too soon to say. From experience, I fall fast but it takes a great time to know that I've fallen in love.
When I know not only in my heart but in my mind as well, then I will share this feelign with you. But I am hesitant. Our talks about love are short and I've been told not to expect you to repeat these words anytime soon. But then I think I say, "I don't love you, right?"

Smile at me again.

When you look at me and smile, it's as id the whole world stands still for our moment.
The moment when my chest tightens, butterflies flutter, my knees buckle and my mind starts to stutter.
All of these seem unpleasant to go through, but I would do it again for the rest of my life.
For you to see just only me and the stand still for our moment.
Our ever growing attraction for each other.

Enter D.

March 10th, 2011

A decent fellow. Chivalrous. Gentleman. My ecstasy.

When your eyes fall on me, I feel like clay. Mold-able, shapeless. Shape me to what you want. I'm here for your pleasure. Leisure. Our satisfaction.

I want you more. Your touch, your kiss, your attention. All of you.

I'm doing it again. Hard and fast. Falling. Falling hard and fast.

Grade Twelve. No more.

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep By Mary E. Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow, 

I am the diamond glints of snow, 

I am the sunlight on ripened grain, 

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night. 

Do not stand at me grave and cry, 

I am not there I did not die.

'Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep' is a poem about the beauty that can be found in death. I chose to write my poem on death as well, and the obvious truth about it.

No More by Rhea Salinas

Slipping out of consciousness. 

*What a feeling of absolute bliss*

No more phobia, no more fear, 

No more evil left to hear. 

No more pain, no more sorrow, 

Nothing but an endless tomorrow.

Though there be no more strife, 

There is also a loss of life. 

No more joy, no more glee,

No more chances to be happy. 

No more thinking, 

No need for reasoning.

No more gladness, no more fun.

Your life is finished. Over. Done. 

Grade Ten? You're There

I can't recall why, but I had made a poem as a prayer for religion class.


Today I pray to You, Lord,
I praise God in Your name.
I know when things go wrong, Lord,
You're not the one to blame.

I know when I'm in need, Lord,
I can come to You
Because I know You're there listening
And telling me what to do.

When I'm terrified, Lord,
I know that You're near
Because I can feel Your warmth
And you erasing all my fears.

Please, Lord, look after me
As if I were Your own.
You look after me like a parent
Thank you for all the love that You have shown.

Grade Nine. First.

In the silence of my room
I start to think to myself
And what you are to me.
Then my mind started to fill up with plenty of memories.

I went back to the time
When we first met
I will never forget what you said
Your words are still playing in my head.

I went back to the time
Went we first hugged
I rested my head on your shoulder
I wish we could hold each other for a bit longer

I went back to the time
When we first kissed
My heart beating twice as fast
I wanted that special moment to last.

I went back to the time
When we first fought
It went from raised voices to screaming
But the words I said that day had no meaning.

Grade Nine. Regret.

I regret not coming with you
and doing the things that we used to do.

I forgot the feelings of your embrace
and the softness of your face.

So I'm sorry for not tell you sooner
I'm sorry for anything I've ruined.

So I'm tell you this today...
That even if I may forget things at times
I love you all the same.

Grade Eleven. Perfect.

Completely oblivious to my life's meaning.
It seems that ignorance is truly bliss,
Until I saw the flaws within my fantasies;
The horrid truth of my reality.

Perfect friends,
Perfect family,
Perfect love,
Perfect everything.

The visions of a perfect world shattered
The veil of ignorance lifted from my eyes.
I can finally see, yet I feel lost
This world was not what I once thought.

But I should have realized sooner,
Realized how fake my vision was.
I could try to find what is perfect in this world,
But then I would fail.

Fore, there was once a perfect being, but no more.
There are plenty of faults in the people we know.
A perfect life,
It can't be found.

One can tolerate, change, ignore,
But it us never the same.
A perfect life,
It can't be found.

All one can do is hope and have faith.
Live and survive.

Grade Ten. Remember.

I'll always remember the times we shared
Starting with what you said when we first met
I would have not responded had I not dared
We had made memories I can't forget

Light beams always seem to dance around us
Our echoes forever present in time
There wasn't a thing we could not discuss
Your presence made everything so sublime

Now, I miss the sensation of your touch
I'm wanting and needing you more each day
I never thought that I would miss you this much
But now I'm all alone, to my dismay

I'm now alone to face the storms of life,
To face the wind and rain, disease and strife.

Grade Nine. Say it.

When you say you love me,
Is it coming form your heart?

When you say we'll always be together,
Will our love ever fall apart?

When you say you'll hold me tight,
Will you ever let me go?

When you say 'How was your day?',
D you really care to know?

When you say 'I'm always thinking about you",
Are you really thinking of my?

When you say I bring you true happiness,
Are you really filled with glee?

When you say that you always dream of me,
Are you sure that's me with you?

When you say you want to marry me,
Is that really what you want to do?

When you say you want to grow old together,
Do you really want that to be your destiny?

You say you want us to live happily ever after,
Or is that just a silly fantasy?

There are plenty of things that I do doubt,
Especially of what you say
And until you speak from your soul,
That doubt will be here to stay.

Grade Eight. Heart

Heart
Vital, Red
Never Stops Beating
Showing All My Love
Fragile

Grade Eight. Music

I was just a solo
Together we are a harmony
We made beautiful music
We are a symphony

Grade Eight. Dedication.

I'm dedicating this to my beloved mom,
Who has long since past away,
A caring mother is what she once portrayed.
But for sure I she's there
Always watching over me
I wish she was here, but it wasn't meant to be.
 Since the time she was gone, I've always had an empty hold in my heart.
Being at her funeral just tore me apart.
I started writing poems as a way to show my grief.
I still continue to write them today
Hoping I'll be a great poet someday.
I know my mother would encourage me to pursue my dreams.

I hope she'll be proud od what I've become,
Standing FIrm,
For what I believe in.
And receiving what I've earned.

- Rhea

Found. My Grade Eight Poetry Book.

I just found my eighth grade poetry book. I don't think its too bad. The next series of post shall be of those poems.

Found.

A letter from G that he hid in my notebook for me to find.

Rhea,

Hey cutie, thanks for having me last night, it's always a pleasure to be near you. I'm glad you had a good time last night, those needs for you to be with a sociable mare are, I hope, being fulfilled! =)

Have a great day at work. I think that your kisses will stick with me through the day. I want to cook you some dinner at some point this week. Let me know what you want on the menu and it's yours.

These past few weeks have been wonderful, and I can't wait to get some good, old-fashion prime time to hang with you again.

You. Are. Fantastic.

Sincerely,
G.

Again.

Oct 23,

Why is it that when I'm getting myself back on track again, you make a grand reappearance?

I have missed you. I did long for you. Your arms to hold me. Your eyes that just see me. YOur lips to make that made and would still make me melt.

I've agreed and opened up the floodgates. You want to see me. You want my attention. I want to only know your motives.