19 Jun 2012
by Deborah Horton
in June 2012, poetry
Tags: dreams, emotions, visions
Seeping into my dreams like a misty fog
nothing I can do to stop it
it invades my sleep an uninvited intruder
until you become all that I can see
Between the fog of awake and asleep it exists
this dream I cannot remove from my mind
over and over the scenes replay
and you are always there
It comes only in the night when I cannot prevent it
filling my thoughts with feelings believed to be long dead
as if you are right there with me I can almost smell you as I sleep
and it is you who is always there
As awakening approaches they start to fade
the vision becomes dimmer by the daylight through the window
and just like before I wake to find
that you were never there at all
20 May 2012
by Deborah Horton
in May 2012, poetry
Tags: emotion, love, passion
It whispers across my soul in the slightest touch
seeping into my heart wanting it so much
breathing in my spirit all consuming fire
filling every part rivers of desire
The whispers become louder my soul begins to ache
my heart cries out waiting for you to take
the spirit waits to be fulfilled
my body yearning just to yield
The whispers become screams as passion overflows
the heart an intensity no one knows
my spirit filled to bursting crying out for more
the body shaken to the core
It whispers in the aftermath a tingle and a hum
my heart surrounded by everything love and then some
my spirit satisfied and filled with love complete
my body where we two lovers meet
29 Apr 2012
by Deborah Horton
in April 2012, poetry
Tags: emotions, feelings, lies, love
Lies are not only those spoken
not only promises broken
also those kept hidden
omission and yet the same
The secrets kept in the dark
ones that eat away at the heart
knowing the truth saying it never
lies that reside in forever
Thinking it’s okay to keep them quiet
believing they are not really lies
because you never say them out loud
knowing they are yet keeping them still
It is the omission that tears the soul
eats away at the love that once was
even worse than those spoken
it’s the quiet lies that leave us broken
22 Apr 2012
by Deborah Horton
in April 2012, poetry
Tags: future, life, living, past, present
There is no promise of tomorrow
no guarantee of another day
nothing to assure a life lived longer
no promise one can have
Yesterday is gone past now dead
those things mean nothing now
forgotten pains worthless hurts
now past away into shadow
Tomorrow not promised not even here
no need to worry or to fret
nothing one can do about what is not here yet
something that is only a possibility
There is only today only this moment
everything else means little
one promise only to live in this day
for it is all we truly have
15 Apr 2012
by Deborah Horton
in April 2012, poetry
Tags: emotion, forever, lies, love
For most it’s just a word in poems or cards
something casually thrown around by those in love
a platitude overused and poorly so
with little thought to what it really means
Those that will say forever to try and prove their love
others who say it to try and hold on to false love
even more who use it as part of their lies
none of them caring the pain it causes when it’s over
But then there are those who know what it means
who truly feel it in their souls
when they say it they honestly believe it
it’s not just a word for them
Those that toss it around casually are many
the others who truly know what it means are few
I’ve had plenty of the first kind and the pain they bring
which is why I am truly thankful for you and a love that is true
11 Apr 2012
by Deborah Horton
in April 2012, poetry
Tags: future, hurt, life, love, past, stronger
The past serves only one purpose, to make you stronger
to learn and move on
to let go and grow
to never look back always forward
Those who hurt you only serve to make you stronger
every lie and betrayal
every unkind word and deed
every fresh stab of the knife
only gives you strength
There is no life living in the past
dwelling on things gone and meaningless
there is only what’s ahead
the future and what you make of it
No need to live in constant blame
to reopen the wounds of the past
they are gone and done
and you can now choose to live stronger
05 Apr 2012
by Deborah Horton
in April 2012, poetry
Tags: choices, emotions, feelings, happy, thoughts
Whether or not one is happy is not a product of environment
what is happening to them, what they are going through
it has nothing to do with their struggles or joys
if someone hurt them or loved them
Whether or not one is happy has only to do with what they believe
what they allow to become manifest in their thoughts
what they allow to take over their minds
not their emotions, not their hearts
Whether or not one is happy is completely controlled within
it is not the without that affects how one feels
it is how they let the without affect how they think
happy is within their control
Just like being happy is within your control
what you think is manifest into how you feel
and no one, nothing, can make you feel anything unless you allow it
happy is as happy thinks….you choose whether or not to think happy
what will you choose today…..
18 Mar 2012
by Deborah Horton
in March 2012, poetry
Tags: emotions, freaks, hidden, life
We are all just freaks inside
some on display some who hide
there’s always something just below
some in public some they don’t know
It could be something simple and small
or something waiting to consume all
the small voice never quiet
sometimes controlled sometimes a riot
We are all just freaks of one kind or another
some show the world some try to smother
the freaks we can live with and those we don’t
those we have as friends and those we won’t
Everyone all of us freaks in this life together
some still grounded yet others on a tiny tether
those who live easy and those who struggle not to die
some who seem quite normal and those who just wonder why
In end we are all freaks walking through this life
some who get along and some know only strife
those who feel love and others who know pain
yet and still beautiful freaks we are all again
04 Mar 2012
by Deborah Horton
in March 2012, poetry
Tags: emotion, feelings, love, memories, past
Somehow the past remains at the edges
lapping against the mind as waves upon the sand
taking a bit here and a bit there leaving no trace
and yet you feel it there a shadow and a thought
You believe that you’ve moved beyond the past
that regret is not something you live with
but at the edges its cold and icy fingers reach in
and you can barely feel it
You work to stay in the center avoiding the dark edges
keeping the shadows of what was out of the what is
pushing down the memories pushing back on the waves
always reconstructing the wall
The memories they whisper they brush at your mind
each one growing fainter and yet the icy touch still there
time to push back move away towards the center
live as if they don’t exist
23 Feb 2012
by Deborah Horton
in February 2012, poetry
Some people spend their lives living just the same
their high school years stretch into a decade
living at home doing the same things always with the same people
never making anything more of well….anything at all
They go from small job to small job
going from college to college when they wash out yet again
spending their nights and weekends in an alcoholic blur
nothing to show for any of it
Everyone sees it but them they never see the truth
always living in some deluded vision of who they truly are
judging others who try and live happier lives
while they have nothing to show for their own
Yet in their tiny minds they see themselves as bigger
better than the truth of it so delusional
little man syndrome in every sense of it so completely small
becoming nothing doing nothing always the same
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