She walks in the night’s shadows, soliciting customers as they pass by. There is a sadness in her eyes; a profoundly deep and troubled look, that only the streets could fathom. The years have passed by, and her once radiant beauty has turned into a weathered face, and aging body. The streets are cold and unforgiving, as it takes of her essence and leaves her destitute with no assurance of life or future happiness. She is lost in a world of drugs and alcohol as she sells herself to feed her addiction. Her heart is heavy with sorrow and her story is one of pain and turmoil. She stands under a street light and lights a cigarette. She inhales deeply and allows the nicotine to enter her lungs and invade her bloodstream. Her eyes show no emotion as she stares into the dark night. Eyes that scour blocks and alleyways for signs of imminent danger, while at the same time keeping a keen sense for potential customers as she makes her rounds on a summer night in Hunts Point. She can feel a piece of her soul leave her every time the undignified exchange takes place. After the deed is done, crumpled and dirty bills are given, while more than flesh is taken. Still, the night goes on, as shadowy figures move about on the rough and gritty streets. She seeks out other peddlers of the night to make another exchange, but this time she will pay for the euphoria she seeks; it has become a part of her now. She relies on it to make it through the night. The days wane and the nights are long. It lies dormant during the day, but it is in the night, that the streets are awakened with activity. The sordid cycle is repeated again and again; Faces disappear and are never seen again. The years fade away like leaves in the wind. Some familiar characters can still be seen walking on dark blocks, as the sound of crushed glass can be heard under foot. A look into their eyes, and the soul can be seen. In a moment’s notice their story is told.
Tag: Thoughts
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My lady; how was your day? I have long awaited your arrival. Let me take the time to say I love you, and that you are a wonderful woman and excellent mother. This evening, let us do something out of the ordinary. Let us go out on the town and enjoy the evening. Let me romance you, as we discuss the origins of our love, and remember our first kiss. Darling, you are a beautiful woman; your eyes speak to my soul. Your elegance is unprecedented, and your soothing voice moves me into deep and undiscovered emotions. I remember your tears of joy the day I asked you to be my wife, forever to love and cherish. I have taken you to your favorite restaurant, and have ordered your most enjoyable appetizers and entrees. We will savor sweet red wine with our fine meals, and share desert. How was your dinner my love? Allow me to move my chair closer to yours, so I can hold and kiss you. Let the crowds gaze upon our affection and see the nature of our true love. In these precious moments our love is rekindled over and over. I truly only have eyes for you. The night is young yet, my darling. Let us enjoy live music in an intimate setting, and slowly dance together while we kiss. I love seeing your smile and hearing your laughter, as humor fills our hearts. With the cares of the world behind us, a nightcap is certainly warranted. My lady, I want you now more than ever; let us take our leave and go to our home. We will explore each other passionately, and with profound sensuality. I will pleasure you unselfishly, and we will go to the deeper depths, and higher heights of intimacy. You are my one and only love. Goodnight honey; let us sleep in peaceful bliss.
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The scent of her perfume intoxicates me. She is soft and feminine. Gold bangles on her wrists and she wears her necklace beautifully. She is loving and giving of herself. Always endearing. Always even tempered. Slow to anger and full of life. She is joyful. She is beautiful inside and out; a patient and loving mother who children adore and love. The tone of her voice is as calm and peaceful as a valley stream, and her songs are as beautiful as gold leaf. Her almond eyes are mysterious and entrancing; she is my friend, a queen who would never see her king fall.
When we are gone our legacy of love will forever touch the world and the remnants of our names will be eternally whispered. The depths and strength of our love spoken of like an ancient mystery. I could never replace her nor would I want to; her long black hair falls delicately and rests on the silhouette of her back. I stare in amazement and ponder, what can I do but smile? She smiles back at me and nothing needs to be said; no words spoken. I love her.
She is my lady and I care for her, and trust her with my life. In the morning when I go out she says a prayer for me and when I return she kisses me gently and embraces me in her warmth. I’ve missed her and it’s a joy to see her. We are forever connected, and if she were ever to cry, her tears would be my tears, and when she laughs her joy is my joy. As night falls the moon is bright. I open a window to let in the cool night air, and as she lie, the moonlight reflects on her shimmering skin. Her face and body are illuminated; she is beautiful. She falls asleep peacefully and I cover her body with white linen and kiss her. It begins to storm outside.
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Her elegance and the the way she moves captivates me. She brushes her long hair and begins to sing. Joy fills the room and she is happy. I love these moments with her; the way she takes away the restless thoughts and worries of the world. She is a free spirit. An intelligent and kind woman whose beauty is unparalleled. She is a breath of fresh air; eclectic, and non-argumentative; we come together in love and understanding. We live in peace and harmony. We had both been hurt before and we found each other. Two kindred souls who had loving hearts, and a lot of love to give. We were a haven and a shelter for one another. We embraced and wrapped ourselves in the warmth of our love and we never looked back.
I love looking at her; she brings me joy and warms my heart. We talk effortlessly. So much emotion; so much love. So many feelings involved. I had prayed to find a woman like her; to find real love. A love that can’t be explained or conveyed. A love that is unbreakable. We spent many late nights sharing our stories of hurt and pain. We cried together; we bonded and held each other. We both found a rock and shelter in the storm; a haven for the brokenhearted and those with heavy sorrows. A place with warmth and light; a place where there is joy and peace. We value it; we fight for it. It is worth more than gold. More than diamonds. We honor each other. We love each other.
It is a deeper understanding that is ethereal in nature. A heavenly experience; so much more than anything physical. It’s a transcending of this world, and of time and space. Our connection is an unprecedented occurrence that is dynamic in nature. Exuberant, and as bright as the sun. The immense constellations connect and tell the tale of our love. Light is released and every dark place is illuminated. We are one. Inseparable in this life and the next; distance could never hinder us; time could never break us. Death could never conquer us. Our hearts beat as one. Our descendants will carry our light and spread love throughout the world, touching hearts and minds. Eternally our love will live on.
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Her plight is suffering; her plight is pain
A seemingly incessant and perpetual rain
She is misunderstood by those she knows
Who dismiss her sorrow and deride her woes
With arrogance they laugh at her secret plight
If they only knew her struggle and fight
She has suffered in silence for many years
She has kept her secret and hidden her fears
A woman abandoned by those she loved
Abused and traumatized; Deprived of love
It has taken a toll on her precious mind
For her mental health has been in decline
Her treatments and therapy have never helped
So she lives with the anguish inside of herself
She self-medicates to numb the pain
This is a story of sorrow;
Anna is her name. -
In summer dreams, and beautiful thoughts I see,
Colors of lilac in beautiful splendor waiting for me;
In gardens lovely and rocky hills, peace overtakes me,
And calms my ills. O, lilac trees how gorgeous are you!
Your different colors are like a dream come true.
In spring you bloom till summer’s end, then the winter comes
And you’re gone again. I will patiently wait till the winter wanes,
And in the dawn of spring I will call your name. -
Dark thoughts engulf my being as my will grows weak; I am tired but I can’t sleep. I am hungry, but I can’t eat. My essence has been taken away from me; I no longer know who I am. Fear has infused itself in me; I have lost my identity. Anxiety has rendered me listless; it has consumed my energy. Falling and falling; In a deep pit I am falling perpetually. The sun doesn’t shine here. The moon has turned to blood. Floods of illness chase me. They want to test my resolve. Am I loved? Am I secured? I laugh with madness at the blatant absurdity of the questions that seem to follow me. It is my own thoughts that haunt me. Plaguing me day after day like a wretched virus. “Go away, go away, don’t come back another day,” I say, but they never leave. Despair has been like an unwanted friend who has overstayed his welcome. Insomnia has forced me to stay up with him because misery loves company. The lack of sleep has diminished my every step. The days wane, and I have become a creature of the night. In zombie like state, stumbling around on dark streets, seeking hope in dark corners or at least some type of slight reprieve. Other night walkers pass by as we stare at each other with eyes of melancholy. Our eyes widen and illuminate in the dark, as a trail of anguish fades behind us. We are the creatures of the night; the night walkers who convey our stories of pain with a look into the eyes, but we never speak. In silence we walk. At 4am listen closely for the faint shuffling of feet.
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In darkness it has found me;
In deep waters it seeks to drown me;
It hides from the light
But comes back at nightTo rob me of my sleep;
In the early morning I weep;
There is no one there to hear
My misery and my fearIn my sad and darkest hours,
Alone my afflictions I bear.
A heavy cross to carry;
I seek eternal lifeI cry out to the Lord,
But suffering is my plight.
My every waking hour,
Is filled with suffering and painA horrid creature stalks me;
Insomnia is its name. -
I gave all of myself to you. I gave you my doubt, my fears, my tears, my love, my joy, my desires, my secrets, and my passion. Sometimes I was hard to understand and there were times I wanted to be alone, but you were patient and you didn’t give up on me. You didn’t give up on us. You mean the world to me and I love you. You’re a gorgeous woman with a soft feminine touch. I remember the restless nights I couldn’t sleep and you calmed me; the days I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders and you would kiss me and tell me you love me. You understand me more than any other woman. You have a deep understanding of me as a person; of my life and what I’ve been through. Your value to me is worth more than gold and diamonds.
You are a blessing to me; a true woman of strength and love. I consider myself blessed to have you in my life. Many men desire you, but you chose me. The first time I laid eyes on you, I knew I wanted you to be mine. Your beauty captivated me and I couldn’t turn away. I knew in my heart If I hadn’t approached you that very minute, I would have cursed myself for being cowardly, and you would have run through my mind for an eternity. The allure of your voice enticed me to be more straightforward than usual, and I told you directly that you would be mine and I needed to know more about you. With an air of skepticism you listened, but you were gracious enough to indulge my boyish enthusiasm.
I found a comfort in you; a compassionate and reserved woman, you were easy to talk to and very well spoken. I was intrigued by your knowledge and profound wisdom. My lustful eyes also gazed at your attire that conformed to your shape; your open toe heels and coach glasses were seductive; your perfect lipstick and bright eyes appealed to me, but I hadn’t yet found the depths of you. I hadn’t explored your love, your patience, or your mannerisms. Oh, you are so much more than any external beauty could reveal. In our many days and nights of talking, we confided in each other. I told you things I had never told anyone before. There was a natural easiness in our conversations. I felt like I had discovered an undiscovered jewel that had been overlooked by so many men, because they were so fixated on just your physical attributes. Yes, you attracted me physically, but I wanted and needed to know you much more intimately.
I was interested in the depths of your mind; the experiences you had been through and what moved you. Those intimate moments of our devotion made me feel like a new man. I realized that I had found something special. A diamond; something rare and beautiful, and I found it in you. For the first time I let out all of my thoughts and secrets, and I knew in my heart you would never betray my trust. We spoke of things, deep and profound; we confided in each other and formed an unbreakable bond. The first time we made love, it was deep and intense; Our souls connected on higher heights of intimacy. We have a deep love and affection for each other. Our love and commitment will endure, forever and always.
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The face of an angel. Gorgeous glowing skin, pearly white teeth and a beautiful smile. She can light up any room and brighten the faces of those she encounters. A radiance is around her and she is beautiful. She radiates love, tenderness, empathy, and care for others. She is a strong woman who has been through many trials and tribulations; the life lessons she has learned, enables her to be a mother to those who are motherless and a comforter to the hopeless and fearful. Many have cried before her while telling the stories of their pain and suffering. She is a quiet and patient listener; her eyes convey the depth of her emotion and her face is flush with empathy. She dries their eyes and gives a soft kiss on the cheek. That alone comforts; that alone gives the strength to carry on another day. The notion that someone cares. This beautiful angel that gives of herself; a woman who has genuine sympathy for those who are lost and trying to find their way through this world. She was lost before and now knows the way out of the darkness. She holds the light, and many follow because they trust her; because they love her.
Every time they leave her, they take a piece of her with them. Sometimes she gets tired; the constant giving of herself and of her essence can be burdensome, but she is strong enough to carry it. She arrives home and her husband has prepared a warm bath for her. He kisses her and holds her tight. He has a special affinity, love and appreciation for her, and he honors her. You see, he had given up on life. He was without hope and love, and she saved his life. She believed in him and gave him a reason to live. She gave him the love he needed. She fed and clothed him, and she cared for him. He loves her more than can be described by any words, and he is now a rock for her. She can lean on him and he is a shelter in the storm. He protects her and would lay down his life for her without question. Often time, he reflects on how her love rescued him from a life of pain and misery, and tears can’t be held back. He holds and kisses his wife. Tears roll down her face at the remembrance of the struggles they both went through and the undying love they now have for each other. “I love you so much, thank you for loving me” he says with tears in his eyes. “ I will always love you,” she says softly.
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