Ridelova101

I feel your hands in my hair. I feel your breath on my neck. I feel your body pressed so close to mine. I feel your lips on my throat. I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine. I feel you and I love it. I hear you say you love me. I hear you whisper my name. I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you. I hear your breath in my ear. I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep. I hear you and I love it. I see you as I run into your arms. I see your face break through my world of darkness. I see you fight away my fears. I see you wipe away my tears. I see you're in love with me. I see you and I love

Overcome your Writer's Block: If you want to deal with writer's block the plan is simple, tickty-tock Give in to madness, go insane search for words in the midst of rain When you hit the wall on its painted face with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace The secret passage that will lead you through or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue... Oh well... Back to the rhymes that I use to explain If you try to go forward it will be in vain So try a new direction, upward or down Left or right maybe Charlie Brown? There are no limits except in your mind Now do a google search and what do you find? A pond of ideas now stagnant a

If I be struck by lightning for wanting to hear your voice again then let it be. If I be hit by a twenty ton truck for wanting to gaze deeply into your eyes again then let it be. If I be shredded to pieces by a wild beast for wanting to help you through every pain you may have then let it be. If I be shot by a double barrel gun for wanting to feel what it feels to have your fingers laced with mine again then let it be. If I be burned alive for wanting to hear every word you say then let it be. If any of those said be, then let me be For the greater pain of loosing you cannot compare to either of these... But if it be that you no longer

If you’re a performing artist then you’re a master of your emotions. If you’re a visual artist then you’re a master of your creations. If you’re a literary artist then you’re a master of words.

The moment was awkward and all was still One moment we were laughing and then silence prevailed. Our eyes met but I grew afraid— Quickly I blushed and looked the other way. But he just smiled at me and took my hand— Sometimes I just hate it when he always understands. And even more when he tucks my hair behind my ear. He looks at me like that and logic just disappears… I get weak in the knees, my hands start to shake Has anyone ever compared love to an earthquake? If not, I would have to say that’s how it makes me feel I have to sit down or I cannot deal And he just laughs at me as he sets me down Safely, I si

I hate you each time I close my eyes; Reality interferes harsh thoughts inside. A smile misleads and draws me near, I love the way you reduce me to tears. My spirits distract and dissolve my prism confronting beliefs and rendering their prison. And as they keep this shaking dissonance, I hold on to prayers and wish for your presence. Yearning your glance hinders improvement As I enter your aura and refuse movement you aim a smirk and urge me away. And the heart I gave, you continue to fray. So bless my lips and string me along serenade me with your suicide song. Because with you, my smile is a sign of bluffing but without you, my whole exi

Dear you, I can’t explain how I feel. I would say I love you, everything about you, but the words seem overused, their different than the feeling. Don’t blame me for this. It’s not my fault, you’re- you’re, well actually if I had to describe you in one word I’d choose indescribable.  All of you is beyond human comprehension; you’re far more than a few mere vibrations from my throat. You remind me of a star, maybe you’re from a far away star; that’d explain why whenever I’m around you my palms get sweaty and how I heat up until my insides feel like they’re going to burst open and leave me

If I hugged you, would you never let go? If I kissed you, would you cherish that moment? If I reached for your hand, would you take mine gently? If I needed a shoulder, would you let me cry on yours? If I needed to talk, would you really listen? If I needed to scream, would you do it with me? If I needed to go, would you come with me? If I fell for you, would you catch me? or just let me hit the pavement?

So much to do So little time Is what is always said But really, What do we do with our time? What do we do instead? We piddle, we play All night and All day On the computer is where we are So much to search So much to learn So much to forget to do No matter how much they yell or Have strife We never get off If we do, not for long, For we, are slackers for life.

Swirling in the air Tossing and turning around Where is gently swirls