Imperfectly Love

[RaiStarr]

I can have as much as I'd like, huh?

Good to know...







Rai

[Imperfectly Me]

LMAO...RaiStarr..you gave me a dancing banana? Your cuteness factor never fails to amaze me. ...oops, how'd that last one get thrown in there???



Aimee

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

Edited by: Imperfectly Me at: 9/7/03 3:14 pm

[Imperfectly Me]

Sunlight



My eyes slowly open to the golden stream of sunlight blazing it's way across my cheek. I stretch lightly, and roll to my side to see if you're still awake. Giggling softly to myself at the sight of you, all covered up and wrapped up with nothing but a tuft of hair and your nose sticking out of the covers I slowly move to the edge of the bed and rise. I walk around the bed to your side and kneel next to your sleeping form. Kissing the tip of your nose I attempt to find my way through the blankets you have wrapped around you. Ever the deep sleeper you just grumble and turn over, unwrapping the rest of the covers and allowing me access to your sleeping form. I, being the evil being that I am, take full advantage of this. I slowly climb onto the bed and swing one leg over your hips. Looking down at you I smile as the stream of sunlight that danced it's way across my face to bring me back to reality is now attempting the same for you. You're a fighter though. All it's attempts are in vain thus far. I decide to help it out and gently run my fingertips up your sides under your nightshirt. I can feel the muscles over your ribs ripple at the sensation, so I move my fingertips up across your tummy, then up to your breasts. I love the silky softness of the underside of your breasts so I linger there, stroking from side to side, then from the bottom of your aureola to the base of your breast. You shiver, starting to wake up and as your eyes slowly open I kiss you softly.

"Good morning, Beautiful," I whisper.

A slow smile forms on your lips and you look so gorgeous that I have to kiss you again. My hands return to your breasts, stroking slow patterns around your nipples and back down over the underside. I see your eyes darken as arousal begins to take hold of you. Moving my hands to the hem of your shirt, I lift it slowly over your stomach then up and over your shoulders as you lift up partially to allow me access. Your nipples harden as the cool morning air caresses them and I lean down to take one into my mouth, bathing it with broad strokes of my tongue. My fingers make their way to your other nipple, pinching lightly and grazing nails across skin. I move my body so that instead of straddling your hips, I'm straddling one leg and so are you. I slowly begin rocking my hips against your leg, putting direct pressure on both of our centers. As I grind on you my mouth switches nipples. This time I use my teeth, biting gently and tugging. A light sweat is breaking out on both our bodies and the temperature in the room is no longer the cool of morning. Your thrusts to meet me are getting less rhythmic, as are mine to you. I Press down harder into your thigh, opening myself onto you. My wetness slicks your thigh, increasing the friction against my clit. Fair is fair. My leg has been soaked with you for a while now. Coming ever nearer to the edge, I press harder into you, grinding both of us faster. My release comes hard, arching my back and making my scream your name, and I feel you let go also, rising up off the bed to grip my arms tight as you lose control. Wave after wave rides through both our bodies, finally releasing us as we both collapse back to the bed. My head lays on your stomach and I kiss the sweat dampened skin there before once again giving in to sleep. My last thought as I lose consciousness is what a beautiful way to start the day.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[Imperfectly Me]

Back to poetry for the moment. Baby, this one is for you. Thank you for being everything you are.

so many words

to describe

the way my heart sings

when I hear your voice

How am I to choose one

To say to you?



So many feelings

run unbridled

through my mind

when you speak to me

how am I to choose

Which ones to tell you about?



I guess it's simple, really.



I Love you.



And those three words say it all.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[SJ]

Sweet poem

[Imperfectly Me]

What is tainted, twisted and deformed inside me is all I have to offer. It's not much, I know...really not much of a gift at all. I think though, in your hands it may become something different. When you first began to touch that mangled, dark place inside something strange happened. I felt it shift. A movement inside my breast that I hadn't felt before. A partial filling of a place that had been empty for so long, been wanting for something more than the darkness for ages. With that one simple touch you brought change to that which had never had change.

And you continued to touch me there, in that forlorn, lonely, dank place. And with each touch the twisting intensified. Things once bent and crooked now less so. The darkness being shoved aside by something akin to light. The mould and mildew drying up and receding.

Then out of the blue..something happened. Your touch brought about a stirring inside. A slow shudder then a beat. Then another. Then another. Then a slow but steady rhythm, a rhythm so long gone it was almost forgotten. The lifeblood began returning to that void in my chest where the dark things used to live.

You brought the light back into the darkness, and you changed what was deformed and made it beautiful, and that beauty is what I offer you now.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

Edited by: Imperfectly Me at: 12/29/03 11:55 pm

[intricate mirage]

Beautifully written

~ Cassie

---

My fountain of strength that never runs dry

You are the shooting star across the midnight sky

[SJ]

Like that,great imagery

[RaiStarr]

Excellent job with the words here! I hope you continue to let your muse work with you and bring us wonderful glimpses of your soul.







Rai

[Imperfectly Me]

heh, thanks y'all.



Guess you just inspire things in me angel.





Aimee

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[Imperfectly Me]

Every other minute

another harsh word is thrown

How can I be surrounded by people who "love" me

And still feel so goddamn alone?

A baby is born every minute

are all of them treated this way?

Are there families out there

who actually care what their kids have to say?

At 21 years old I'm an adult now

Been that way for a few years

Even still it just takes a few words from them

To reduce me to a child's heartbroken tears

Sometimes it's so hard to keep living

Every breath I take brings more pain

And for some reason I keep trying

When I know that all my attempts are in vain

Sometimes it seems so much easier to just end it

Instead of so many times of broken hope

But I guess when it comes down to it

I'm always going to be swinging at the end of my family's rope.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[Spikeizmine87]

Love your poems! Exelently written! I hope i see more! You're a talented writer, way better then me! keep up the great writting!

-Rose



I loves me AMber!

[intricate mirage]

Great poem Thanks for sharing

Cassie





Ask me if I loved you yesterday. I'll say 'Yes'

Ask me if I love you today. I'll say 'Yes'

Ask me if I'll love you tomorrow. I'll say 'Always'

[Imperfectly Me]

thanks y'all

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[SJ]

Liked that poem,great writing

[Imperfectly Me]

You know,Fidds, I somehow forgot to thank you waaaay back in the day for your feedback. So sorry for my belatedness and thank you for reading!



SJthank you once again for reading. I'm glad you like.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[Imperfectly Me]

So many words dance through my head

So much held back,

so much unsaid

So many of my unspoken fears

So many words

So many tears

So much of me bottled up

So much pain inside

So much for me to push to the back

so much for me to hide

...so much pain inside

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[SJ]

Like that poem,a little angsty.

Thanks for sharing

[Imperfectly Me]

there's a path

from my heart

it's well worn and true

Packed firm from the footsteps

of people walking out of my life

Carrying a piece of me

as they go

I share my love willingly

and they take all I give

Tuck it in their pockets

safe keeping

as they walk

And I sit

And I wonder

if one day

someone will come

and give me some of them

Instead of walking

that well worn path

Leading away from my heart.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[Imperfectly Me]

One thing about lonliness

it's sure to oil the cogs

that control the bad poetry

sensors in my brain

The words just keep flowing

From head to pen to paper

And soon there's stanza after stanza

of words to speak my pain

None of it worth reading

most times at least

But plenty nonetheless

Can't try to stop it

Can't just not write

Cause the words would jam up

and cause my brain to hemmorage

of this I'm sure.

So I put my pen to paper

And I write bad poetry.

Sometimes it's shared

sometimes it's not

but it's written

always written

this bad poetry

Maybe someday it'll be good

Maybe someday it won't

I don't care either way

Because the sensors in my brain scream

and my hand answers their calls

and the poetry comes

so much bad poetry.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[SJ]

Those two poems are great,very emotive

[Imperfectly Me]

thanks SJ

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[sam darls]

Hey..I've just read all of your peoms..god, they are so amazing..and really emotional. Love sammi xx

"Sometimes things happen between people that you don't really expect. And sometimes the things that are important are the ones that seem the weirdest or the most wrong. And those are the ones that change your life." - Jessie Sammler (Evan Rachel Wood)

[Imperfectly Me]

Sam Darls- thanks. Yeah, my stuff does tend to be on the emotional side. Thank you for reading.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[Imperfectly Me]

I remember vaguely, in a fuzzy, slightly out of focus sort of way, when I was a little girl. My grandpa would come pick me up and take me to the park out on Barron Lake road and let me play there until the sun started to set, and he would give me those little suckers with white and different colored polka dotted wrappers. Then he would pick me up and carry me back to his old green 74 chevy and we would go back to the house and wait for grandma to get home. I think we did this every friday. More than any of that, I remember in my minds eye, the long blonde pigtails, the sparkle in my brown eyes and mostly the smile on my face. I dont think I've smiled like that since I was little. It was a smile that made my whole face light up. One that you could see in my eyes. Nowadays my eyes dont smile. They look sad, or they're just there. The 74 chevy is dead now, and the most interaction my grandfather has with me is when he tells me how stupid whatever action I'm doing is or how I'm screwing up my life in this way or that. We don't spend any time just the two of us and I hurt sometimes inside because of that. He's an old man now and the days I have with him are numbered. And yet we just don't have the relatioonship we did when I was young and we never will again. I love him, and I miss that feeling that I only partly remember.

Who were you then? And who are you now? That you think you can figure it all out, the mathematics of regret. It takes two beers to remember now, and five more to forget. That I love you so..what. Yeah I love you so..what.

[so why so sad]

These are really good. You can tell they come right from your heart.



Do you really feel as angsty as all that?

To accumulate merit and wisdom

[SJ]

Liked that,your writing has great depth

[Imperfectly Me]

So Why So Sad- Thank you for reading. Yeah, some days I do feel as angsty as all that. Some days I dont. My poetry and writings tend to come from the days that I do if they come at all. Anyway, I'm rambling. Thanks for reading.



SJ- Thank you!

Edited by: Warduke at: 5/14/04 7:43 pm

[Imperfectly Me]

Mommy screams

daddy yells

night after night

my own private hell



Shh baby, it's alright

mommy and daddy just had a fight

go to sleep, it'll be ok

just be still and quiet, he likes it that way



Night after night

the same old game

daddy gets mad

mommy feels pain



Now Angel don't tell

you know the routine

mommy just fell

they'll come in between



You dont want daddy

to get sent away

so just smile and be quiet

or daddy'll pay



And then he'll be mad

and you know what that means

so be mommy's big girl

and ignore mommy's screams



Mommy screams

daddy yells

night after night

my own private hell

Edited by: Warduke at: 5/14/04 7:43 pm

[SJ]

Great poem,very powerful words