06 Jul 2012
by Deborah Horton
in July 2012, poetry
Tags: friend, friends, friendship
There are those called friend
and the word doesn’t fit
for they are only shells
of what a friend should be.
There are those called friend
who turn out to be users,
liars and backstabbing gossips
nothing a friend should be.
There are those called friend
who are only when they wish it
and not when you truly need them
never what a friend should be.
There are those called friend
who are there through it all
walking heart to heart
always what a friend should be.
04 Jul 2012
by Deborah Horton
in July 2012, poetry
Tags: desire, emotion, feelings, love, relationships, sex
Heat filled days that smolder
the air lapping like tongues of flame
breathing becomes harder to control
each touch a burn to the skin
The flames continue into the night
nothing takes the burn away
now inside and out the fire consumes
rest and start again
The fuel of pent up yesterdays
waiting for the flames to lick
tasting the untouched the fire spreads
leaving behind only the smolder
In the embers the fire is still hot
hidden waiting for the next spark
the next breath so passionately breathed
the burn of this desire
24 Jun 2012
by Deborah Horton
in June 2012, poetry
Tags: emotions, heart maze, life, living, love
Through this maze of darkened struggle
at times lost and still others found
the walk long the truth is not easy
just trying to get up off the ground
Nagging at the corners never quiet
the past it whispers you are there
inside it we try to find the way
afraid to share
We try to run it winds ever still
this heart maze ever changing never finished
all that come in truly never leave
the pieces found along the way
Struggle against the infinity
where is the place without whispers
the twists and turns and on it goes
slaves we have become continuing to walk
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…..
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