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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Dec 24, 2002 15:57:52 GMT -5
Thank you, LovelyDucky! I really appreciate the praise.  stroke of midnight, look at the past you left and kiss the present goodbye... it repeats... why does it feel like we departed more times than we joined at the heart, at the soul, at the lips ever so softly move away for the last time slows, and being in your arms for a moment is the most complete hour of my life is downhill from here, in midair I'm sinking feelings, skin grows cold from lost caresses and touches, if I had known it was ending I would have savored every stroke |
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Dec 26, 2002 21:59:19 GMT -5
The sun had set but our hopes were just rising.
I could taste eternity.
I could hear your smile as the echo of the spinning bike tires grew distant.
Can you still feel that night?
The sky reflected all that we saw,
And your eyes spoke all we need not have said.
Take my hand; we can transform.
Leave her behind; we can transform.
Return to the former shell of you; we can transform.
Feel the night and tell me it's only my imagination...
Look into my eyes.
We.
Can.
Transform.
Repair broken sky.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Dec 27, 2002 17:08:09 GMT -5
Dancing on the edge of infinity
Porcelain eyes staring into the endless
So fragile
Sweetly divine
One moment spent complete
As we spun out of orbit
Glass fingers interlocked
We're so fragile
Afraid to move...
About to break...
Love is walking on eggshells
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Dec 28, 2002 18:53:30 GMT -5
I believe in...
Young love and first kisses
Holding stars in the palm of your hand
Breaking molds, second chances
Smiles that hold endless conversations
Awkward silence and clumsy fingers
Staring at perfect ceilings
Racing heartbeats, half closed eyes
I believe in tomorrow.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Dec 30, 2002 1:05:21 GMT -5
ahead the future is blank stares and cold glances pierce me in a place only you can reach for the stars, and reach for nothing will change this, for I am untouchable, fleeting, you didn't even try fear, attempt regret, but nevertheless, you will never be the same hands, same face, same wide eyes, but if you pass me stranger, it's hard to know you're there is nothing to turn you around the world, I watch you die, and all I can do is look ahead
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jan 17, 2003 22:31:19 GMT -5
I dreamt we were under the covers,
Savoring shelter where time stood still.
We watched the stars rise,
We watched the sun set,
We viewed our own death,
And never, ever fell like the leaves.
Autumn left, winter chilled all it touched with icy fingers.
But beneath the blankets summer was roaring.
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Post by Stepharoola on Jan 18, 2003 1:46:29 GMT -5
You are extremely talented, Lisa. |
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jan 18, 2003 21:59:08 GMT -5
^^Thank you! I always love compliments. I shouldn't have put my heart in it all. I shouldn't have exposed my soul for the world to see. But I did. And I would again. I never thought it would end this way. But it did. And I'm scared. What now? |
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Post by Stepharoola on Jan 22, 2003 23:20:14 GMT -5
Like I said, you are really talented. |
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Post by Gabster on Jan 24, 2003 0:21:30 GMT -5
I shouldn't have put my heart in it all.
I shouldn't have exposed my soul for the world to see.
But I did.
And I would again.
I never thought it would end this way.
But it did.
And I'm scared.
What now? Wow...that's just amazing. So simple, so true...I've said this probably 57897583725 times before (hehe  , but you have an incredible talent. I love your stuff. Definitely keep writing, Lisa.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jan 25, 2003 20:51:18 GMT -5
^^^Thanks. You give a lot of praise, but it never gets old. It makes me so happy to know someone else can relate to my work. Hope you like this next one too.
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Sitting in a corner, quivering.
Maybe if I shiver long enough the fear will slip away.
Where one question is answered another appears.
It all comes down to this:
If we never had potential, it wouldn't hurt this much.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Jan 29, 2003 20:38:03 GMT -5
Now the tears fall harder and my hands grow colder. If only I could find the words to tell you my soul has pulled apart. My heart is ripping at the seams and as time passes, I only fade away. I want to feel your heartbeat again, I need to know you're alive, as two scared bodies lie as one. Gentle touches, awkward kisses. Wretched sobs, lost glances. I dreamt last night everything was right again. You said you loved me more than ever.
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Post by Stepharoola on Jan 29, 2003 21:00:27 GMT -5
Sitting in a corner, quivering. Maybe if I shiver long enough the fear will slip away. Where one question is answered another appears. It all comes down to this: If we never had potential, it wouldn't hurt this much.I like that one. I can really relate. |
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Feb 1, 2003 23:38:19 GMT -5
Maybe today will be the day I stop feeling sorry for myself.
I hope you fall in love.
I hope you get married.
I hope you drive home at night to a white picket fence.
I wish you all the happyness a 9 to 5 job can buy.
May your smile last like the figure atop your wedding cake.
When you hold her, remember back.
Back to the first girl who gave you those butterflies,
Back to the first girl who pressed herself against you,
And showed you just how beautiful two people can be.
Maybe tomorrow will be the day I stop feeling sorry for myself.
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Post by LisaRocksYourWorld, yo on Feb 3, 2003 15:19:20 GMT -5
You're too indecisive, and sometimes I wonder if the flowers I saw were not flowers at all, but rather processed plastic illusions. Later I realized it must have been real, for silk roses are always in bloom, but authentic petals crumble under the slightest frost. Chill me for good this time...
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, but you have an incredible talent. I love your stuff. Definitely keep writing, Lisa.