i need her

OP you must LOVER her...you will find you muse, Maybe she's looking for you, fate is going to put you in the same way to be together forever and loving each other... I can feel you love OP

by real you mean that which is an average to your community.

im not beholden to your status quo amigo, nor are you if i sense you correctly.

peace anyways,

No, by REAL I mean men, not fags.

The mere fact that you have male genatalia doesn't make you a real man.

a poem i wrote:

my love, my tender feeling,
my heart im finally healing,
heavy the burden is the past,
low, the hell in which id been cast.

my ignorance has fed my fears,
clinging to unwanted tears,
for fury of a hardened word,
of which heavenly angels heard.

a hardened heart has found me here,
to which your eyes speak more when near,
never has a harsh tune dwelled,
so fierce in this internal hell.

i walk my path a lonely stranger,
never to experience loves true danger,
this healing that has my heart is whole,
my love is mine, so too my soul.


thank you all for reading.

Such a deep and beautiful poem, you have some real craft in your art sir, I hope she walks towards you soon.

much love,song
(((x)))

I am getting a kick out of this one. You can't write with out you muse, to give you inspiration. You don't know who or where your muse is? Am I correct? Next time, don't lose your muse, they sure can't help, if they don't know they are helping in the first place.

Excuse me, I am in a hurry for a very important date. I have to run, the white rabbit is getting away! :)

thanks for the wisdom.

There is indeed some wisdom here. Some part of us I believe goes back to the primal nature of us particularly when we dealing with powerful emotions like this. ie hunger, sex, fear etc..

The caveman that clubbed his woman and dragged her by the hair back in to the cave is the one that got some and continued on the line. Now I'm not saying go out and find your muse and then club her, No. Just be her rock. Take charge.

Women want to feel safe with you so you gotta harden up, be a man, then your muse will come to you! And just once in a while show the deeper you it will keep her guessing and interested. Good luck buddy.

another:

this struggle continues,
truths razors edge,
im bleeding and bruised,
but ill stay on this ledge.

why am i still here,
except to face more fears?
danger always near,
darkness always hears.

names whispered cold,
feeling held within,
shadows foretold,
flames have no kin.

lies live in loneliness,
life withers away,
born again, waters bliss,
time always has its say.

so, try as i may to do this without saying as much, it seems i have no other option but to say out loud what i have been feeling since i wrote last.

i need my muse, i need the woman who brings out in me what has been hiding behind my sadness and melancholy.

i know she is out there, i can feel her, and i dream about her, but it seems every time i meet someone there is a small amount of time that things are good and i am hopeful, but then reality crashes down and i have to see my reflection for what it is.

im tired of being a fly on the wall on this site, i know she is here and i have not met her yet, so i am calling her out.

i have one night, then its back to hell, so if you are reading this, thank you for your time.