I began writing when I was 15 as a way to cope with life. It is hard to believe I have been writing for 18 plus years of my life. As I have matured, my writing matured as well. I absolutely love for words to spill from my mind to paper. I have not shared many of my poems. My life has not been easy, but I remain positive that all will be fine no matter how tough life gets.I enjoy writing about nature,
love, loss, and dreams.
Tonight as you kiss up and down my body,
I am screaming out in exstacy, loudly.
I can see the stars in my eyes; you hold me so tightly.
I am weak in your arms strongly yet gently you protect me.
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I remember those days when you use to lay your head upon my breasts and fall asleep on me as i gently rubbed your head.
That is something that takes away my breath.
I remember those days when you use to show up at my drive and knock on my door with a smile on your face mischief in your eyes and ask if I wanted to go outside, to go for a ride.
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What happened tonight?
Did I wake up
From a deep sleep?
Maybe I did!
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Accidentally charged yet often reserved
Small shapes on paper make big words.
Silent yet presently seen
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I am standing in the light again
no longer in the darkness
The beautiful colors so far away
so long since I laid my eyes upon them.
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