How I Feel In Poetry, SOME HAPPY OR SAD

I can feel it on the side of my face. A cold wet drop of salt ready to slowly slide down the skin of my cheek. At the moment I lay there, I don't remove it I wait. It tickles me as it sits, then slowly very slowly begins to move. Finally a steady path to my chin and it lands on my pillow. I yawn and... Sign in to see full entry.

My heart pitter patters since he is gone. For awhile. Im so happy, excited and free! This is me this is my sweet, inasane style! ~winks~ I need my space, but not with to much lace. I dont have the special grace that you wont and need from a women or lady. But my heart is pitter pattering with you... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunshine streams through the woooden blinds in the kitchen. Oh how the ground glissen with so many uniques creations from the sky above. Its wonderful. Soft beauty which looks sharp like dimond dust. This unsweetened wonder can land on your toung and be swallowed with the happy chill twinkle down... Sign in to see full entry.

I love you. Do you love me? Your kiss spin me around like music to my heart and soul. My eyes close quietly as I fall into your warm and safe imbrace. I dont feel uncomfrotable talking to you for hours. Its as if we have known each other for years. Sign in to see full entry.

They both take a breath, watching white puffs excap from their pink lips. The ground beneth their booted feets is shimmering crystal slivers. Rainbows a peer and glow, twinkling like stars falling from the ground. The sound of winter birds is heard from tree to tree, they swoosh around the crisp... Sign in to see full entry.

Her eyes wander here and then there. Her long eyes lashes batter under her clean glasses. She sees him watching her, she nibbles on her lower lip, flips her hair. Her long eye lashes close in a wink, she smile and he blushs. Shes satisfied. She dosnt know his name or who he is. The only fact is he... Sign in to see full entry.

What a stink, oh what a smell. Please just one kiss, no one will tell. Oh well. Its not really trash, just looks that way. Maybe soon that trash will be a on a wednesday. Sign in to see full entry.

I know what I want to say. I can see it in my head like a movie. But nothing happens, my pencil draws a doddle. I rewrite old, making them knew. But the knew I want to write isnt down black on a white paper. Its in my mind like a flash back of memories. Sign in to see full entry.

One More Time I'll listen to yours words and keep my fingers crossed. One More Time I'll hope things will change once again, this has been your third chance, please dont give it a toss. One More Time I'll say it again. This has been your third chance. Sign in to see full entry.

Once upon a time there lived a young girl at the age of 17. She met a handsome man who was 24 and she fell in love with his coucky smile and handsome ways. As time went on as they courted, he treaed her meanly. She pushed this pain down and took his word that he was sorry and he would change. More... Sign in to see full entry.