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Trade WindsWhat is this love we've found?
So fragile, and yet so strong.
Drawn to each other like magnets.
With a pull so strong, it is undeniable.
Lost within each other's eyes,
Lost without each other apart.
Ever changing like shifting sands,
Washed away to come back again.
Eternal lasting love of two undying souls.
Reunited bodies of hearts never separated.
We've traveled universes across time,
Only to come back to each other again.
It blows in like a gentle breeze in the night,
Or shatters with the forces of trade winds.
At times, so cold, it can leave a chill.
Until again, serenity returns after the storm.
Always knowing, we will survive,
Finding our strength within each other.
Pushing and pulling with each ebb and flow,
Catching and lifting each other up again.
Trading the gifts we bring to each other,
Accepting the shimmer with the tattered.
We are and have all that we both need.
Feeling blessed and thankful for this wonder.
So we hold out our hands, and we embrace it.
Weaving the strands
Waiting for LoveThere was a day you loved me.
I could feel it strong and true.
But something now has changed.
It's not me you choose, but you.
Distance stays between us.
The tides no longer pull.
I'm waiting for you, love,
Do you think I am a fool?
When I love it's true and deep,
Sharing all with lots to give.
Needing to spend time with you,
Days and nights by which we live.
With you, all else comes first.
You work, you play, you date.
That I should be so grateful,
While you leave me here in wait.
I don't think that I ask much.
This is not how love should be.
How can you say you love me,
Yet not want to be with me?
I've given you my love,
In my heart, you'll always stay.
But only you can cherish it,
Or choose to throw away.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Love's ChanceI let go of it all, giving my heart to love's chance.
Things should feel happier when on this ride.
Do I leave on the blinders and stay in my trance?
Or dive deeply head first into the darker side?
Time to be honest and glance in the mirror.
Find what is broken without any fear.
That in the glass is always much nearer.
Hold my head high and don't shed a tear.
I gave my heart freely without holding back.
I can't make you take all the love that I bring.
Maybe it scares you, or it's something I lack.
It could just be another tune you prefer to sing.
Do you pull away now to wrestle your own demon?
Are we pretending everything will be alright?
In dreams, do you hear the crying and screaming?
Wishing for just a little more sleep this one night.
Whatever your reasons, you choose not to share.
Keeping me at a distance and alone once again.
Lovers want to be together and their souls to bare.
Maybe it's time to withdraw and find my own zen.
You tell me your life is hard, and you will be back.
Encroaching DarknessLike a mist of fog, it suddenly appears.
It's always when you least expect it.
Even if it has been gone for years,
Awakening to find you can't reject it.
Why did you have to come back now?
Did you think it was something I miss?
Were you lying in wait just to see how,
As I listened to promises with a kiss?
Something now feels quite different,
Without words, nor rhythm nor rhyme.
Am I loved, or am I simply irrelevant?
Senseless doubt, or just killing time?
I try to shake it, but it's an arduous task.
Kicked down, so I have to climb back.
I fight back tears, and put on my mask.
Indifference, betrayal, it all leaves a crack.
Is it easier to let no one near my heart?
I close my eyes to remember your charms.
Heavy is the loneliness of many days apart.
Still wishing you will catch me in loving arms.
The encroaching darkness I cannot fight,
Or banish it with a wave of my hand.
Hoping it leaves peacefully this night,
As tides scattering shells on the sand.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
The Artist's MindEnjoying the breeze on this near perfect day,
Making me feel I've got something to say.
A spritzer of rain, some drops, not just one.
Somehow, they all forgot to tell the sun.
Clouds puffed and proud, piled double high.
White grey marshmallows in a blue azure sky.
Doves retreat to where they've been nesting.
I'm among the flowers, where I lie resting.
I absorb it all in, to help nurture my ideas.
My own playground, creativity without fears.
For I find there is art, no matter where I look.
In nature, on walls, or in pages of a book.
Especially now, with the colors of Spring,
It makes it so easy for me to do my thing.
Taking its essence to a drawing or photograph,
Or writing poetry to bring a smile, tear, or laugh.
A shade or a hue might inspire a collection.
Shapes and patterns find a whole new direction.
Embroidered with beads, woven into a bracelet,
Transformed into beauty by an artist's inner outlet.
For here in my world, it's never just black and white.
I can find inspiration watchi
For DianaMy heart is now breaking.
This day has turned too sad.
Life was once ours for the taking.
Some thought we were quite mad.
So ambitious and we were fearless,
Growing up in more ways than one.
Dancing till the night was starless,
And continuing far into the sun.
Leaving trails of broken hearts,
Hard-pressed to find the one.
Never worried, for we had smarts.
It was Peter who your heart won.
Watching as our children grow,
All beginning lives of their own.
Wishing they would always know,
All the love to them we've shown.
Love is all we really need to live.
It fills our hearts and all our needs.
We share all that we have to give,
Both in our words and in our deeds.
Time passes, with miles in between.
We had dreams to write our memoirs.
Dear friend, it's now your parting scene.
Forever loved, you'll now dance among stars.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
Lost AgainSomehow I'm lost again,
Lost between two worlds.
Lost in your words.
Lost deep in a fog.
Did I miss a beat?
Is it now time to retreat?
A blast straight from hell.
Always breaking love's spell.
Diving backwards into the abyss,
A black all-consuming spiral.
Will there be a hand outreaching,
To pull me back safe and sound?
I feel like I'm drowning.
Maybe I've been under too long.
What was I thinking?
Maybe I wasn't thinking.
Why is this so surreal?
But then it's never real.
Not for too long anyway.
A brief moment of bliss.
A smile sealed with a kiss.
Visuals of my dreams and desires.
Burning now in smoke and fires.
I don't know what I need.
I don't know what I want.
Only my wet tears are real.
I'm lost again is all I feel.
©2014 Carol Gregoire
Cuddle TimeCandlelight adds a touch of romance.
Tonight is ours, a much needed break.
We sing karaoke and you twirl me to dance.
Some good wine and chocolate we intake.
A brief respite from the outside world.
Our hearts have been playing with fires.
Come closer now, we need cuddle time.
We place on hold even our own desires.
We strip away all of the insanities,
Dressed now in just our underwear.
No need for ego or our vanities,
In each others' arms, we take care.
So tired and tense from all we do.
Massage away knots with a touch.
You are my oasis, the waters blue.
For this moment, I've longed so much.
No words now; there isn't a need.
Being together is perfect enough.
Here in the present, time unhurried.
Energies renew from all things tough.
We could be anywhere, but we're here now,
And this is where we choose to keep.
It doesn't matter how long, why or how.
We're always touching, even in our sleep.
Awakened refreshed, a new day begun.
Birds chirping as they perch on the ledge.
We take our coffee
To an Internet AdmirerI can't love someone I've never met.
My heart just doesn't work that way.
You tell me that you won't forget.
Well this is what I have to say:
You don't know my face,
You don't know my heart,
You don't know my name,
We're too far apart.
I know I seem cold,
But I cannot lie.
It would be unfair
For me to comply.
I can’t love a dream.
I need someone real.
I need true passion.
I need to feel.
I’m flattered by your compliments
That’s all my feelings consist of.
How can I love a dream
When I can’t even find real love?
I'm in loveI'm in love
in love with your smiles
loving your beautiful eyes
believe me you are enough
enough and much more, my love
I'm in love
your voice gives me shivers
my tears flow like rivers
when i deeply miss you
and want to kiss you
I'm in love
hoping to touch your skin
where have you all years been?
i want to ask you when we meet
you are not just a dream, my sweet
StormThe perfect storm approaches,
pulls the strings, my strings.
I walk a path, light torches.
The storm is what love brings.
A thunder deafens birds momentously,
erases songs, all sounds at all.
It hits, then burns tremendously
and all that stands shall fall.
There is the cyclone, spins around.
Scatters wits with none of force.
All matter crumbles to the ground,
all planets change their course.
I welcome you, my lovely,
crush my being times again.
Make me feel alive and holy
like only your love can.
Canto Hacia La LuzCuál será el lugar
A donde van
¿Rechazados por ti?
Puede que el infierno
Sea su morada
Al no tenerte
Desean la muerte.
Te quiere lejos
De su pluma
Y de sus versos.
La estrella fugaz
Que nos inspira
En su efímera marcha
Vive en tu mirada.
Ella nos reta
A capturar su esencia
Renuente a ser
Traducida en letras.
Lleno de locos
Reclama la corono
Hundida en inocencia
Vuestra dama no ve
Es tu belleza.
La rebelde impotencia
Líder del partido
Reprimido en mi conciencia.
Detener la sublevación
Te daría mis ojos
Portadores de pasión.
Para que así
Veas en su magnificencia
La luz de las estrellas
Que iluminan mi vida.
A beautiful manA sculptured face of ice
lingers in between the locks of gold.
Lids closing over glacier eyes.
His beauty is the oldest story told.
The music box stops playing
as deft long fingers break it.
His breath on me is flaying,
my soul is pained and naked.
Why his skin is cold like marble?
Also pale, and soft, and lifeless?
His cold kisses tend to startle.
Why his heart is broken clueless?
He says he's waiting in the dark,
gathering dust on shelves of love.
But in fact his hollow body's stark,
his feelings stolen by a dove.
Seasons of the HeartWinter wind reaches, fingers fleeting,
Thunder storms and rain drops streaming.
Winter strangled hearts, cold seeping.
Moments fleeting, moments fleeting.
Spring flowers blooming, soft breeze blows,
Water's sweet kisses; dew-grass glows.
Hearts healing as shy sun beams flow.
We can all grow, we can all grow.
The sun's light grows with strength and flair,
Blinding, warming all in its glare.
Passionate hearts walking on air.
No time to care, no time to care.
Red leaves falling drift, slowing time,
Soft sun is setting, finishing its clime.
Love's heat lingers, withstanding time.
Sweet hearts still chime, sweet hearts still chime.
Admitting DefeatIt feels like giving up...
Raised wrists up high
To the awaiting shackles.
Fore fitting the game, gone awry,
And halfway through an inning..
I'm reaching to hand off the baton...
But I've barely made my way
around the first bend...
Everything that was effected that day,
has been fading...
Everything except for my pride...
But my survival instincts are kicking in,
My pride is screaming,
But my heart within
Is begging my brain stop day dreaming,
And realize that I cannot win...
The words are painful...
They slice my soul
and break my metaphorical spine,
creating an obvious hole...
There is this slump in my person,
this weak point in my way...
I will always know;
I couldn't do it alone for another day.
What is stronger...
Or carrying on...
Because I have never felt so weak.
Song fic introduccionsongfic introduccion..
esta sera corta pero al estilo manga medio raro XD asi que vemaos ocmo me sale..
Lo ame tanto por mucho tiempo....
Para que el destino me lo quitara...
Soy tu mejor amigo...
Gracias por consolarme siempre...
Tu panuelo de lagrimas...
Por estar siempre ahi...
De amores perdidos...
Por protegerme de los demas..
Yo solo te abrazo...y te acaricio..
Me pides mil consejos para protegerte de tu proximo encuentro...
Si tu supieras que me estoy muriendo..
No quiero perderte a ti tambien..tengo miedo..
Quisiera decirte lo que siento..
Te amo tambien..
Pure Love, Itself, To MeYour image is engraved
Deep within my heart...
There, it shall remain
Unaltered and ingrained,
Impervious to pain...
And the years you've sown
With those tears you've known.
For, you will always be
My soul's sustenance...
Pure love, itself, to me.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
In the SilenceThe air is cool, and the night is so dark.
Stilling silence, but for an occasional bark.
It beckons for me to come wander outside.
How I wish tonight, you were here by my side.
Looking up, my eyes are drawn to the sky.
I see a lone, silver plane and watch it fly.
I try to guess where it might be going.
In its hold, what it could be stowing.
Many stars are in the sky tonight.
So I wish I may, and I wish I might.
I'm mesmerized by the crescent moon.
Just like with you, I will never be immune.
It's nice to know it's the same thing you see.
I wonder if you gaze up and think about me.
Do you feel my presence, warm and close,
Or hear my words in your mind's echoes?
For you, like a shadow, follow me around.
Always present, but not yet found.
I long for the day, to be held in your arms.
To be swept away by all your charms.
Till then I find comfort in the silence here.
I know you will find me, I have no fear.
True love is stronger than all that is gold.
So I wait and watch our kismet unfold.
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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