Archive for the Double edged sword of LOVE Category

Her heart better left untouched…….

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 7, 2012 by Cashmereheart

                                          

Her heart is fading; she witnesses it detached from her body, her insignificant silhouette exposed. Love becomes the pool of blood, she lies within, and it embraces her feeble remains drenched within oppression. Is this her fate?

  She loves him with everything that she is, but yet her feelings illustrate evidence, she is naught in his eyes, for if she was, he wouldn’t indulge her with such hatefulness. Her fragile spirit is concealed in the corner of their disheartened home. He doesn’t lengthen his palm in love or tend to her tears, or comfort her for the damages he has done. He seems to be imminent, often in an emotional threatening expression. His tone destroys her, he picks on her, he judges, he lashes out, and he tells her women don’t cry, where is your back bone. She hungers for intimately, yet his tones produces, find a whore. Should such vile words of expression flow from his untamed lips? She had risked it all, to come to him.

 How does her broken heart, maintain loving him, when his compassion level is that of a wild animal? How does she not become “Jaded “?  Her eyes become swollen beyond recognition, she has nowhere to turn. She gave him her heart, he promised to take good care of it, but he has allowed conditional love to control his mood swings, for his past controls his thoughts. 

She can dream and ponder thoughts of the man she fell in love with, but reality is “Blemishes in a hollow tree “there feels like, nothing is left. He constantly tells her, “I’m a good man “how does he know what that even is? His role model, someone whom treated him badly, picked on him, destroyed him at times, leaving him broken and bruised. But yet, her ears lend to the whispers, he also, was a good man.

Life is too short to live in pain, to feel the greatest broken heart that another human being can afflict on someone whom they say they love with all of their heart. Now she knows why, her heart was better left untouched.

She is exhausted; her tears emerge together within Gods streams, destination the endless sea. Is it too late to pick up the pieces, does she remember what her knees are for, or should she travel that lonely road again?

© Cashmereheart ~ Dani Thornton Stock

******Ignite my Passion******

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 1, 2012 by Cashmereheart

What Is Love

It captivates our hearts and breaks our spirit. Burning flames

that ignite my passion is also the warmth ~ that softens my soul,

leaving behind nothing but ashes.

As I sift through the cinders of my heart, my hands become

tarnished…

Everything that I touch is affected. Is this truly the path I wish

to journey again?

Do the embers that burn bright in my heart frighten me? Is this

lingering incandescent glow, a frequent souvenir, of all that has

come to pass?

If I place my heart in a cocoon, do I free myself up to love again?

Thoughts that permeate the lining of my heart, are they strong

enough to extinguish all internal flames, before they consume me?

Are you the match that will destroy me, or the brook that will

quench my thirst and diminish all of my flames?

The scares in my heart are too deep to be seen, perforations

that toil in an uninhabited land, but held in your hand, will leave

an everlasting impressions, branded beyond understanding.

My external scares run rampant on my soul. So, I anticipate the love,

that will preserve my flesh and be the mist that infiltrates my passion.

Cashmereheart

His Words Strip her Bare

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2011 by Cashmereheart

He continues to drill her, his words, a proven point to harm her heart. Their sofa turns into an witness stand, as he rephrased the question over and over.  Her answer doesn’t  be of same mind,  so he just becomes more relentless. His voice elevates as the response isn’t clear and concise enough for him.

 

Her fragile heart cries, her voice tries to answer through her unspoken tears, the way her mind thinks. But his vile words of expression confuse her thoughts.  His intimidation, the hurtfulness from his lips, “the double-edged sword of love “rears its ugly self once more.

 

It’s 4am and it’s as cold as if an Arctic wind, blankets her body, as he slumbers in the same bed, hotter than hell. She tosses and turns in the attic of her confusion.

 

Why does he have to be so harsh, why does he think she has to answer a simple question, to his way of thinking. If not, it doesn’t stop until he reduces her to a pile of ruins! He strips her bare, it’s a naked coldness for her emotions. His tone hitting hard and all for what?

 

Love doesn’t have to be so wounding and merciless at times, does it? Is verbal abuse just as injurious, or does it devastate  more? Do words really hit harder than a fist? She’s not a coarse character, she is a girly girl, and breathes for love,  wears her heart on her sleeve, and they ( him) become one of the most precious to her heart. She would never hurt, lie, mislead or upset him.

 

As, she closes her eyes and wraps her heart up to protect it, thoughts will linger until first light. She leaves you with this, she loves with the deepest of love for him and hurts with the deepest of pain. Big or small, her wounds, still seem to bleed the same.

 

 

It reminds her of a song. Remind me, of all the things you use to do, that made me fall in love with you, Remind Me!

 

 

 Cashmereheart

” Epiphany”

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 30, 2011 by Cashmereheart

Why is it, when we observe a movie, it can articulate our soul, as if the words have become an utterance as of our own heart? I’ve prayed moments in time, through innumerable tears, dear God, please give them an epiphany, something has to give.

And tonight I collided with a violent sea of emotions. My head is whirling, breathless, my mind-set being traumatized, within uneven white waters.  As I attempt to intake of breath, it’s as if heavens gates have divided, an illustration of my life. I make a clean breast; I am an extremely visual thinker.

 Wow “Epiphany “is something for my life, not someone else’s. I have used up my entire existence, I won’t say how many years young I am, those of you who know me, mum is the word, giving and doing for everyone, friends, family, children, husband, school, church, and neighbors and never for myself. I was by no means on that list; my list was a naked piece of paper, so tarnished and tattered.

I am nowhere to be found, the passion in which captivates every part of my being is hidden, stagnate within indistinguishable waters. I have loved with the deepest of love, have waited, trusted, given, and hoped for. We all make decision in our life, some naive others blameless; nowhere does it say I have to live incomplete, I deserve the ultimate life as to offer.

 

©Dani Thornton-Stock

Solitary Petal

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2011 by Cashmereheart

 

 

Each time your beautiful chocolate eyes scrutinize an elegant

 

scarlet rose, remember me…

 

As it thrives in the warmness of the sun ~ drinks of the rain for

 

its continued existence, remember me…

 

Your persisted love, has taught me to take in love, as my walls

 

tumble. Like that of the petals that have fallen softly to the

 

ground. Our hearts have endured many windstorms, many in

 

which have trampled my soul.

 

The delicate scent which lingers behind, in the coolest of

 

nights will by no means subside.

 

As my memories take a rest on makeshift bed of rose petals, I

 

will always remember how you took hold of this fragile heart ~

 

radiated love into this imperfection of a girl…

 

So, with every single rhythm of your heart, remember me…

 

As I, will by no means close my eyes to the love that we shared.

 

This solitary petal that you embrace within your palm is a

 

souvenir of my heart, for all eternity.

 

I resolve to forever ~ love you…

Translucent Lips

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 8, 2011 by Cashmereheart

 

 

As I, acquaint myself with the clandestine essence which

 

reference’s divine passion, our souls merge, riding on top of

 

winter white waves, which bask on secluded shore.

 

Enmeshed hearts reflect passion ~ which is absorbed into an

 

astonishing horizon.

 

As you, efficiently kiss translucent lips, “smothered” encircled

 

by crystals, resembling sugar cane ~ whereabouts grows within a

 

tropical paradise, I collapse within commanding physique.

 

My body frail ~ torched by obsession, burning in the vein of

 

fire beneath heaven, an inferno which only portrays hell itself.

 

Tiptoeing within ashes of dysfunction, pleasurable gardens

 

reside by means of your responsive touch.

 

Revive me my love, with kisses until eternity…

 

Bring life to my soul; disrobe my chains ~ which have shackled

 

my heart, provoke my spirit, as the forthcoming of an

 

extraordinary daybreak, relentlessly, forever relentlessly.

 

Copyright Dani Thornton-Stock

 

Wounded

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on August 11, 2011 by Cashmereheart

 

My mind stays hidden; it’s a safe haven for my soul. I feel I’m

not perfect ~ through perfection I would be would be worthy of

love. Through this shattered women’s eyes, and little girl’s heart,

worthy is a fathers love, daddy’s beautiful girl, a husbands most

precious gift.

Worthy is someone you cherish, the apple of your eye, the

joyousness you sense deep within your heart. Someone whom you

can’t imagine yourself without, whether it is a father or husband,

you are linked like no other, he becomes your place of haven…

The men you can trust ~ take rest in, you absorb his love; his

limbs become a sanctuary ~ to you. You astonish him, you are his

princess. You glisten bright as the brightest stars, hung amongst

heaven. Then knowing what storm encompasses your life,

sadness infiltrating your every thought, you will find refuge within

his soul.

Your heart gazes to him and smiles, it radiates perfection ~

there is no grander place to be. He is your source of strength, he

becomes everything. I’ve never experienced that intensity of love

beforehand. So the perfection level I keep for myself ~ is

unattainable.

Somewhere in time, I’ll sneak a glimpse to watch opened eyed,

at what I have never experienced. To frighten to expose my

imperfections, I linger myself in the shadows of my soul. For if I

stay to long…teardrops cascades now and again.

As it falls upon insolvent soundless heart, my mind rummages

around for that slice of me, which has been omitted my entire

life…

Reality reflected by dreams; my heart swathe within my attic of

dysfunction….

Copyright Dani Thornton~Stock