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Euphoria

...panacean touch of a beautiful soul

Loneliness..., undo your fist, Let me go. Euphoria is calling. Like a grabby leopard, Melancholy clasped my senses... Chewing me ceaselessly. Wake me up with your panacean touch, Make me believe it was a nightmare! Let me savour the elixir from your lips,...

Anticipation

The lead-up is almost as fun.

Anticipation The excitement starts weeks away. We discuss the dates of our next encounter. Both our busy lives leave little time to see each other, but we carve out a little slice. Sometimes, it's a big slice. That makes me grin, as the tickets are purcha...

That Special Someone...

what i have waited for....

Faraway and yet so close, a phone call or text message away. The one who makes me laugh, and has me feeling great about myself. While others want to cause tears and pain. They try to grow seeds of nothingness, and attack my self worth. He brings me joy an...

You are my

you are my love

You are my angel You are my queen You are my best friend You are my joy You are my pride You are my soul You are my heart beat You are my light You are the beautiful flower You are my baby girl You complete me you are the breath in my lungs the blood in m...

dancing girl

be your true self...always.

... she dances in the driveway, sun creating a long shadow foretelling the woman to come. the song she sings  would not be considered  appropriate for joyous dancing by all who live here. she sings anyway because it seems right to her... in her joy, in he...

Another day has come to life. The sun has risen into the sky. Do you feel the joy in the air? Do you see the beauty? There are angels in our lives. There are people we fail to recognize. But, for today, let us remember the good, And let us forget the pain...

Know euphoria, know the joy,Play with life as if it was a toy. Watch the sunsets, wait for dawn,Know that someday our lives will be gone.There is no worry, no sorrow in sight,We play in daylight, we play in the night. Childlike jubilance fills up our days...

Rambling rovers we may well beThe world is ours to roam, you seeTo spend our lives in ecstasyEnjoying life so gay and free. That was the map we made beforeTo travel wide from shore to shoreAnd open every secret doorEach hidden path we would explore. The f...

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Fairytale flight

sometimes life does give you a fairytale and a dream

How was I to know When I boarded that big metal bird My happiness would soar on wings that roared Leap of faith that left me breathless and wanting more A weightless rush of joy  I fell down my own rabbit hole Adrenalin kick for sure as I rode dorothy's t...

The yearning never endsThe path is fraught with pain The tenderness is goneWhy do they feel no shame Now let us sing out loudNow open up our heartsNow touch the peace withinAnd we shall mend their souls Across the land we soarWith wings of faith and joyTo...

Loves rapture

crazy way love makes you feel..

What is the feeling inside me So strange This silly smile plastered to my face I am deaf to all but his voice Ringing through my mind like wind through the trees I am struck dumb No words can I utter Just sit in wonder No conscious thought Just a rapturou...

Where My Soul Is Housed Brooding into dawn and the last flexible patchesOf goldenrod, I am singing something even I can’t followWhere motes of light hang over the edge of waterAnd a rose finch has flown away with my dreamsTension in the hush— in the wind-...

V-Sign to the Sunshine, Stripy Socks and Gingas

How does a gloomy grump see joy where there is no joy?

This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes I feel that the world is a graceless place. Well, alright, I always feel that. For me, every day is a task that I cannot look forward to. But there...

How can I reconcile the two? Happiness and the urge to grieve. One is a dream at last come true. One is horrible to believe, By both I was filled with treasure, From both I derived a pure bliss. Meeting one has brought me pleasure. Losing one has brought...