Yearning
yearning the word...very interesting, isn't it? everyone yearns for something. love, acceptance, family, etc...some people seem to have it all, whereas some of us...some of use yearn only for some normalcy in our lives.
the youngins yearn
Poety our cities are torn and burned, as were are trying to find something for which we yearned, as these promises which are broken and scorned.
Poem #3: Yearn
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Pre-Determined: A Creation Theory!
And his yearning became theirs. all of theirs.
A Letter To My Wife
Jade, i love you till the end of time, and my love shall give me the power to protect you, to be able to keep you in my arms forever, and in the beginning, i have yearned for you, so i can give you my love forever, you
Time Beats. Hearts tick. - medium poem
Does it know when the heart is yearning? why does the heart yearn? does it yearn for the time? does it yearn for another? now the time is fading. our hearts slow together. does forever occur in a heartbeat? the heart beats time and time again.
My Christmas Miracle
I knew it back then_ _maybe i'm crazy, and i know it's been short so far..._ _but_my heart calls for you _every minute i think about you and how i yearn to feel your touch again_ _how i yearn to cuddle with you, to make your dreams come true_ _i cannot
We Cannot Save them All
**We Cannot Save Them All...** It all began on an unusually early spring day, Mag and his Platoon departed on a routine presence patrol on the streets of Gabahdad. The sun shone brightly as they left the wire, and Mag knew that the break of...
Poem #48: Inside
_inside_ the soul that's inside it floats and flies i feel it trapped beneath the surface the mind that's inside rants and raves yearning to learn wishing the torrent to end the heart that's inside yearns for its love holes pierce
Wherever I go
Of memories items of past long gone someones glasses are standing there as a monument to what moved on _wherever i stay_ remembering to forget while thoughts return, return items on display, they're taunting longing back to that, yearn
Wherever I go
Full of memories items of past long gone someones glasses are standing there as a monument to what moved on _wherever i stay_ remembering to forget while thoughts return, return items on display, they're taunting longing back to that, yearn
Frontal Lobe Damage
It yearned for the wolf. it yearned for the sweet touch of another person. it yearned for my father, it yearned for my childhood to return. perhaps as i laid there on the ground years passed. i chose to ignore time; it was worthless at the end of it.