Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair by Pablo Neruba

Don't go far off, not even for a day
Don't go far off, not even for a day,
Because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
And I will be waiting for you, as in
An empty station when the trains are
Parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then
The little drops of anguish will all run together,
The smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
Into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
On the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
Into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for
A second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
Have gone so far I'll wander mazily
Over all the earth, asking, will you
Come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

unable are the loved to die...

This week a friend of mine lost his mother. The thing about death and loss is that it inevitably brings up our own fear of losing someone that we love so dearly.  To my sweet Grant, you are strong and your mom is with you through this entire journey, stay strong. To everyone else, don't ever forget to say "I love you" to the ones who count...

Grant, I know she's in your heart every night. 

Unable are the loved to die.  For love is immortality.  

~Emily Dickinson

Although it's difficult today to see beyond the sorrow,

                              May looking back in memory help comfort you tomorrow.

~Author Unknown

Death is Nothing At All

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well. Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918

A Thanks To My Friends

Anonymous

Thank you for being there when I needed you...

and even when I didn't,

Thank you for being there through the good times...and the bad,

Thank you for being there to encourage my dreams....and my crazy ideas,                                 Thank you for catching me...before I fell down,Thank you for wiping away the tears...             when I was crying,Thank you for cheering me up...and making me laugh,                                      Thank you for all the great memories...and the bad,But most of all...                                             thank you...For being you!

I love all of my friends, new and old, close and far away....you save me from myself,
sometimes and I am forever grateful to call you all my friends. 

The Golden Chain Of Friendship

Ann M. Siddall

Friendship is a golden chain
the links are friends so dear
and like a rare and precious jewel
it's treasured more each year...

it's clasped together firmly
with a love that's deep and true
and it's rich and happy memories
and fond recollections too...

time can't destroy its beauty
for as long as memories live
years can't erase the pleasure
the joy that friendship gives
for friendship is a priceless gift
that can't be bought or sold

but to have an understanding friend
is worth far more than gold
and the golden chain of friendship
is a strong and blessed tie
binding kinded hearts together
as the years go passing by.

By Shortlived Happiness

A Walk Through The Rain

Slight drizzle of the rain,
Dripped off my already wet shirt,
Drenching me inside out,
Flooding me outside in.

Warm tears trickling down,
Looking at the world through those glassy eyes,
I see a different you,
A different me.

What I had let go then,
Can't claim it anymore,
You belong to another now,
And may never be mine ever.

How could I've walked away,
How could I've surrended,
Why couldn't I battle till the end,
Why wasn't I strong enough.

Regret washing over me,
But it can't claim you back,
Not anymore,
After that day.

Sorry,
Maybe that came too late.
But now,
I truely am remorseful for ever losing my grip.

In those young days,
I threw my love away,
Into the depts of the endless field,
Never thinking about the consequences.

A walk through the rain,
Saw things in a different light,
Had you've been in my place,
The day I uttered those hurtful things? 

A Poem

Bad Decisions
Life is full of restrictions, Too many decisions, Not enough organization, Making fatal collisions, Without provisions, No sense of precision, Too much division, And a lot of diversions, Losing my vision, Lost my inspiration, No supervision, Life's in need of revision, Due to bad decisions, of good intentions. -Keli Mims

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bad-decisions-4/