Poem/Remember Who I Am

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remember who I am !

Remember who I am! I am not just the words I type,
I am the words that touch you, make you laugh, make
you feel those parts of me I close off to others. For I
want you to feel who I am, to really know who I am.



Remember who I am! I am not just a picture on a site.
I am the picture of a real woman, one with her heart in
the twinkle of her eyes, whose eyes look at a picture of
    you and see into you, the more of who you think you are.



     Remember who I am! I am a woman! A real woman with
a heart that’s capable of enormous love, and enormous
passion, one that when given isn’t given lightly, though
 given freely, it’s not given to build your ego, to create a
    fantasy with or for your amusement. For it is a real heart.

Remember who I am! The eyes of a woman, the heart of
a woman, the soul of a woman, and not just anywoman!
A woman who choose to give her time to you!

Remember who I am!

© copyright 2006
CreativeVibes

 

To Be My Love In Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Be My Lover In Life

 

 

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking the fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. .

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened up by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can betray another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not a pretty day, and if you can source your life from Creator’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver light of a full moon, 'Yes!'

This is what I need of you and you need of me.

 

©copyright 2006

CreativeVibes

 

The Calling

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Calling, Wherever You Will Go

So lately been wondering
Who will be there to take my place?
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a greater wave shall fall
It'll fall upon us all
With those dreams that are set in stone
Could you make it on your own?

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

And maybe I'll find out
A way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If a greater wave shall fall
And fall upon us all
Then I hope theres someone out there
Who can bring me back to you

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

Run away with my heart
Run away with my hopes
Run away with my love

I know now just quite how
my life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high, or down low
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go

I'll go wherever you will go
All I have is love to give
All I have is me to give
All I have is love to give
Let it be enough

CreativeVibes
(c)2006

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The Art of Becoming A Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Art of Becoming A Rose

 

I am a blank canvas, to put upon, the angles, the curves, the colors, the
the defining lines that will create the whole of  the new me, the who from

the inside to be portrayed on the outside.

 

The object is a ROSE. Not just any ROSE! The most beautiful, special budding

ROSE I will fill the canvas from side to side, to view from all directions, it to be

seen, not to hide.

 

Every angle, every curve, not all perfect, some curled, some straight, some just
turned under just so, the light to reflect the beauty, the colors from the darkest, to

the faintest, of the lightest of the most perfect color.

 

The color that I choose for this most special ROSE, is PINK. From the darkest to

the lightest the color will flow, to shimmer, to electrify, to project the most
beautiful angelic glow.

 

The stem from upon which the bud is held, will be that of a vine, intertwining, stem, interlacing leaves of Celtic green, many thorns along it, sharply pointed to
help protect this bud from bites, toxic waste of spittle which the buds petals would
deteriorate.

Toxic to, mildew that can smother, wilt, proliferate though out the bloom, the stem, from the clouds full of bursting harmful rains, sunshine rays of warmest sun, shining down surrounding, soft rains falling, penetrating the ground around is what this blooming bud needs,

 

For the bud to suck up through it’s stem and roots all the nourishment it will need, the

breeze, on which fairy’s voices softly singing encouragements of loves sweet songs, to
fill this buds vineing stem, each precious petal with a different nourishment to capture,

 

To make the most brilliant ROSE, of the brightest, warmest, most electrifying PINKS

to ever be experienced, is for what I strive to portray upon this blank canvas that is
mine, to fulfill a vision from within my souls minds eye.

Alexandra Carpenter

© copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

 

Yup! GONNA BE A BEAR

 In this life I'm a woman. In the next life,I'm going to
be a BEAR! When your a BEAR, you get to hibernate, you do nothing except sleep
for six months. I could deal with That...

Before you hibernate, you're suppose to eat yourself Silly! I can deal with that,too!

When you're a girl BEAR, you birth your children( who are the size of walnuts)
while your sleeping, you wake to partially grown,cute,cuddly cubs. I could definently deal with that!

If your a MOMMA BEAR, everyone knows you mean business, you swat anyone
who bothers your cubs,if your cubs get out of line,you can swat them,too! I could
deal with that...

If your a BEAR,your MATE expects you to wake up growling, expects you will
have hairy legs, and excess body fat.......

YUP!  Coming back as a BEAR!!!!

Not me....lol Coming back as a WOLF....

What would you come back as??

 

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Our Morning Meal

I wake in the morning
to the bright sunshine

And all I can think of is
you constantly on my mind

 

I awake to your sweet lips

I awake to your desire

Your sweet smile has
stoked my fire

 

I shower in the morning

To start my day

With you on my mind 
all I do is play

 

Your smile does sparkle

Your lips as sweet wine

Just want to hold you
and make you mine

 

I brush your hair

With tender care

And pull you to me, with
gentle care

 

I feel your passion

So vibrant, so strong

With you in my arms I
can do no wrong

 

I feel your sweet kisses

All over my neck

As I lay you sweet darling
on the wet shower deck

 

My kisses down on you

How delicious you feel

As I make you my darling
my morning meal

 

You arch towards me

Your lips in mine

As I eat at your table
and sup your sweet wine

 

Your body arches to me

Your moans I hear

As I suck your sweet lips
My darling My dear

 

Your passion erupts

Your waters freely flow

And then my dear we journey
into that wonderful glow

 

I think of you constantly

But that is just one part

For my darling, my baby,
you have captured my heart

 

Your tender smile, carresses

And soft sweet kiss

Oh darling of that I really do miss

 

Your body is nourishment to my soul

But darlling your heart is

What makes me whole.

 

Kent B (c) copyright 2006