Hard as Stone

Hard On

Hard as Stone

Hard to Be With

Hard to the Touch

Hard Hearted

 

Cold as Ice

Cold to my Touch

Cold as Stone

Cold Eyes

Cold Heart

 

He Is

He Was

My Everything

 

Time Flies

Time to Go

Time to Leave

Time to Escape

 

Love at First Site

Love at First Bite

Love Conquers All

Love Sucks

 

Be still My Heart

A Knife through my Heart

He Laughs

I Cry

 

Love Gained

Love Lost

 

My life - An open Book

He Closed It

 

A Chapter opens Anew

A New Love

 

The Story repeats Itself

 

Again and Again

 

Shall I die for Love?

Or Live again For it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[One Last Drop...]

LIVE AGAIN, D****T!!!

Try and try again. Just keep getting back up on your feet and running straight back into the brawl. Never mind the hurts, just brush it off and get back up! You know, what I'm saying kinda reminds me of a song I like...

"You can push me out the window;
I'll just get back up;
You can run over me with your 18-wheeler truck;
And I won't give up.
You can hang me like a slave;
I'll go underground;
You can run over me with your 18-wheeler but;
You can't keep me down..."
- Pink, "18 Wheeler"

So keep your chin up! Don't let some lousy guy (no offence intended to all you good guys out there!) ruin things for you. Pick yourself up, dust yourself off and keep running. It doesn't matter if you trip a hurdle or two.

~Ash

[Desert Dreamer]

I enjoyed this unique format you used for your poem. I think you should live again for the hope of a new love.

[Onyx_Rayne]

Beautiful write.. and it ends with the question that so many of us ask ourselves, basically, should I try again at love? I think the answer is always YES... regardless of the pain ( which sometimes helps you grow), love is always worth the risk. Even if that happiness only lasts for an hour... that's one more hour that you were in love with all of your heart.

[C. M. Miller]

Ummm, you had me at, "Hard on." :-)
Ahem . . . anyway, of course you will live again for it. You can't, you WON'T die for some man! Love is all powerful, but it can make the powerful weak. And that is the beauty of love. But nobody, neither man or woman, who hurts the other, is worth dying for. All that would do is piss off or sadden your surviving friends and relations; worse still, some of those survivors could even feel guilty of the death because they "should have been there for you," or because of some other survivor guilt-s**t.

Yes, a remarkable brave poem, bearing you soul naked.

[Trisha]

I feel ya girlfriend. Love is a growing experience that opens our eyes to the good and the bad of someone we love and also does the same to us. Well written and something I can totally relate to.