Today lets watch the clouds go by,
slip under the suns radar
and fall into the sky…
How do I say these words?
They have become lost in emotions
and the fearful subtleties
that I can’t get past
I search in your eyes
for meanings that I can not fathom,
for things that I can not hold on to…
I’ve tried it too many times.
Would I be lying to myself
Holding back truths,
if I said I’m not sure if I’m in this
cause I don’t know if you’re in this?
Well are you?
When all I want is to be in your arms,
and is that so wrong?
I want your eyes to whisper love songs to my soul
and breath life into this!
I barely know you,
except for what I see,
and I can’t judge by your hesitant movements
and secret messages
laced with ideals of maybes…
I’m lost in how to do this
Author notes
So I'm back...well for now. Been suffering from some major writer's block and lack of time to just sit and write. Hopefully that will soon end. January is my muse's month...so hopefully she will come visitin' soon 
I'm not sure where this one came from....
But Enjoy!
Written December 2nd, 2004
What did you think
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In time we learn that many people on whom we trust ae only a shimmering of what we believed and expected. But now and than there's a golden soul between them and that makes living worthfull. Sometimes writerblocks do disappear
but sometimes they also come back. Have a lucky and healty new year 
Wim
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Welcome back
This is a brilliant poem Asks the fundamental question do we really know how to live or how to love? I sure haven't got a clue. I love the directness of the question "Well are you" You would be a good person to know. Thank you. -
Your emotions paint a very deep and passionate picture
Onto the page of above, Of not knowing what love is feeling for you but in return what you are feeling for
It, You deserve a lot aplauds on this thank you for sharing your work with all of us here on ap and allowing me to read and comment on your work rob.. -
"I barely know you,
except for what I see,
and I can’t judge by your hesitant movements
and secret messages
laced with ideals of maybes…"
I Like this a lot...Mostly because I can relate to it best, but i think it's what a lot of people feel. People feel lost and confused and frustrated when they don't feel they know a person. It's really hard to understand people...We're weird animals...
Sorry for my ramble...
Good write. Lots of feelings.
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I have news for you gal, muse has already arrived and it's not January yet
This write is beautiful-It has some absolutely amazing lines in it ,so just "purrrfecto"'I want your eyes to whisper love songs to my soul'-'secret messages
laced with ideals of maybes'-'Today lets watch the clouds go by,
slip under the suns radar and fall into the sky…'-cold not be a more perfect begining
- loved all of it
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My dear Zan.
How true this holds to me as right now I'm oh so wishing the same things. Funny how similar things happen to close friends at the same time. At least we have each other to count on in case some members of the opposite sex flake out on us.
Very good write by the way! I don't really know how to be critical seeing as I think all my work stinks. But you know that I love all of your stuff and wish that had even half of your talent. I always look forward to reading more from you!
Much love,
Chele -
This is a great comeback poem. I love it.
~whisper
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i like this...i don't really write too much anymore, i think the best thing i've written in a long time was abandoned or nothingness...haha...it's nice to see you back, very well written btw...keep it up
take care
-Darkness- -
~The wind plays a song for us, on blades of grass as we sit and listen, from senset to daybreak.~
"Today lets watch the clouds go by,
slip under the suns radar
and fall into the sky…"
-I thought that was some beautiful imagery.
"I barely know you,
except for what I see,
and I can’t judge by your hesitant movements
and secret messages
laced with ideals of maybes…"
-Reading someones emotions, feelings, and intentions is a tough task. Searching for truth behind masks can leave our fingernails cluttered with dirt as we dig deeper for it, and we may be dissapointed at what we find. Or we can accept what we see, and beleive, hope perhaps, that we never find out different.
~Hope allows us to trek through the most terrifying unknowns, and reminds us to return safely. Without hope, all is lost.~
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"I’m lost in how to do this"
aren't we all.. aren't we all. -
Daughter dear,
You are too sweet!
thanks -
thats amazing mom!! january is sooo far away *takes out candy* here musy mussy mussy!! c'mon let mom wirte poems!! that was so beautiful i really liked the first stanza.. it just grabbed me... great job! with love toriegirl
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