Poems by Stormfire (acx book reading TXT) 📖

Dreaming of You?

I find myself dreaming of you,
But I don't even know you.
I know not of your voice,
Is that a bad choice?
I know not of your life,
I know not of your strife.
Nor do you,
We know this to be true.
I know my dream you,
But is it the same as the real you?
I see your dark hair,
I see that you care.
Your dark eyes with sweet desire,
Makes my heart burn with fire.
Your touch warm as a summers breeze,
Makes my heart freeze.
A kiss that is softer than a brush of a rose petal across my lips,
The gentalest caress on my finger tips.
There I find myself dreaming of you,
Could I really know you?

Time, Life,and Death

Time is endless,
Sometimes senscless.
One never knows how long we have to use,
We never know what we have to lose.
Smoke rising to the sky as those that have perished,
Wishing to run into the smoke to save those you cherished.
Flames rise to engulf what you once called home,
Ones you lost have gone home.
Death is apart of life so I'm told,
But I just feel cold.
Others don't understand what makes me this way,
I can't make the feeling to evaporate away.
Can't cry,
I don't know why?
Am I without a heart as my peers say?
So much hurt makes my world sway.
Be thankful for every day,
It maybe your last you have to spend,
For everyones day must come to an end.

NightMare.

Back to age six,
You just to get your fix.
Why do you do this?,
NO! I don't want to give you a kiss.
I thought you learned,
Or was all that time just burned?
Thirteen years have passed,
Another glance you cassed.
Fear is coming,
I know I need to be running.
I have no where to run or hide,
If what happened then happens now I will sure wish I died.
I am afraid to sleep,
No one for myself to keep.
Will light find me?
Willdark consume me?

Authers Note

All my poems come from a time when I was realy happy or on the brink of saying, "GOODBEYE," to who I was and just exist. To people that barly know me you wouldn't sespect a thing was wrong, because I would smile and laugh, but I well you it was only serfuce deep it never would reach my eyes. I come to realize in some ways my writtings could be great if I took more time to write. My mind creates stories all the time. Some people that pass me by on the street may think I am crazzy, because I talk to myself, but in a way it keeps me sain. Most never realy see me deep in thought, but I always am. The most amazing book and works read today people back when they where written thought those who wrote it were not mentaly sound. Granted some where and some where not, but then again they may have been. Others judge by what they see or hear, but most never realy take the time to get to know them before judging character.

My Wish

Once Upon a Wish

´´Wish it... dream it... do it!” Famous words but if a person truly wishes hard enough will it happen? “One wish is all I need” I used to believe but now I’m not so sure. My mother always says, “Be careful what you wish for it might just happen and than you realize that what you get is not really what you want, then what?”. If I truly could have one wish that I knew for sure that there would be no regret, I believe it would feel as glorious as a smooth touch of a flower, but firm or strong with every caressing moment as the hand moves to the back of my neck. This feeling would send flames coursing through my vanes with every gentle brush of the lips across my skin. Sound as soft as a breeze through the wild grass on an old river bank with every whispered sweet nothing in my ear. The taste of passion in every luscious kiss more exciting than a toddler’s first happy meal on its third birthday. The deep dark iris's sending waves of ecstasy lancing through my body and knots of desire deep within my core. A scent that is akin to crushed pine needles in the beginning of the spring rains, a scent that sends me spiraling uncontrollably back through memories of better days, and know no comparison to that moment. What I'm truly wishing for is a guy that knows what is needed in a relationship and in life. A guy that pushes himself to the limit every day yet does not act macho. I wish for what is in my opinion the perfect guy. My wish come true! All I hope I am just as much as he is to me.

Love, Wind, and Fire.

Love like the wind is untamable,
Fire makes everything desirable.
Wind and love are forever,
You are my treasure.
Love burns bright as fire,
You never seem to tire.
Wind shows strength,
You are my strength.
Others change who they are like they change clothes,
You stay you from start to end.
Fire describes your strong will,
Wind describes your free will to more where you desire.
Love is what you give me every day even in our vast distance.
You are you and that is what I love.
Never change for others, just for you.

The Price Was Paid!

You open my eyes once again,
I see hope again.
What now is gone will not be forgot,
I will remember all who fought.
Strangers, family, and friends died,
For freedom they all tried.
For this we should be thankful,
They fought faithfully.
For freedom of heart and land,
Time has come to take a stand.
The week will fall,
The strong are hear for the call.
Who will you choose to be?
Will you finally see?
Freedom doesn’t come free for life,
This comes with a bunch of strife.

Wonders of my own...

You leave to find someone.
Is this person who you are?
No matter where you go you will feel lost until you look to who you are.
You tell people you know who you are, but do you really?
You push every one away that