Love Letters

[Rougestrega]

I want Love Letters. :heart:
Letters written to the love of or in your life.
Real, imagined, unrequited or otherwise.
The letters can be sappy or sad, funny or full of angst.
Wish you were here or so glad you are gone letters
Hello, Good-Bye or "Honey I miss you so much" type of letters.*kiss*


Rouge

[Kamikaze]

Prince Charming died and now replaced,
By the shadow that is me.
Come take my hand, fairest maiden of all,
I'll set your lonely heart free.

I'll take you from the towers of hell,
Just to show you how much I care.
And when it seems all hope is lost,
I'll slay your darkest nightmares.

I'm not a hero, and I'm not a saint,
See, the darkness lies within.
But love can blossom in the most barren place,
And can ease away any sin.

There is a heart to this hollow husk,
And it beats especially for you.
It warms my lifeless skin and bones,
And is making me feel like new.

Where-ever you are, fair maiden,
Be patient, I'm coming, so please.
Just wait for my love, it's somewhere inside,
Don't leave me broken and down on my knees.

[doreen peri]

snowed in ice verses

virgin snow white lays
down with seven inches
coming; earth cold hardened,
molding angel wings on porch
swings; branches reach to embrace
her; she, enLightned by virtue of
a new blanket; thankful for god's
pure weep; clothed in the keeping
of a winter promise.

hyptnotize me with eye shine -
i dine on your glistening,
listening to time silenced,
following your path dug in,
my hand ready to give,
gloved perfect, held to your
breast;

the rest of the world has disappeared.
all i see are snowflake tears,
each unique; all i hear is
your voice singing
cardinal songs, red
with a background
of white jazz.

i, the virgin breath of life
read by you, bloodied,
undefiled, never truly touched
or seen until you saw through
passages, shoveled away
dare and doubt, allowing
my drift, skating over
pooled ice on a protective
reflection pool, discovering
warm fire placed inside
heartwires;

i am the virgin hope,
the unrefined scope
of storm, finally adorned
by your squall;

and i came,
sheer, simple, called
to a snow kiss, diamond
eyes, pristine sighs, each
flake, each flake awakening,
faces turned up to catch
skydrops;

there are fence posts
buried below inches of pain;
you uncover me aglow, snowrain
making halo rainbows
atop of ice miracles.

you thaw me.
you thaw me.

fences can keep out unwelcome
visitors or help protect spring's
garden now being saturated
with immaculate ice, crystalized

the tempest is fresh fallen,
laden with trust; rue the force;
imbue the surprise, the forecast
never accurate, forever compromised

there are buds blooming on evergreens;
purple blossoms not to be pruned;
soon comes the melting, in tune
with comfort, sped in, slowly seasoned.

we reason the falling - eve on her back -
virginal tracks of cats dance on keys, playing bass
to accompany the upcoming sacrifice.
ice will melt. there will be the digging out.

i touch debussy's reverie with unrehearsed fingers
trying to locate appropriate notes to linger
as witness to miracles, whispered.
a goddess never shouts. she
offers instead a snowkiss.

[Delsol]

Neat idea, Rouge! I didn't write the following but it's all in the family so I hope it's okay. I've always wanted to share a few of these letters here as a sort of literary show-and-tell. They are just too sweet. I hope others will enjoy it, or find inspiration. So, following is a love-letter from my 3rd great grandfather Joseph Magee to his wife Elizabeth, whom he affectionately called 'Lizzy'. He wrote from the battlefield; Civil War - 1864. If it's inappropriate say so and I'll delete it. Beautiful poems Doreen and Kami!

Norfolk Virginia
January 24th 1864

Dearest Lizzie:

Your letter of the 17th is before me. I am always glad to hear from you, but your letter is so cold and calculated that I do not like it. If you love me any at all you might write in a different style. Dearest, I do not like to chide you for anything but please write me something from your heart. My soul aches for want of reciprocating feelings. I am surrounded here with nothing but the cold formalities of this cruel service and therefore expect from you, as my only love something that will cheer my desolate feelings.

Dear, dear Lizzie, do you not think I am partially right – or do I ask too much from you? I really hope you have not forgotten yet those happy, very happy moments we have passed together. Lizzie, do you think I love you at all or do you think I have married you for a mere tool that I could use at my moment? God forbid that such a thought should ever enter my mind. I know Dearest that I have been the cause of much grief to you. I know I have neglected you very much but God knows I have a heart that is as easily effected and as tender as any person. I have a conscience too, that smites me often for my neglect toward you, but my precious Lizzie, I mean you well as I have told you frequently.

Dear Lizzie, I never loved you for the accomplishment of my baser passions and desires. God forbid that I should. So, my dear Lizzie, my love for you is of a better kind of a holier nature. I love you with a fervent love that is not connected with those passions most men seek women for: I know I am bad enough in your company but I have a better motive, but, it is my nature if I act so I do it not for the animal passion, but when opportunity affords, especially when there is a <illegible word> existing between the persons, then I feel as though no harm was conveyed. My conduct toward you may have given you cause to regret that we have become so closely connected. I hope not. I live in the expectation of obtaining a day when we can rejoice together. I would to him who has the power over all things that that day was now but it is not. I will trust in him that we will yet again meet and live together happy and once again love as we did in our day of our early friendship.

Lizzie, Dear Lizzie, are you not convinced that I love you or what other proof do you want me to give? Tell me and I will try, but let me assure you I am telling you the truth. Lizzie dear, tell me something, do you think I love you? My dear, why can you not be candid with me? I have asked you questions frequently but you never answered me one for what motive I know: perhaps you over look them. I must suppose you did. It may be they were foolish, too foolish to answer. If that is the case, I will ask no more. Now, for another question. Does it ever come into your mind that you ever regret being married to me? Dearest, tell me truly. Do you really think we love each other? Do you ever look into your own heart and there find your affections have been mistreated? Perhaps you think “had I given my hand to some other I would today been happier”, or “did I marry Joe because he asked me?” If this is all the love that is existing between us it would have been better we had never met and I would thank Divine Providence to hasten my desolation for what would life be without you? I might not then witness your happiness with another. O how my heart aches to think such a thing might be. It is not impossible. It is dreadful for me to contemplate. I have endeavored to study the physiology and philosophy of human nature. How I have succeeded is known only to myself but I have seen much that causes me to reflect upon my own cause. You might have had a regard for me at one time, but as to your ever loving me, I cannot say. If you were forced to love me I am very sorry. We err much. God knows I love you dearly but many scary things come into my mind which make me shudder to think of them: You have loved others beside me I know. You loved them well. It may be too well for with one’s affections are centered before another’s it is very hard to give them up. It matters not how callous the heart may have grown. There is always a yearning toward the object of their first love. It seems as though my soul is captured with continual torrents. It must not be. How can I become so depraved as to slander my good thought? Must my course be arrived at the attainment of your regard? Yes, it has been thus.

Dear, dear Lizzie, I am truly very sorry to write in a style of this kind, but my feelings get the better of my pen so I have to express what I think. I am plain and wish you were the same. I have not at any time kept back anything that has any reference to my happiness or sorrow. You are different. You keep smothered up in your bosom things which I know you would like to give utterance to. Have I not before asked you to give me your confidence? For you to throw of your restraint and to be to me as you would want others to be to you? I cannot think there is any harm in acting so, for it must sooner or later become known. My kind Lizzie, be not angry at me for writing so. I have not said I do not love you, far from it. I want you to know that I do and I want to know how I can make you believe that I am in earnest.

I love you and ever shall do so. Have not my actions toward you previous to my marriage shown you that I adore you? I have never loved anyone else. I never placed the slightest affections on anyone but yourself. I was intimate with one Sallie Krugar but to love her I could not, nor did I. Although many things passed between us I was always away from her with my heart. There was one who had stolen it from me and I could not recall it. That one was my dear little wife. I became acquainted with you about the same time I did with Sallie Krugar at our singing school. There I met you and then I loved you. From that moment you were my only thoughts. I followed you where ever you went. When I went to Virginia during the three month service we corresponded for friendships sake, but there was a higher thing for my aspirations. I sought your love. Please do send it, dearest. Do you love? I do you. Tell me. You are my wife in whom all my future happiness depends. Does she love me, or does she spurn me away from her heart? Tell me my dearest, dearest wife if you have any regard for me at all, tell me if in your heart you can find room for me. Do not cast me away. Dearest I try to be good but the evil spirit tempts me to much wickedness. I will always try, though, to live as a better person than I did some time ago. I do really wish I was a better for your sake but my Dear love you must pray for my salvation. I hope you do pray you were not very religious when I seen you. Would you assist me in my endeavors?

But my pet, I have written too much now you won’t have read this you will be so tired of such slang, so the best thing for me to do is to stop. You asked me if I had the chills. I do sometimes, and dreadful things they are too.

Well Good Bye now,
Your sweet and remain your dear,
Joe

Baby don’t know how to send kisses yet, but I will accept his, also his mother’s for her kisses are like those we read of in the romances of other days. Yes, Dear pet, you I could kiss forever. Now receive from me a pigeon kiss for yourself. Kiss baby for me too. Joe

There is not quire enough paper here. I will try to get a bigger piece next time. Don’t forget to answer soon, and long letter, too.

J. D. Magee :heart:

[Brittney L]

Gosh Shannon, what a beautifully written letter! Don't you wish people still talked and wrote like that? With such eloquence and style? I love it.

Did they remain happily married?

[Jessie]

(I have replaced the names, due to privacy issues. Still, the owners have given me permission to show off this regection letter, because it is beautiful... and not really that much of a regection in many ways.

PS
I think it's important to know that the two people involved are a straight girl, and her best friend... a gay man.)
dearest ***,

it's important to me that you told me, however blind to the truth i may have been...i'm going to say a few things that are completely incompetent when put into words...but bear with me...

i've been nothing but blessed and honored to know you...you've changed my life so much since you came into it...i owe a lot to you and your love backing me...your soul has taught me what it's like to suffer, persevere, and love every minute of it...

your innocence and true acceptance of the world, well...it astounds me...and i'm so incredibly proud of you...my love for you comes from the purest place...and when you hug me...well, it's like protection from all of the bad things in the world...

i never knew you felt this way about me...and if i could change it...i don't think i would...because you inspire me...and i wish i could take you and make you my wife and make you happy...but it wasn't meant to be that way, but our true meaning will eventually emerge...and i know that you can't help feeling this way so i'm not going to tell you that i'm sorry for misleading you, because i know that you're aware of so much...so very much...

but i need you in my life...i always have, just never knew it til i met you...so stay with me...let me love you the way i can...and just know that life's short and we're gonna make it through together...

(There were some sweet words right here, but I believe they are the lyrics to a song... I don't know who wrote it, but I don't think it was the writer of the letter.)

stay with me ***...through thick and thin...we don't need rules to make us strong

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[Rougestrega]

Wonderful pieces so far. How love is viewed across time and experiences.
Amazing

[Bromanoph]

Babylon betrays me.

Eve, I have written You so many poems, but I tire, I tire… These words do not reveal You to the world. They only work to conceal your true meaning; ever-failing in their attempts to describe with perfect accuracy how it is that every room remembers the feel of You. When your presence is absent the lights grow dimmer, the wallpaper sags and the beams sigh, lamenting their lack of vibrancy. When such Voice is silenced, the birds sing softer out of respect, the sun falls faster to dream of its daylight…so shocked to have behold You so brightly. Oh, why can’t I just say this plainly? I want you and it’s leaking through my pores. My heart is pouring out from all of these scars and the pounding of the drums only tap-taps faster, erupting as I chase the vision of You from dream to dream.

I hear your name in every song sung, every whispered morsel of delicious truth bears your mystery to the external world. You are the bane of all dark matter, the lover every Hollywood addict dies for… a spark of revolution in a world of ashes. You are the reason the phoenix returns and I am only his internal process: the mind that rewinds time and time again – constantly seeking the only thing worth living for. I have been manifest in every historical allegory. All those stories they’ve told of giants and madmen. Apollo, Atlas, Romeo… I have suffered all of these tragedies for your sake. I have been like the Christ, resurrected to serve Love in all its forms, regardless of the barriers arbitrarily imposed.

Oh, please hear my pleas. The only thing I beg of You is that You never forget, nor forsake this graceless slobbering angel, who rent his own wings…paying the price of his longing. I have been here forever, wonder-less wanderer meandering through delusion. Always thinking I have finally somehow found You. Yet these lesser temporary lovers cannot compare to this ultimate Dream I once held in sleeping, only to lose to the Sun that wakes.

When your symphony lacks nothing but unity, come find me, that we may be complete.


In rapture,

Sebastian.

[Meta]

oh, david...

my heart ached reading that... and what about these tears in my eyes?

:heart:
Meta

[Bromanoph]

doreen, damn woman! you have amazed me
two nights in a row -- you have a marvellous
talent, i appreciate it as best i can.

and meta, thank you, you honour me..
you always make me smile with your comments.

much love,
David.

[Rougestrega]

David

Sweet Mercy this is an ode to a wonderous woman

Rouge

[Beki]

David, My Only Response Is A Long Slow Sigh...but Your Poetry Always Affects Me That Way...so Much More This Beautiful Letter!

Shannon, What An Amazing Piece Of Family History To Have In Your Possession! It Is Exactly What Rouge Was Looking For When She Made This Thread - Those Beautiful Handwritten Letters From The Heart That Were The Only Way In Those Days To Speak Your Feelings. I Have Always Been A Sucker For The Books Full Of Them Written By Notable People But Her Eis One Form An Ordinary Man, A Soldier Separated From His Family As Our Soldiers Are Today. I Am Sure Our Soldiers Are No Less Lonely Or Longing For That Connection With Their Wives And Sweethearts...but I Am Sure Few Of Them Could Say It So Eloquently. How Sad We Have Lost That Gift, Or Custom, However You See It, I Am So Pleased You Shared This Wonderful Piece Of Writing With Us And So Happy Your Family Preserved It For You!

[Delsol]

Thank you Britt and Beki, glad you both enjoyed it so. This is just one from the collection. Maybe I’ll share a bit more another time. His script was beautiful – long hand. In other letters, he talks more about the battles. In another he reminisces about how he and Lizzie met. Very sweet. Brit, sadly, I don’t believe he ever came home from that war. I don’t know how he died, but he disappears in history around this time. I have lots of details about his wife and son in later years, but he is never mentioned. I wrote to the government for his military record a few years ago hoping to read of some kind of pension or cause of death, but my request came back 'File Not Found'. I guess records weren't all THAT back then. All I have to show he ever existed are these letters - with post marked envelopes - and of course all of us; the hundreds of descendents that were eventually born thanks to their courtship. :)

[Rougestrega]

Most beloved husband Afonso

By the grace of God and the Blessed Mother, may this letter find you well and in safekeeping.

You have been gone from your place by our side these many months. Please soon may the business that keeps you away be satisfactorily completed. The days and nights are only bearable knowing you will return. Until that day, I have kept busy with the day-to-day activities of family and overseeing our people and the land.

Adequate rain has blessed us with a fine wheat harvest. Many casks of oil have been pressed and various meats and fishes smoked, dried or salted. Jorge’s new wife Estella has a fine hand in the preparation and spicing sausages and brining of hams. She smokes them over apple and pear wood fires. A fine addition to our table this winter along with the pickled vegetables, preserved fruits and a bountiful harvest of nuts.

We have had unusual success with the new cave in the aging of cheeses. A much finer texture and nutty flavor has developed. I surmise it is from the drier air and cooler temperatures on that slope of the hill.

Ah, Picolletta foaled a fine colt from that black stallion of yours. One moment she was standing and the next, here is a babe nursing from his dam. A joyous sight in deed my heart’s companion. Oh to have you here now, but I do understand the matters of state keep you away.

Enough for now, the children await and it is time for chapel.
Hurry back to us my love. Our arms and home are empty without you.

Blessings and you are in my prayers. Saints preserve you.

Your devoted wife,
Lucrezia

[Beki]

very nice wolfie - enjoyed! (and this is my 13,000th post - Hazah!)

[Bromanoph]

Another night, Eve, and I am without You. The moon still shines forlorn, longing to be reacquainted with its source and trajectory. We will not both enjoy such glory simultaneously… though I pursue endlessly on into the mystical night, I catch no sight of your curious symphony, no drifting sniff of your mellifluous scent, enticing. No, I am yet without.

I went out searching tonight. I went out seeking a shadow I have seen but upon waking from reverie of recognition, and there You go – dashing into corners and disappearing like the magic I know You possess. The bar offered me nothing more than cheap doll imitations serving me empty glasses and blurry eyes. I thought I caught You twinkling in some passerby eye, but the beer has me mistaken. I missed the band, but swear I heard a hint of You, fading in the feedback.

Maybe it is the mystery that keeps me so enchanted. So enthused to waste the precious night, not in dream, but fantasy; writing these fantastic odes (brimming fountains of bubbling joy, crashing toward your touch!) in hope that they will become You… that You can transform yourself from these delicate incantations. Reveal me the Truth.

You are sacred like You cannot guess.

I have the honour of noticing.

Until this fire consumes us both…


Sebastian.

[Rougestrega]

Wolf

Very sweet and adoring write

Brom

I do hope you catch her soon

Rouge

[canoli74]

You are sacred like You cannot guess.

I have the honour of noticing.


(speechless)

[Bromanoph]

i have this sneaking suspicion that i can hardly control myself, Eve,
every movement seems to evoke your memory, every mystery i long so
passionately to unravel seems locked up tight within your pores -- pouring
out this ridiculous energy that flows to me in the form of Love, imparting
pure wisdom and courage to ignite this pyre and die for the cause. just
because you are beautiful does not mean i do not wish you were mine to devour.

quite the contrary, i am only ravenous as the moon who constantly weeps
with cratered eyes to behold his lover in else but dreams, but like that
old beggar and his treacherous sun, You appear to betray me... only in dreams.

still, i can only breathe You like some whisper from Zion, some smooth
flowing fantasy come to fruition in my meditating Heart. yours is the art
i most dearly admire, the spiralling of your giggling grace cascading
from your effervescent face, spraying the scent of intoxication in all
directions; perverting my furniture with the same lust i suffer.

i would be a liar to claim that this infatuation has not consumed me...

i can only dance to the rhythm that i feel You composing,
a comfortable craving, like cabin fever, unsatiable
but upon impact; our cosmic revelation revealed
in a unifying kiss i have craved since the cradle
where our communion was conceived
some one thousand-ninety-five days ago --

yet i have conviction: fire will always find the way,
my passion will not betray me.


until the day...

Sebastian.

[Beki]

I was thinking of posting but damn Brom, you leave in awed silence...I am not worthy ;)

[Bromanoph]

Eve, I could lie to You and tell You this is the last letter I will ever right, but I’ve already proved the paradox. Besides, compulsion would consume the best of my intentions and condemn my hands to compose your hysterical hieroglyphics, regardless…revealing the ridiculous reason this seasoned heart returns forever in the form of a phoenix, resurrected beyond the necessity of counting time.

I do not know how long it has been since I have held You in these trembling members, only that these flimsy limbs lack the vitality that your lovesong grants, so strong to shred glory of the moment now into a stimulant I inhaled from your kiss. Oh! give me again my bliss and the wretched sin which I frolic in, so proud to call You my own, as if any could own such a testament of Beauty…

I am dutifully engaged in the process of discovering You, unraveling these layers of a reckless reality which hides true essence behind all of the disguises You have seen through. Because You haunt my every dream and taunt with the song of daylight, I do not sleep but rather dream the day that all of this arbitrary madness disappears…

…as You and I, two epic lovers ever counted in the sands of time, slip away into the mountain fog and never find our way back, or dare to look.


Until I can prove this with my lips,




Sebastian.

[canoli74]

Until I can prove this with my lips,



:hot:

[Rougestrega]

David

very well said

Rouge

[Bromanoph]

How many times must I repeat your name before You appear to relieve this foolish curse? How many silly verses must I spill from my sloppy heart before You decide to bless me with the reason I shine. Honestly, Eve, I have been living in shadows anticipating You, pacing back and forth, my soul a frantic frolicker bursting everywhere
seeking You madly with the intensity of a star possessed. I roam this ridiculous universe looking for the remnants of where your essence graced form… little fancy swirls of dust that speak of the mystery that moved them to tears.

These are the years I have wasted here, loving incomparable versions of the truth I seek to live, the integrity I rehearse while panting my prayers… so sick I am deluded to see You in dreams, folding your pants with no hesitation over the back of the chair – annihilating me with every anxious motion forward, every second You commence to undo me and I only hope that by the time we touch I have regained my composure.

I know that You exist beyond form and entice me from every molecule that ties me down, singing those siren lips from distances unheard of. You render me a sunless sacrifice, raving mad at the end of the quest: to submit to Love in every entity; to burst apocalypse in every moment of Now. This is how you subdue me and hold me hostage, a reckless pounding dancer in my chest, capable of everything if only you give me my sin, my inspiration…

Drown me in the magic that fills your mouth, steal me into the Ocean and never let go, unless it is time to spread our wings.

One day we will wave from clouds and rain the way toward escape…

Pray that the angels cannot wait.

In surrender,



Sebastian.

[Bromanoph]

Do not try, Eve. Do not even try… there is no way I will stop. There is no way I will not become You. Completing our perfect symphony. I have waited for this moment to unleash all of the wanting that plays tricks of my heart, pretending these forms of lesser art could truly inspire a beast of such magnitude, a fool of such caliber.

I will not rest, Eve. I will not rest until the entirely of your Love has been accentuated by glory, my limbs struggling to attain your level of Grace, pushing my soul against your face to consume a bit of bright sunlight. How it feels to shine.

You are mine for the moment and I hope you never depart, I pray You never depart. I say I will love You until the Sun falls down on my crown, crestfallen I will still then rise to meet the occasion, to prove this occult obsession more than a nuisance to the lies of reality. For your Love I will kill doves and gods, there are no limits to a boundless passion.

Just forgive the ranting and rage. I am a page servant in Love with the Word You provide… with your lips teaching me how to die – your body a reckless cherub with wings that sing the only song I know.

And You the Queen I beg for.

Listen to this desperate longing and close the distance between us.

Destroy me with a touch.


To the days we never forget,



Sebastian.

[Rougestrega]

Brom

One day, one day

Rouge

[canoli74]

every second You commence to undo me and I only hope that by the time we touch I have regained my composure.

Drown me in the magic that fills your mouth, steal me into the Ocean and never let go, unless it is time to spread our wings.

Do not try, Eve. Do not even try…



in tears, per usual.

:heart:
jeannine

[Bromanoph]

other side of the coin


**** You (i don't mean this) for making me a liar. i said forever and a day later it was over. Another opportunity lost to find our unity, Eve... just leave me alone. My heart is not a part of my body. Disconnected. I no longer care if I die in your arms and I swear to God this is the last time. **** You for making me a liar.


... because i am hurt and tired of chasing what will not be caught.

[Bromanoph]

and i still love You Eve (every day more than ever), despite how tired this heart is, how heavy with waiting You make these limbs... i have been swimming in your ocean since light first caressed my eyes, imprinted You there, a painless tattoo that every angel suffers. i have been used by liars who claimed love, sung songs for undeserving infidels, written crumbling monuments on yellowing paper... i have been fading slowly with no vibrancy but your potential, still vibrating within me. lurking in corners and shadows. laughing and disappearing before i turn around. You toy with me, dress me the clown, flip me around and twist my arms until they only want to hold You --

because You are a dream the likes of which i have never seen,
because You bewitch me from nowhere and call me to follow
knowing i can only ever say Yes.


one day, You must promise to burn me.


make me ashes.
i need release.

[canoli74]

bitter and pissed off, passionate as ever.

this was delicious.

[canoli74]

had to read again...

because You are a dream the likes of which i have never seen,
because You bewitch me from nowhere and call me to follow
knowing i can only ever say Yes.

[Bromanoph]

your constant support
means worlds, jeannine...

thank you.

much love,
David.

[Bromanoph]

Elegy...
strong writing, my man
chock full of dream and
the metaphor we live for...

write on.

or how I’ve composed a thousand poems for you at one point or another but gave you none of them… because they were all written in my mind and washed away over time with the memory - but how they still live! And how you’ll always be beautiful to me… and no poetry will compare

you read my heart.

much love,
David.

[canoli74]

I will start by asking forgiveness, which is how anyone would commence a prayer. Forgive me for resorting to words--this is my first love letter, and I do not even know your address. I wonder if you'll notice my words for what they are: a few scrambled symbols whose ink bleeds darker in some places than others. I kind of hope that this message confuses you; if it does, then I have made my point. I am not writing to tell you that I love you. I give you words but it is not in letters that love or any other part of me resides. You, however, are not here and so I send you words; but it is really my silences, my spaces that I want you to have.

[Bromanoph]

reading the voices in between spaces that pause and break these words, i remember how long it has been since i could believe. and i haven't written your name for months, for fear or wonder; i have never decided. indecision being my strong point...somehow i couldn't hold up to your pull. magnet for stars, reason for wars and angels. i fell in and it wasn't your grin because i knew you before your face. i felt you before your spice. intoxicated by a wind that must have whispered your name. only a shame that forfeit is potential and time will maybe tell what spells last and which ones are cast back to feed nostalgia. let's not become a victim of our inconsistencies. distance disappears as soon as your feet start moving. blood pumping. hearts singing. what word is the key to spill an ocean? because nothing has said this right.

still, i write...



much love,
David.

[Pirra]

wow, these are all fabulous.....just wow.

[SilverHawk]

I see you in my dreams...
I feel you in my heart...
you're even under my skin,
I can feel you coursing through my very veins,
sending life spreading throughout my body
where there once was none.

This was all it took for me....

*peace*
Silver

[Pirra]

Dear Roberta,

I have awoken to such a beautiful day. The sun streaks in, peeking between the peach blinds in such a manner as to make it seem I am swimming in the Sun itself. My skin pulls me eagerly out of bed for the first time in months and I wear a smile were I normally wear a scowl.

I would feel so carefree if not for my responsibilities, but I relish those too. With a new enthusiasm that defies the me of late. Could this be a turning point? An intuitive grasp of unreality? Mock me not Dear One, for you know as surely as I, that the very fibre of my being is deeply imbibed with fantasy. And they whisper to me still.

I watch him from afar. My fears have become realised as what was once a passing interest became infatuation, only to morph into a full blown obssession. The way he tugs gently on his bottom lip when deep in thought sets my mind to wonder how those lips would feel pressed tenderly against my own. How those fingers might feel against my skin, in my hair. It matters not that he is untouchable. And I tear in two. Such a battle, such a struggle and I remind my self it was I who did this to myself. To be so in love with one that I am like a cracked windshield that could shatter at any moment, and to want the other so urgently I loose all sense of reality.

For I want both and the imminent destruction that would surely ensue. Torn and twisted between, the one who breaks my body and the one who breaks my soul. I imagine this is dying....


The day is calling. The sky is so blue and unblemished, so glorious out. I can almost smell the aroma of damp earth and grass beneath my feet. And I need the feel of something real, solid and tangible,I have imbibed myself in these fantasies, I have traversed the scapes of my mind too long. So I shall humour them (my feet) and take them for a lesuirely stroll, perhaps around the lake, through the park and down small alley ways. This diversion; a matter of exigency.

There's something so inviting about paths untrodden laid out before you. Like a calling or a strong undertow. I am powerless to resist it.

in love,

Pirra

[Bromanoph]

yes...
our feet know
where the heart would lead.

fire calls everything home.

much love,
David.

[Pirra]

In deed it does. The paths of lovers are well worn, whether they be real or imagined.
And the fires, they sing so pretty don't they?

[Pirra]

My Dearest Roberta,

I bled last night. Thick silky red drops of blood. As the wind howled and the rain fell, old wounds were opened and I bled to death. I'm still icy to the touch. This cold is deeper than skin.


I dreamt of him again. Those fine msaculine fingers pulling on that bottom lip, deep in thought, head bent. He doesn't even lift it to sip his tea. His pages his obssession. How I'd love to know the words he read, the words he scribbled with fine masculine hands.

Do not laugh Dear Bobbie; I am still that girl who thumbed her nose at propriety, even though it's merely propriety that prevents me from seducing him with my eyes. That , and My Love.

I never thought I would fall in love. Never thought I was capable. Never wanted to. Only the boring and the dull fall in love. For love makes a mockery of us all. And fall I did. More than that, I flung myself naked from that preverbial cliff. My bones fractured, my flesh bruised, my skin perforated and my blood stained the crags below. Such sweet tormenting pain.

He touches me in ways that make me bite him until he cries out in pain. I want to devour him. I want to feel him deep inside, I want to digest every piece, every pore. And in those moments he slaps me. Hard. My skin a seething mass of stenciled red hand prints. The delicious sting that causes the hairs on my neck to salute and tiny electric shocks to course up my spine.

He breaks my body with every fibre of his own.

Is it wrong to then want more, to want one who will break your very soul?


in love,

Pirra

[Bromanoph]

Oh, Eve! Have I found you without looking? You shook like quite the quake beneath me. Every breath begins by weezing your name. Is this the same in your world? We swirled together and I don't know what to call our bodies anymore. Be we paintbrushes, spiralling new colours. Be we animals grunting out love. Be we more than all of the above, heaven included. You deduce me. Say hello to this pile of ashes the next time you remember. Maybe while we are making love I will be swept away and no longer exist but within your iris, patiently constant and exploding. Because your children are my dream and I have found the seams to unravel this seeming guise. Don't disguise your heart any longer. Speak the true words. Beat the real heart. There is no reason to end this perfect start. So suddenly I will wish for you with all of my molecules composed of prayer. Something simple. Devotion to your dimple. Mole to mark your beauty and the cuteness of your shy angelic. Grace and a lion to consume me. Something wicked and wonderful. Strange and beautiful. Delicate and true.

This is you and these are only words. One day my lovesong will be less absurd.


Uncomplicate me.


In Love,
Sebastian.

[Hippiechick]

The first: This is one of many. I wrote this about 3 years ago- but never sent it. It's about my first love.

The Second: I was cleaning out my "IN" box in my old email acct. and found this from him. It was written in 1999, the year we broke up.


My Purple Flower,

I am humbled in your presence. Your love flows through me like a bolt of lightening, colors enriched blue's and green's from the sparkle in your eyes. I'm brought back to that first night we met.. when you asked me to go for a walk around campus, and we ended up on the suspension bridge at 2am. You picked me a purple flower - that was exactly 10 years ago today. I still have this flower saved in a box, wrapped gently in a silk scarf you once gave me for a gift. It waits for you.. I wait for you to come back and take me into your arms once again. I yearn to feel your touch, your soft lips upon mine.. exploring my body once again- making up for lost time.

I awoke from a horrible dream last night. I was at home, and I recieved a letter from you. It was pale blue letterhead and all I saw was this " I'm getting married'. I woke up in tears, and later that day.. I heard from you through email. Again, I read ... "I'm getting married". This is the one truth I live and will die with remembering.

I'm forever waiting for you,

Megan

~~~~~~~~~~

Megan,

Ever since I left you in the parking lot I feel like I just hopped on the train and
took off. I don’t want you to feel that way. Because as soon as I got
on it I wanted to get back off and give you the biggest hug and kiss you
have ever received in your life. You looked kind of in awe how I just
gave you a kiss and got on. I didn’t mean it in a disrespectful way.
I promise you that much. Ok so here goes I was in the train station and
couldn’t stop thinking of you and kept thinking of you, so I wrote you
a little something form my heart and I really wanted you to have it.


Just minutes ago I got off the phone with you. I can still hear
your voice whispering in my ear. What I wouldn’t do to spend another minute
with you. As I am writing this in the station in the background Angel
of Mine is playing in the background. When I hear that song I always
think of you, but today it seems to be even more special than usual.
Because to me you are my angel sent here to captivate my heart which you seem to do over and over again. I want to thank you for an awesome
weekend. I still am in shock that I saw you. I looked at you and I got chills of
excitement this weekend. When you kissed me, I was put into a world of
complete and utter bliss. Thank you again for a terrific weekend.
Remember that we are under the same stars and maybe sometime we will
both be looking up at the stars together and see each other through
them. Smile and I miss you so very much.

Yours, Brendan

[beththepoet]

Dear ***:

Who I have not known yet but hold with the carefulest of hands. You have no idea how swelled my blood is because of you. Each time a boy holds me around the waist, or touches my hand the slightest of ways, I long for the day you will be the one next to me. Have I found you yet? You are so wondrous. If you can make me feel this way by simply existing, then I can't imagine what would happen to my pen if you drew near. I feel the air between us and stay alive for that electricity. I've died a hundred deaths (all of different meausures and degrees) in my head but haven't layed a finger on my wrists, or my throat, or my mouth; because i know my existing is for what we are going to be one day. We will change worlds, you beautiful boy. We will move them to tears from how gorgeous our hearts are when bleeding to the same blades; when singing from the same throats.

You are my Adam, my heart my heart my heart. I am nothing but when i find you that won't matter anymore. We will be the same, the same, the same. May the demons collect my dust as i age but it wouldn't matter if it was with you.

You

You

You

Come soon, my love, for my impatient heart grows in wait watching these young souls think they've already found a form of you.

-me

[Rougestrega]

Bethany

this is profound in the honesty of waiting for a true love.

Well done

Rouge

[Hippiechick]

Wow, Beth -that was so awesome!

[Bromanoph]

.


Discovery.


I.



how many times have i written You with the intent of creating. and

every breath a wish to bring You true. every touch a dream worth

living. with song and singing i named You constance, my only anchor

reaching for the sky. to bring me further than my quest for wings.

how slowly you finally dissolved into me. being better than whether or

not. this is forever in the slow moments that do not waste. this is

the taste of wine crushing from our lips. no grapes, no bursting.

just subtle eruption imitating death. just voices mumbling and lusting

for Love in a true definition, worthy of the tongue. let us always

push this music from the bruises on our chests. let always this

treasure be spilled on the world. for those who dance and for those

who continue. let us be a guiding light.


with all of might i pray.


to keep this ridiculous,
delicious and fulfilling...
to reap this fountain who flows.




With Love,


Sebastian.

[canoli74]

to bring me further than my quest for wings.

how slowly you finally dissolved into me. being better than whether or

not. this is forever in the slow moments that do not waste.


*bowing to the master*

[Rougestrega]

Brom

Not sure what youv'e been doing, but there is a deeper resonance in your words

Rouge

[OtterMonkey]

Mi Amor,

I touch your perfect scent in my sleep, rolling into the warmth of wanting you. I've never been one to beg, but I found in you what I desire, I would kneel at your shadow, make love to your name, taste your aroma, and plead!

Mi una adorable, if there exists an us in this lifetime, I don't want to wait, I drift in and out of dreams swimming in your hair, your eyes your lips, your hips, your mood. I want to wake up with you, hold your firm, thin tan body in my thoughts and arise a happy man.

Mi vida hermosa,

The clouds will wait, we dance this dawn lit moon bright beat, kissing deeper
to the beating of our hearts keeping pace. The sun will not rise until you and I become.

Te Quiero con todo mi corazon,

OM