Mia's blog: "In the Mood for Some Poetry"

I finally crawled into bed Late last night. With visions of you still in my head. Anticipation pounding in my heart. All my senses filled with your existence. As I escaped into the dream world I know so well, I took you with me. We walked down the beach together. Our hands touching and our hearts bonding through them. The wind kissing our faces gently. The sand giving way under our feet. The warmth in our hearts that only a poet would understand. Finding an oasis in the never ending edge of the world, We sit beneath the giant tree, on the patch of thick grass that seems to have been put there just for us. We talked for what seems to be hours. Never running out of things to say, feelings to share, thoughts to exchange. I reach out to touch you and you stop my hand with yours. Our fingers touch. Our hands envelop each other. Almost as though they were making love to each other. Our fingers dancing. Our eyes gazing into each others. A soft and gentle smile exchanged. Our bodies seemingly without direction move toward each other. The desire almost unbearable. The passion burning in our hearts so overwhelming. We are unable to maintain control of our own destinies. Our bodies become one. We make love in such a way that direction from Venus herself must be at hand. Only paced by the rhythm of our hearts. Accelerated by the hunger for more. The cycle seemingly never ending. Hunger and the attempt to satisfy it. Our hearts thundering like a storm on the sea of love. The frenzied yet graceful, almost poetic energy abounds. We erupt in a flow of passionate waves that humbles the nearby sea. As we lay secure in each others arms in the shade of the giant tree. Listening to the song that the wind and surf play just for us. Feeling love not surpassed by Romeo and Juliet. We drift into a world in our minds that we share in a way that is unexplainable. A connection of souls. I awaken to another day. Turning to touch you. You are not there. It was a dream, and now just a memory. The feelings still in my heart. The vividness of the encounter still in my mind.

Yeah so heres my most recent!! Sorry everyone I was in a weird mood when I wrote this so it might not make any sense. Dark Eyes What do you see? Do you still a little girl standing before you With Dark Hair and pretty blue eyes? That smiles at you to appease you And makes you think that everything is ok and that there is nothing wrong. Or do you see the girl who’s eyes are as dark as death itself Who’s once red heart ful of love and happiness is slowly decaying and chipping away fragment by fragment. Or is it that you do see and just don’t care because your to caught up in your own misery and despair. I am the one that is standing by your side and helping you to be strong But who is their to help her? She is but only one little girl and can’t do it alone. The monstrosity standing before you is one you helped create But don’t worry and have no fear you didn’t do it alone Why couldn’t you just take two seconds to ask her How are you doing? Or Are you ok? Please don’t be sad not everything in her destroyed for there is but one piece that is still red and full of love One piece the soul cannot take or destroy because it belongs to one single solitary person It belongs to the most beautiful person that will every walk this desolate earth. But as for the rest of it, It is like a flower that has wilted and now frozen in the snow that was just stepped on and shattered into the curdled earth below But like I always say do not fret and do not worry Because it does not matter and no one cares. You know people always say "Eyes are the beholder to the soul" So why is it all you see are the pretty blues before you And not the darkness that is truly their and lies beneath How can you be so blind Are you going to be the one standing by my side when I am Dying Or once again will I be alone to welcome with open arms My new home, My new Darkness.

Behind the glass, encased in wood a picture. Two people smiling sitting close but their spirits closer. Mingling, hoping for the destiny whispered by an insightive stranger. Her eyes stare into the camera eyes that seek him when smiling, seek him when sad and weak. Her eyes tell stories... how comfortable his presence is, to her, like falling into a bed of feathers. Falling into his arms, the warmth. Her mind guards memories of nights, by a crackling fire beside each other. Guarded, protectedas treasure from a pirate's ship, mounded in heaps, these moments she'll never forget. His easy way of grabbing her hand, his kind words after departure. Behind her smile she holds love, cherishes a friendship for the boy beside her, encased in wood.

One emotion, untold by the world. Thought to be understood, Can break a soul with a cross-eyed look. Man think's he knows it, -And sometimes can by it. But what it all comes down to is Only the bravest can try it. Only the strong will survive And the kind ones prevail. The insensitive type shall remain lonely confused as to what they're missing, And how to get it. This emotions is love.