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June 21, 2013 · 11:29 pm

Just Look Into Those Eyes

The sudden rush of emotion

Blood surging to your cheeks

Its like nothing else in the world

When you’re feeling something so sweet

You wonder if it’s true

Maybe your mind is pulling tricks

But when you look up into those of eyes of his

you couldn’t live with just a trick

To know that you are someone

That someone wants to know

Is something that can’t be taken

Or ever be mistaken

For we dream of love

Fairytales feeding our cravings

Leaving our minds full of hopes

And realities that aren’t quite the dreams

When our dreams and hopes

Fall from their high pedestals

We begin to learn

Love is not for the ungrateful

When that feeling comes around

We try to leave all skepticisms behind

Instead of questioning it’s motive

Just look into those eyes.

~HonestLynne

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June 15, 2013 · 11:55 pm

For the Best

Tomorrow is the day

That I will want to go into hiding

To hide from the stares

Waiting for me to break.

Pushing back the thoughts

The feelings and memories

That the looks of despair

Bring back all too much.

I never do break

The attention would be unbearable

So I wait till the dark of night

When my tears won’t be interrupted.

You’d think it would get better

Be indifferent

But 18 years

Doesn’t change a thing.

So I will take the day with grace

Not hide, but embrace

I will tell story after story

Smile at every look and stare.

For the day isn’t’ my day

Not mine to wallow in self-pity

But to remember the best

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

~HonestLynne

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May 28, 2013 · 11:10 pm

The Phone Call

We sat around the dinner table.

Plates already pushed back.

Empty except for the remnants of peas,

That had successfully evaded the forks,

That were laid defeated across the plates.

Different stories being told across the table.

Bursts of laughter for no reason at all.

Everyone content with where they are.

Almost too good to be true,

And it was.

Through the laughs and murmurs of talking

A phone rings

Nothing to be concerned about

Until they looked at the caller ID

Someone said “Its Ireland.”

Everyone mentally does the calculation.

2 AM

Silence falls upon the table.

No one speaking the words that can’t be ignored

They answer the phone.

Short answers given

No one is breathing.

They put down the phone.

“It’s over.”

Eyes close.

The rest of the night forgotten,

Oh how things can change.

~HonestLynne

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May 25, 2013 · 5:22 pm

Simply Simple

Nibble

Moan

Lick

Quiver

Your only at my lips

and I’m already yours.

~HonestLynne

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May 24, 2013 · 9:45 pm

Tango of Flirtation

You make my heart race.

It’s been months.

But to no avail,

You have done it again.

You make me doubt myself.

Am I just weak?

When you come within five feet,

My mind just starts to fade.

Your presence is daunting.

Knowing the affect you have on me.

You speak,

But I can only focus on your lips

Memories flooding of where they have been

Every

Last

Place.

Your eyes look through me.

As if they know exactly where my mind has been.

Now it becomes a dance,

A tango of flirtation.

Frustration comes with flirtation

Knowing there is a line I must not cross

Should not cross.

The jury is still deciding

What if’s are being questioned

Whispering in my ear as we dance.

What’s the harm?

*Just one kiss.***

~HonestLynne

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May 20, 2013 · 4:05 pm

Nightmare

You disappear,

You run away,

But you say your okay.

To us,

Your mother, father, friends,

We have lost

you.

We try and convince each other,

That there was nothing we could do,

While putting on a brave face,

While not believing any of the words.

Surely there was something we could do.

Listen more. Ask more questions.

Anything at all,

Even predicting the future.

You lost yourself,

But it was our job,

to get you back to the real you.

To avoid this nightmare.

But this nightmare we must face.

We can’t change the past, all we can do is hope,

That when you find yourself,

You will come back to us.

~HonestLynne

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May 19, 2013 · 9:46 pm

Bliss

Early morning,

everyone is sleeping

and there’s just you.

No one to bother you, interrupt your thoughts,

Or remind you of the present.

When you can just think or not think.

When you can dream or fantasize.

Time to think of your life, friends, or family.

Escape into a book, a movie, or just the silence.

My time. Bliss.

~HonestLynne

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May 15, 2013 · 1:01 am

I Crave The Me That You See

Me.

I crave the me that you see.

I have lost sight of my own eyes.

Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.

As if my head has been disconnected.

My heart, my brain, infected.

I feel like an absentee.

I crave the me that you see.

So much potential you say

Do I believe you or fade away?

How much of me am thee?

Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.

I try to give the third degree

I crave the me that you see

Me is turning into you.

A lost soul with no point of view,

A vision of what you craved

This is the path that you paved.

But I will be an escapee

A mirror I will come across

My poetry is like my sign of the cross.

A reflection that my mind can recognize

I will not need the sight of my eyes.

To crave the me that I read.

~HonestLynne

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May 13, 2013 · 11:34 pm

Lost: Creative Spark

When you have found yourself withdrawn

The writer will hold on

For what was here and gone

Might just have a spawn

That could creep up at dawn.

~HonestLynne

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September 29, 2012 · 1:44 am

When the Wall Breaks

When my shirt hit the floor,

The feeling of hate was no more.

This was just what I was looking for.

A time to forget, a time to remember.

Your lips are on mine, I feel myself tremble.

Just close my eyes and live in the moment,

To act before we lose our momentum.

I don’t love, I don’t hate.

What you are is fate.

Giving me a moment,

To not torment,

But giving me fulfillment.

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Just Look Into Those Eyes

The sudden rush of emotion

Blood surging to your cheeks

Its like nothing else in the world

When you’re feeling something so sweet

You wonder if it’s true

Maybe your mind is pulling tricks

But when you look up into those of eyes of his

you couldn’t live with just a trick

To know that you are someone

That someone wants to know

Is something that can’t be taken

Or ever be mistaken

For we dream of love

Fairytales feeding our cravings

Leaving our minds full of hopes

And realities that aren’t quite the dreams

When our dreams and hopes

Fall from their high pedestals

We begin to learn

Love is not for the ungrateful

When that feeling comes around

We try to leave all skepticisms behind

Instead of questioning it’s motive

Just look into those eyes.

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For the Best

Tomorrow is the day

That I will want to go into hiding

To hide from the stares

Waiting for me to break.

Pushing back the thoughts

The feelings and memories

That the looks of despair

Bring back all too much.

I never do break

The attention would be unbearable

So I wait till the dark of night

When my tears won’t be interrupted.

You’d think it would get better

Be indifferent

But 18 years

Doesn’t change a thing.

So I will take the day with grace

Not hide, but embrace

I will tell story after story

Smile at every look and stare.

For the day isn’t’ my day

Not mine to wallow in self-pity

But to remember the best

Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

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The Phone Call

We sat around the dinner table.

Plates already pushed back.

Empty except for the remnants of peas,

That had successfully evaded the forks,

That were laid defeated across the plates.

Different stories being told across the table.

Bursts of laughter for no reason at all.

Everyone content with where they are.

Almost too good to be true,

And it was.

Through the laughs and murmurs of talking

A phone rings

Nothing to be concerned about

Until they looked at the caller ID

Someone said “Its Ireland.”

Everyone mentally does the calculation.

2 AM

Silence falls upon the table.

No one speaking the words that can’t be ignored

They answer the phone.

Short answers given

No one is breathing.

They put down the phone.

“It’s over.”

Eyes close.

The rest of the night forgotten,

*Just one kiss.***