Sometimes we write pieces and present with enthusiasm and extreme haste. It would seem Helium taught me this;

"we do live long enough to regret our actions".

"Post in haste, repent in leisure".

One thing I know about myself is at times, I am a complete wally.

Now you are free!

I'm done with doing, looking back,
thats why I broke my foot en-route,
I should be loving looking forth,
and watching where I place my boot,
no hill God made, nor mountain top,
was placed on Earth to frighten me,
but set so man would never stop,
in his pursuit of feeling free.

I'm taking strides and moving on,
if you're behind you'll catch me soon,
and if in front then see me come,
I plan to clasp the stars and moon.
I plan to breathe in frozen air,
while looking to all down below,
the frozen spreading into green,
and I'll enjoy my life I know.

I'll never miss, something I had,
since having means I did not miss,
but rather knew, as it was meant,
a moments pain or utter bliss.
The secret is not making first,
but meeting your own inner goals,
the hill be mine, though climbed before,
and all men feel the heat of coals.

Unless contacting this writer in matters of a literary nature, please refrain from doing so, I am very much a happily connected soul, I shall not be available for all eternity....

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one

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The death of a sweetheart.I'd touch her cheek, and she would glow,her eyes bore a sultry gaze.Oh how I ache as I recall,my love of younger days!I'd touch her hand, and see a flame,rise high inside of her,and as her lips, moved close to mine,I'd feel my soul concur.We'd dance beneath, the midnight moon,make love until the dawn.She was; chess master of my life,and I a paltry pawn!Yet in embrace, when two were one,my equal I had found.Through love and lust, and passions grasp,to this love I was bound.I stagger on these lonely days,all that I've known behind!Just echoes of days loved and lived,...

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