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i am Carrie Ann Kawa , i am a poet, a writer, music lover, i enjoy intresting conversations, i love the words of others , i have a deep faith in something bigger then myself , i enjoy life instead of complaining about it , i look at the stars, have a wicked sence of humor and i know some where down the line i will be where i need to be for today is today. i walk where i have no place to go , i talk when there is nothing to say , i dream when i am awake . i am carrie and that is all i am ever going to be .

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

goddess in pain

The Goddess in pain
Tears that are silent in the rain

He sailed his shipped looking for her, his eternity he saw the way the wind captured her , how it took her essence to him
He wanted her, knew her like no other
She saw him: looked into those ocean blue eyes and fell for him handed her heart over to him.
In which he vowed his words of love
She would have loved him forever.
Her body was his, her mind she shared and her soul he could journey through
He claimed her angel, and that he held his breath
He was on his knees pleading that he could not share her with another, pleading his love to her
Their kiss was electric, sparks of fire , the taste of sweet nectar.
In dizzy colors of love
His hands enclosed on hers , the skulls on his wrist watching her
Her feelings for him was intense left her sometimes jealous and insecure and wanting him always
Her patience was true, and her feelings she wore like her nakedness
He misunderstood her words and shaped a knife out of her verbs, stabbed her heart he fell silent and walked away
She tried to tell to tell him, he would not listen.
Her heart grew cold and her eyes turned to fire
The knife is still there, such a pain
She sits on the hill overlooking the water for him to hear her as she sings softly
Other have tried to tell her let it go
He sits there on his vessel like she does not exist , he told himself he could let her go , he did not have to watch her fall turned away from her tears
How could she understand that their time was short, and that he sold his soul to the sea
The sea was stronger than he could ever be ..
He looked out at the sea and sees phantoms’ of her
Ignores his wants, his desires gives into his demented madness
This is his duty, his life
It was easy to go, to walk away
She sits on that hill, looking over the water ---in waiting
The rain and wind starts , drenching her
Her hair turning to ice, the same hair he so wanted to touch
She grew distant more to herself
Heart so broken
11/30/2011
Viking
Carrie ann kawa  

  

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