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  1. #31
    Senior Member Saslou's Avatar
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    That is all i need to post .. It says more than a million words .. To the one who is meant to receive it .. You will not need anything else as you have already captured my heart.

    Sent with sincere love and gratitude.
    “I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.”
    ― Georgia O'Keeffe

  2. #32
    Junior Member shadowself17's Avatar
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    Bleh, romance. Oh well, it has it's place in the world... :P

    I'll even contribute...

    "I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
    In our eyes are mirror images and when
    We kiss they're perfectly aligned
    And I have to speculate that God himself
    Did make us into corresponding shapes like
    Puzzle pieces from the clay
    And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
    Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
    Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
    When you are out there on the road for
    Several weeks of shows and when you scan
    The radio, I hope this song will guide you home

    They will see us waving from such great
    Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
    But everything looks perfect from far away,
    'come down now,' but we'll stay...

    I tried my best to leave this all on your
    Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
    Thin upon listening
    And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
    The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
    The windows down when this is guiding you home"

    -"Such Great Heights", The Postal Service

    The theme song of my first relationship, heh...
    "I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people." - John Lennon

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    Feelin' FiNe speculative's Avatar
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    Here is a poem I wrote long ago; hope you enjoy it a bit:

    Summer Steals

    Thick as thieves, green summer leaves
    Catch the bright sunbeams like sieves
    Birds that chirp and build their nest;
    Scatter song from within their breast
    While cotton floats down to the ground
    So running squirrels make not a sound.

    And all the rays, that lazy lay
    Upon my brow, in hot mid-day
    Cannot recall your summers glow
    They melt away, for they dont know
    The beauty of the world they hold
    A single second grows them cold.

    But I remain, your warmths refrain
    Into that light Ill go again
    To lie upon the lily pads
    And butterflies, in our hearts clad
    That flew away, into neverland
    Whenever your heart took my hand.
    "How can I be, all I want to be,
    When all I want to do is strip away these stilled constraints
    And crush this charade, shred this sad, masquerade"

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    Senior Member TopherRed's Avatar
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    2w3 so/sx

    Default Bonfire Part 1

    I met her on a summer's night, passed the bonfire, bright smile in the light. I could have said a thousand things, in mustering all my might, but with knowing in my heart, and with confidence, my chest tight; I reached out a long arm, and put her to the test. "My name is Fuzz," said I, "I've heard a lot about you Tess...would you care for a piece of pie?" She smirked, and looked to the ground, "Are you the man who speaks so profound? I've read your speech on Winter's vale, about the cold, huddled masses, and the harsh winter's gale. You make me cry, you Fuzzy guy. If people would just try, then nobody else would die. She started to sniffle and quietly sob, standing hunched, I brought her close gently, but I felt like a slob. The emotion was real--I'd heard about her, how she'd give her own jacket, her gloves, and her shirt...

    ...I shook the thought away, what a bastard am I, to think of such things while the homeless there die. Here is she, pure hearted in truth, and there it was, my mind so uncooth. She stopped her wimper and her eyes glistened, "You can do this Fuzzy, to you they will listen. And surely now I've made fool of myself," she gathered her things "I must go...someplace else."

    I called out "Tess, wait it's okay," I wanted to ask her for coffee next day. But that quick girl, she was faster than me, and her car took flight, up the hill, past the tree. I could see taillights no more, and I could hear the flame whisper; it'd grown quiet outside...I wish I could kiss her.

    My conscience grew, and I banged my head on a wall...

    More to come...
    Love is the point.

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    Black Magic Buzzard Kra's Avatar
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    This song brought a tear to even this jaded INTJ's eye the first time I heard it.

    It's an old folk-song, written by Ewan MacColl. But nobody does it justice like the man in black.

    I don't normally listen to country-western, but Johnny kind of transcends that genre barrier.
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    Ghost Monkey Soul Vizconde's Avatar
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    I can write the saddest lines tonight.

    Write for example: The night is fractured
    and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance

    The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
    I can write the saddest lines tonight.
    I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

    On nights like these I held her in my arms.
    I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

    She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
    How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

    I can write the saddest lines tonight.
    To think I dont have her, to feel I have lost her.

    Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
    Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

    What does it matter that I couldnt keep her.
    The night is fractured and she is not with me.

    That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
    my soul is not content to have lost her.

    As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
    My heart looks for her: she is not with me

    The same night whitens, in the same branches.
    We, from that time, we are not the same.

    I dont love her, thats certain, but how I loved her.
    My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

    Anothers kisses on her, like my kisses.
    Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

    I dont love her, thats certain, but perhaps I love her.
    Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

    Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
    my soul is not content to have lost her.

    Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
    and these are the last lines I will write for her.

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    Nickle Iron Silicone Charmed Justice's Avatar
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    YouTube - Andy Williams - Moon River

    YouTube - Bliss - "Kissing"

    YouTube - Good Company I learned to play this song on the piano by ear in elementary for a boy I liked. I think it counts as romantic.
    There is a thinking stuff from which all things are made, and which, in its original state, permeates, penetrates, and fills the interspaces of the universe.

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    Member Curious1's Avatar
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kra View Post

    This song brought a tear to even this jaded INTJ's eye the first time I heard it.

    It's an old folk-song, written by Ewan MacColl. But nobody does it justice like the man in black.

    I don't normally listen to country-western, but Johnny kind of transcends that genre barrier.
    Thanks for sharing! I love Johnny Cash but hadn't heard this one before.

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    [YOUTUBE="oSqIgPu0QIY"]Neil Young - Old Man[/YOUTUBE]

  10. #40


    I had someone see me, like really see me, care for it.

    And though it was for a moment, and I wasn't ready for it at the time, it was everything I never knew I needed. Just knowing something exists, is enough to inspire you for a lifetime.

    It changed my life in ways I could never write out, but I will always respect this person.

    For being who he was when he was.

    Nothing more or less.

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