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Goodbye and thank you 2012 for opening the Opuss door for me...
A woman who weaves deep emotions into words, dictated by her heart, felt by her soul, whispered softly in a poem.
Goodbye and thank you 2012 for opening the Opuss door for me...
One of the most tiring things to do yet our greatest prerogative in life is to be able to make choices. Good or bad. Right or wrong. Happy or sad.
Merry Christmas everyone. Missing you all and your wonderful writings. - danabelle.
Empty sheet, Overflowing ink; Thoughts, chaotic; Hushed, pressed lips. Endless tasks, Haste-cuffed hands; Spirit seeks relief, yet Body yields to sleep. Missing the Opuss family... ~danabelle...
If love cannot be coerced in nor out of us, then does love decide on its own whether to stay or leave. But if you truly love someone, why did you leave.
What have I become. You left neither with an adieu nor with Traces and trail for me to seek or chase.
The truth hurts -- a lot sometimes... but it gives us a fair chance to make our own choices, and a clearer view of which path to take. ~danabelle 10.22.12.
A taste of pleasure; Phantom of arising guilt - The forbidden kiss. ©danabelle 10.22.12.
Half awake, Half asleep; Half of my pillow, Soaked with tears. Half smiling, Half whining; Half of my wishes, Torn into pieces.
Stunning bed of well-foliated carpet blooms; Vivid hues of yellow, pink and apple blossom. Ashen rose beneath the forest's hovering gloom, With its spines, dearly I hold nigh my bosom.
Velvety earth underneath my flaming soles, Sprinkled wet with raindrops full of sorrows; Amidst unripe carpets of hissing bluegrass, Shivery air; brackish sudor turned crystals.
Dawn spreads Its charm in amber Blue; stars let Go of the sky. Silhouettes lose Their mystery; Morn unfolds before My dreary eyes.
Caged heart, Agitated soul; Truth suppressed, By vows you've sworn. Throne denies Battle of desires; Jailed in a mansion, To preserve the troth.
Vast and Deep The dark Satin blue, But not As deep as My love For you. The moon Throbs, Robbing me Of sleep; Sun shed Its lonely Tears, And as They drip, So does Hope fleets.
Happy 1st Monthsary, Opuss and me. .
If anyone aspires to be of service to God and people, no religious vows and rules are necessary; only the purest intention and faithful commitment guided by innate awareness of morality.
I sense the Scorching stares Crawling distressingly From head to sole, Baring the superficial; Unsolicited glances Pierce skin to core, Tormenting the soul, Inches to whole.
My mistakes and troubles do not define my character, but how I have learned and dealt with them with grace, humility and dignity. ~danabelle 09.29.12.
Someday, All the Pain will Go away, And what Will remain Are Memories Not of What put Me in Shame -- But Memories Of what Made me Wise.
Love can be the reason for misery, but if we allowed love to hurt us, we should allow love to heal us -- at least the love for thyself.
Drizzles of Fireflies surround The distant Crystal sphere. Frosty blaze Endeavors Against misty Shadows, as if To illuminate the Dimness within, Yet it fails.
For what good is a heart That has no one to beat for. What good is a life that Has no love to live for. - danabelle.
Your Eyes Were the Spark; Your Kiss my Scarlet Ink. Your Passion, Its warmth; Your Love, its Essence -- Its soul And Its heart. When you Left Without A trace, The Poetess Lost her Grace.
True friends stick with you no matter what.
Love cannot be coerced out of our system. We can choose not to show it, but it remains there, until it chooses to leave on its own. - danabelle.
If the sound of my lyre Could travel like air waves To reach you while asleep When the moon gleams at its peak; If its echoes will be repeatedly Whispered by cherubim Like a church bell from...
When like a candle now, Your light has ceased; When like the sun, Your warmth subsided; After your radiance completely left me, Alone in the dimness that knows no morning or night; The...
Now, from these eyes Stream rivers of broken Hymns, troubled thoughts And shattered dreams; Crippled soul shackled by The shadows of your falsity, Tormented with thorns of Deviousness and pretense.
He unfolds his lids ahead of cockcrow, Yielding to his calling though not wanting To loosen the tightness of his arms Around my waist, while I am still drowned In pleasant and tranquil dreamings.
Cold is the breeze; void is the soul, Yearning creeps in, from crown to sole. Traces concealed; powerless my sight, Hope, an ember, fading in the night.
It is in the darkness that we are able to see who among our friends shine, and who among them are truly willing to share their light. -danabelle 09.14.12.
Ignoring a painful past does not contribute to moving on.
Another day, another chance to pick up some pieces, another step forward to moving on. ~danabelle.
The dancing ocean waves hum in lamentable strains Of broken octaves, crisp but faint; brushing my bare soles Resting upon the awaiting quiet shore, as if to take grief Back to the abyss, where it...
Grains of corals And rock adrift, As seasons change In raging waves. Memories flow Tunefully with The gushing stream; Sharp yet agitating, Barely consoling, Rousing the weary soul.
Must I be within your grasp For your touch to comprehend The unspoken lyrics of my heart.
If I could withdraw the thorns Slowly tormenting your body and soul And pierce them onto my own, So I shall be the one to feel The agony brought by the Ruins and remains of yesterday, Robbing you...
Deep is the pain for great is the love; and forgetting -- impossible..
If you shall unfold your lids at the Break of dawn, awakened by my stillness; And when the coldness of early morn Seem to reach the core of your Searching and solitary soul, Finding not even a...
As moonshine kisses my window pane, I speak of weariness in purple sighs. While stars paint the gloomy sky, I recline; Daylight has locked my lips to a frown.
The sea, Cradles me to Melancholy As the boat rocks Slowly. The hues of the sun descending Gives me comfort In recalling Of a love That's lost.
Must it be that heaven is In empathy with me. The gushing rain, like bitter Teardrops flowing from my Eyes seemingly refuse to halt.
Clouds of sighs and longings; Rainfall of misery. Lightning of restlessness; Rumbling thunder of fears. Stream of solemn dreams; Mount of complexities.
Floating leaves of purple and green, Resting upon the silent stream. Moonlight kisses own reflection, Beaming virtual separation. Silk satin threads cover the chest, With hues of grayish sentiments.
Withered blades of hopeful hues Clouded by shadows of blues. Raging storms of solitude Summoning might of the wood. Reigning is the lonesome moon I await -- a lover's gloom. ©danabelle 09.01.12.