A Thousand Sensations
He calls for me from his whispers, my soul aches for his passion…
Nectar rest on his sun barren lips, yet it is forbidden. For I do not witness, I cannot become consumed, for I slumber in harmony with promise. Does he flirt with my senses, brush by me with his smile, take refuge within hours of darkness with another………
Do I ponder, do I forget, or do I plunge into his arms, engulfing in flames of desires……..
Is the promise in my heart so tarnished, lonely, fragile, weaken and saturated with neglect, that he will imprison my restlessness……
My mind tiptoes across the movement of his tone, his craving wants and needs of love, blankets my soul. For undeniable pleasure is a tear drop away.
Xo Cashmereheart
Immersing in your LOVE
To my sweet sweet man,
Close your eyes my prince and dream a dream of scalding touch. I sense you, wherever I am. Your words follow me like the desert sun, I have no place to hide. I thirst no more, for within you I have found my drink. You have quenched my thirst and my body is immersing itself in your love.
Every Breath
The light of love does not always shine bright, from his soul, but I know that he loves me, I am his world. As the sun closes at the end of day, my soul thirst for what I know he has hidden from sight. If he could witness how much I long for his gentleness, he would surly render on bended knee.
It makes my heart sad at times, that life passes him by and the love that he so has desired he doesn’t know how to receive.
For my breath of life is in him……
Cashmereheart
Irresistible Emotion
Your kisses are like none other, I have ever
encountered. With each sighting of your
irresistible
face, I seem to fall deep within
your charm. I see your reflection
unfathomable within
my hearts windowpane.
Embers now burn bright; smoldering has
now come to a halt.
As I draw near to you, watching you taste
our flesh ~ lavished in sweet nectar, …
My Love, My Life
To my Love, my Life,
Each day with you, is a gift. There is no place I’d rather be than next to your side. You have taken me to a place I have never known before. When I look into your heart I see a gentle love.
Within morning mist, I sense your velvet touch. Strong arms embrace my body, like lilies embrace heavens rain. You are my everything, baby you are my wings of passion.
Without you in my life, I would depart this world, for I know now the LOVE and EMBRACE, PASSION and CARE, that a wonderful wonderful man has for this woman……
Thank you, my darling……..thank you, forever and a day………Muah!
I Love you more than you will ever no…….
©Cashmereheart
Hopeless Romantic
Sir Hugsalot,
Do you know what that vision / emotion you have been searching for? Have you ever found anything close to that one place you speak of? I haven’t, but I know it is somewhere.
I have been tired of being strong for a long long time. I would have to agree my mind is quite strong also, but see a fragile side on the inside, that few ever see.
In your letter tonight, I see a very different you, a strong yet kind soul, one who needs to rest a while, one who maybe has been hurt, has given love ,only for it not to be returned .
Maybe you are like myself, strong on the outside, but the inside is crying out for a passionate lover, one that will enthrall the spirit. intense passion, kisses which linger, endless nights of pleasure, a touch which commences from velvet hands, finding a lost treasure, a person which posses the key to your heart, wiping absent all sadness.
Sweet dreams, Oceans of love and a kiss on every wave.
Hopeless Romantic
Forbidden
My heart wanders the streets of loneliness, my thoughts to
deep to comprehend, shelved for another time. If I amble
between raindrops, won’t you notice the tears that descend from
my eyes are one with me?
As I see your face I long to hold you, the touch of your skin is
my desire. I fear of what lustful passion will nestle deep alone in the
shadows…
A misplaced feeling, a warm embrace, an affectionate kiss, is it
to much to hide? Two bodies that waltz interwoven in the
moonlight, sending-off a silhouette alongside a harvest moon.
Souls that merge into one, a feeling a heart never forgets ~
inspiring emotions out of lust…Hearts that fasten are hearts that
experience eternal love.
I want to love you like no other; your softness sends a
reminder of all that is missing. As you lay your hand upon my
breast ~ I quiver, my breath grows shallow ~ my scarlet lips
tremble.
Your kiss transcends my soul into a blustery storm. I’m losing
sight of all that I have held on to.
You have enlightened my heart. I hold on to you like the spirit
that has imprisoned exquisiteness of our youth.
Forbidden to feel such ecstasy, I immerse into your soul, like
the sand that slips through our fingers, to become one with the
tide yet again.
©Dani Thornton-Stock
Her heart better left untouched…….
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******
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
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”
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
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
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
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
For a beautiful soul, who’s hurting, I love you…..
Reflections
Who am I? I don’t even recognize, who this girl is any longer.
All I catch sight of, is a silhouette which replicates a soul ~
who once radiated life…
I am lost in a constant state of confusion, my mind drifts into
another time, while my heart whimpers.
Please heed me, draw closer to my expression, for my soul is
delicate, my way of thinking acquires refuge on my exterior.
I’m not going to make it; this frail, tattered girl has emptiness
inside ~ that not even love could possibly fill.
She has taken her mind to a beautiful retreat, where fairy dust
falls, beneath angel’s feet, this heavenly find an ever lasting
dream…
She has barren her heart, to pain and sorrow, which always
finds away to trickle over into tomorrow.
So withdrawn she does stay, mystifies
all that she sees; now no
one can hurt her, not even defeat…
Copyright Dani Thornton~Stock
Speckled Angels
As I gather my strength, to glimpse through the murky waters in which have tainted my way of thinking, I rummage around for the hope that God is bona fide.
As tears plummet, commencing from wounded eyes, I sense a tranquility of your awareness. Angels draw together around me. I undergo your presence, but yet my eyes do not witness.
Come nearer little one, she nourishes from my gentle palm. She feeds without hesitation; she trusts this unfamiliar creature of a dissimilar kind.
I obtain a breather on her mended wing, for am I worthy of her trust?
In the mist of our anguish, God releases his angels. When I needed it most and desired to see, I wasn’t unaided. A given gift, of an auburn speckled sparrow, to trust and take from my heart.
A tiny morsel of bread, the giving and receiving of faith, between two unfamiliar creatures, together sent by means of God.
Copyright 2011 Dani Thornton Stock
Whisper of your Thoughts
If the truth be told, how do I really feel, with a whisper of your
thoughts, which interrogated my restless soul?
My heart is imprisoned with your undying love, that my
capacity to feel is diminished, as I grow numb with each
innovated experience.
You extend yourself towards me when I’m easily broken, like
a porcelain doll handpicked to perfection.
You keep hold of me when I am weak, like the man without
limbs to hold himself ~ you become my breath of life, to this
wounded child when I start to suffocate, to all
misunderstandings.
Your love is the unveiling of pristine passion, over flowing
with the colors of crimson and lavender, laced in platinum, and
woven into the remnants of my life.
Without you, I would surely depart this life of dysfunction…
The thread of my life would begin to unravel ~ I would
incarcerate my heart to a life sentence.
Love heals the soul, like water to lilies in misplaced fields, and
cuisine that pass the lips to an unnourished uninhibited shell.
To truly love this child is to look beyond her scares ~ the
chains that bind her heart, that at times have taken her into the
cavity of despair.
See her and all she has to render…
Fix your eyes on, the beauty that hides, behind tears of fear and
the soul what is God-given, that your precious insight are soft
voices from unknown angels, that binds the benevolence in your
heart.
©Dani Thornton-Stock
Love through the eyes of a ………
If you think about one love that’s always certain, what word comes to mind? For me, it’s CHILDREN. All of us have been a child, some not wanting to admit it. If you are breathing you have not escaped that wonderful or not so wonderful experience called childhood.
Childhood is filled with many memories, happiness, sadness, joy, laughter, and abandonment. A Childs LOVE is always certain. We adults would benefit from watching children, for their LOVE is unconditional. Children come from many different types of environments, but one thing that’s certain is the LOVE they have for their parents, is an unconditional, undying LOVE, endless LOVE
Some Children have been neglected, left on the steps of orphanages, endured abuse and witness words that hit harder than a fist. Their little eyes filled with tears, a heart ripped into what seemed like a million pieces, bruises hidden beneath their clothes, lost souls searching for why, but they never lose that love for the one who has hurt them the most. You witness in their tiny faces, the minute you reach out in love; they beam brighter than the brightest star. They trust, have a pure spirit, an innocence and love’s unconditionally.
Today I think I will look at life through the eyes of a child, immerse myself in their kind of LOVE, and take time to delight in the little things. I need to slow down and look at the beauty that surrounds me and remember to unconditionally love those that live in my heart.
Kick off your shoes walk barefoot in the grass looking for lady bugs, write with sidewalk chalk, send letters to the fairies, keep your treasures in a secret box, kiss a puppy and swing in the city park dragging your bare toes in the cool white sand.
Never lose your childhood innocence and LOVE with the kind of LOVE that lives within a Childs Heart and watch the miracles right before your eyes.
You can never LOVE too much. For the person who has everything, but is empty in love, really has nothing at all.
Affectionately yours,
Copyright Dani Thornton-Stock ~ Cashmereheart
Love af-fair
Sitting here basking in the warm summer sun, a soft breeze blowing across my countenance. I listen to the quietness of my thoughts, my mind still running a steady pace with my heart. I breathe taking in all that surrounds me. The wind rustles high through the North Georgia Pines as they softly sway beneath the richness of heavens sun.
My mind lost in thoughts about the word “LOVE AFFAIR” what does old Mr. Webster have to say about this word?
(Love af- fair) A Sexual or romantic relationship between people who are not married to on another or who do not live together in a permanent relationship.
Now my mind entertains much more profound thoughts. When we have an intense liking for someone, there are no boundaries; you become consumed by this person. Your every thought, every desire revolves around them. You have an out pouring of love which immerses them beyond their wildest imagination. They are intoxicating; you need them like a junkie needs their next fix. You see them, feel them and long for them every minute of everyday and without their touch, their voice, you feel you will not endure another passing hour. Age 16, becomes your magical number, passion and desire becomes your outer garments.
An hour waiting by the phone may feel like days; you sit on the verge of your seat like a child waiting for their prize, waiting for them to walk through that door. They shower you with love, affection, emotions, kindness, they hold you, comfort you and rock you like a baby, protecting your heart, respecting your emotions. Nothing in this world gains your attention, like watching every movement they make. They confide in you their secrets, they look at you and long for your scalding touch, nights of pleasure never cease, your bodies intertwine leaving impressing on fine linen sheets. You smile at them while they sleep and brush back the hair that has obscured your vision, for they radiant beauty and perfection.
We feel we can’t conceive our existence without them, so we take the next step. Then we allow this Love Affair to completely terminate! Why do we saturate this person and then take it away? The Love becomes stagnate, we become lazy and what had consumed our hearts is now taken for granted, forgotten and now this person resembles those destructive words “pride and selfishness “.
A love affair, passion, an endless longing keeps that fire burning, little things strokes that flame which melts our internal combustion. We breathe life into each other, we mirror each others emotions. The world seems to appear absent and most of all we are on a high, we absolutely come alive, we see life through the wrong end of a telescope and we could careless what anyone thinks! We are one; there is no beginning and end, we have become transparent, wrapping ourselves up in crimes of passion.
I cry for and desire for that Love Affair, to last until the stars no longer shine. I want to gaze at him 20, 30, 40 years and still feel that rush pulsating through my body. Remembering with each passing hour, our love for one another and undeniable passion will always and forever be our outer garments, stitch in tenderness and hemmed with romance! When he reaches for me, I’m 16 all over again and the flood gates open and no matter how many years have passed, our bodies have changed, our face take on life’s experiences, that my mind, body and soul still feels and thrives with the same love and passion that had captivated me so long ago.
Time should not alter true love. That flame should only become stronger and more intense, that life’s circumstances only permits that flame to spread wild, rekindling all that lives within you.
Affectionately yours,
Copyright 2011 Dani Thornton-Stock ~ Cashmereheart
Breathlessly awaiting your Ungloved Touch
The distance of your voice, surrounds my heart like a rainbow
embracing heavens edge. The love in which I feel for you ~ is
unfamiliar to my soul. Soul mates lost in time, only to regain our
secret feelings without touch…millions of miles in time.
In you I feel as a child, innocent feelings illustrating ~ a
beautiful girl, enthralling my soul. I stroll; ponder thoughts which
take pleasure in moonlight kisses… Falling beneath heavens right
of entry… Eyes wide open; there is no need to stay a fugitive for
I have secreted my heart within the shadows of my essence….
Have you been there all along, I was just too blind to witness…
Have two broken roads we both have traveled, detoured into our
hearts destiny…Do I dare to dream of a gentle touch, embezzling
my spirit?
As, I stand in the midst of a mid summer night, moist fog
slowly reclines her head upon the banks of an inconceivable
shore. I see you everywhere; I sense your heart beat
simultaneously with God’s creatures, a symphony of gratifying
passion….
My hands grow weary ~ as they bring to the fore my hem, a
childish act ~ dancing bare footed within the mirror image of
your love. Silent breeze interweaves my curls, floating flawlessly
within reach of your statue. I sense you’re forthcoming as gentle,
kind, compassionate, a burning desire to be loved, yet I must
withdraw….
Apprehensive of being loved, to the measures in which are
trapped within my heart, I wavier. Stepping back disguising
shattered footings, in hopes you won’t catch sight of.
Nevertheless, the softness in your tone lingers. Portrait of a
brilliant star, which twinkles on my perspective bringing me to a
place my heart, has never witnesses before.
As I cover my heart in scented petals,
Permeating a path,Breathlessly awaiting your ungloved
touch…….
Copyright Dani Thornton-Stock ( Cashmereheart )
I was Addicted to Love
I was thinking about what I wrote in the Color of Love, and it hit me like a lightening bolt had shorted out my circuits. There was a time in my past, seems a life time ago, I did LOVE deeply and completely. I had forced it so far out of my mind it didn’t exist anymore.
I had been madly, truly, deeply in love with a man, we will call him ”Truth” a fictitious name of course. We weren’t meant to fall in love; we were friends with very little in common. He was tall dark and handsome, his eyes were dark as a raven, his laugh infectious, he was a strong man yet gentle and we were fearless with our love, our world seem to not exist anymore. The only thing that mattered was him and I, almost as if we were Adam and Eve, no boundaries, no rules.
Our love was spontaneous, a secret language, a poetic waltz. We traded secrets, had pillow fights and dreamed of being insanely wild. We indulged in each others affection, like a starved man, stuffing his belly with food he so desperately needed. We left impression on fine linen sheets as we lay there barefaced and shameless.
Nothing written was ever left, no marks, no words, it was torn, discarded hidden within our memories. For if found death to our love would surely come. As the sun set over the pacific with rich shades of amber, reds and gold’s the deepest part of us began to take hold.
We were addicted to love; our hearts raced pounding more violent with each sighting. We belonged on different sides of the tracks, no one would approve, so our love kept silent, except for the times we could steal away. The street lamps became our compass, our beacon to shallow safe waters.
What we most desired lasted about a year and the ties had to be severed. He was leaving and I wouldn’t go. The pain was so great I felt I had died and was just functioning in an empty shell, nothing seemed to matter anymore. I was wounded beyond my hearts capacity to feel, I was so numb you would call my name and I couldn’t hear you, for I became deaf.
I cried night after night in my shower for then no one knew my tears were falling; they became one with the water. I cried for years and begged for God to take him out of my mind, out of my heart. And I made a deal with God, if he did I would never love that intensely again and I didn’t for what seemed like eternity.
I ran into him many many years later; we just happened to walk past each other in a city neither one of us belonged. He was so angry with me, still after all those years, he said he had looked for me like a parent looks and dreams for their lost child. He looked in places we use to meet; he would look towards the sunsets over the pacific for a sign, with no hope. He told me that he would never forgive me and this crushed my heart.
Leaving him was the hardest thing I have ever endured; the pain is something I never would wish on anyone. My heart was ripped out of my body lying on the cold hard ground, dying. I saw him a few times as old friend, but my heart was guarded and I had made that deal with God, oh so long ago and I had to keep my side of the bargain and I did. I remembered our love like it was yesterday, I just could not ever bare the hurt to that degree again. I heard he finally married and I hope he is happy. He remains a vision of loveliness within my heart and will forever more.
Copyright Dani Thornton-Stock ~ Cashmereheart
Cherished “A Mothers Heart”
A mother by no means fails to remember. She deprives her
heart, liquidates her spirit, to be all that she can for her children.
She becomes only a reflection of who they are.
She is a pillar in her community, the salt of the earth to her
friends; she is the light wherein by no means mislays luster.
A warrior ~ unwavering from beginning to end throughout
uncompromising interludes, with hushed tears ~ she illustrates
naught, worries secreted in the sanctuary of her awareness.
She welcomes without resistance by way of affectionate arms,
arms which hold spellbound, shield ~ forgive and forget.
She’s your best friend and your adversary. She wants the
optimum for you. She clutches on to your dreams, even when
you’ve let them vanish.
She cries for you when she knows your decisions confuse your
thoughts with childishness, and picks you up silently with her
heart as you plummet…
As you flourish and depart, her heart disintegrates into
insignificant pieces. Catch a glimpse of shattered windowpanes
lying on abandon footings…
How broken, useless ~ however beautiful. Look how the
sunshine paints a palette of colors, against anything in its
pathway. It glistens, reflects, and radiates warmth, and intensity.
Somehow, it mirrors a picture of another sort against a barren
wall, a tattered bench; a forgotten street. It is a replica of a
mother’s heart. Broken sometimes beyond mend, by means of
sadness, never losing the love and luster, she feels within for her
children.
Her soul fragmented into countless pieces, memories are what
she clings toward. The glow which emits commencing outwardly
from her heart, for her children is all this mother desires, to begin
to put the pieces back, collectively yet again.
Furthermore, the circle of love resumes,
Her children will encounter a mother’s heart,
Shattered windowpanes will take on a pristine significance ~
for generations to treasure….
©Dani Thornton-Stock
( Cashmereheart )
Is love worth fighting for?
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Why is it when someone you love hurts you emotionally, to the depths of pain you feel your heart may never recover. Their response! “You should be strong”, “big girls don’t cry”,” what, did someone die”? Do we need broken bones and bruises, evidence of a crime? Do not vile words of expression hit harder than a fist?
This leads me to my next question, “When is Love worth Fighting For “? Why not give a little more PASSION and a little less PRIDE? How do you love someone, but in return their desire to manipulate, control and change who you are? We position our heart before them, stripped of all we possess, a naked vessel, only to shiver in the confines of their anger. Transparent, shocked at the horrible words that come against us through their lips, the same lips that should become drunk with our kiss. Our heart lies bleeding within our soul. You can’t conceive that this person, who says they love you, could emit such anger as that of a nickel-plated tongue, a blade which illuminates hatred and cruelty. Solitary confinement becomes your punishment on a 24 hour clock. They think teaching you lessons become more important and significant, than two working toward becoming one. It appears to set a flame to all you had hoped for and it resembles ashes beneath your feet.
As days pass, the mood has altered. He looks to you and notices how delicate you are, how childlike your spirit, the gentleness of your tone and the kindness you always wear as your outer coverings. He tells you he is sorry, that it was not premeditated, that you are the most wonderful woman he has ever met and that you are his entire life.
Beauty lies in the heart of compassion. His days filled with laughter, her nights drenched with pain. When her heart can no longer endure, the heavens will part and angel tears will cloud her vision for a brief moment in time. She will become unconscious of the pain which resides within her soul. She may rest on a makeshift bed of roses…….until the cycle of anger and vile words repeat itself. It is then her emotions will become stagnant and she wonders if the LOVE may not be worth fighting for? How many times can she feel as if fragments of her mind and heart are being trampled and scattered in the wind, leaving behind an empty vessel? How long can this last, before there is nothing left?
As for you I’d love to hear what you are feeling, how this cycle of anger and love has or would affect your mind, body and soul. Is there uncontrollable crying, do you lash out in anger, do you blame yourself, withdraw in fear? Perhaps simply retreat where your emotions are hidden within the deepest corners of your heart?
For anyone who can identify with this, my heart goes out to you, for you are not alone. Find a safe place in your mind and retreat there, protecting your heart. I feel every tear you have shed, for I too have done the same. You deserve so much more, you ARE a beautiful person. Stop the cycle, confide in a dear friend, open the doors to the life you have longed for and so richly deserve.
Affectionately yours,
Copyright Dani Thornton-Stock ~ Cashmereheart
Pssst Sweet Nothing
The crack in my heart, weathers on my mind, like a tremor that
has shaken the foundation of my soul. Birds singing ~ in the
stillness of dusk, reminds me of a past, which is becoming
misplaced to me.
Memories of delicious moments are sacrificed into tears,
falling like rain, absorbed on the breast of a forgotten love…
Sorrow consumes her flesh, like a disease that resides in a
feeble body. History together means naught, in the vehemence of
battle.
Teaching lessons become more significant, than two that have
become one, on any given night.
Souls that have weathered triumph over victory, hearts which
have been shelved in the lost and found, waiting for their turn to
expire.
Now protest in the forces of destruction. Foolish pride begins
to take refuge in one’s mind. Devouring his spirit until his body is
ridiculed with guilt.
Setting a flame to all you have hoped for now becomes ashes
beneath your feet. With each step that you take in time, will
emboss impressions of a lost love.
Fix your eyes over my shoulder at the memories of times past;
it will only display images of residue in which tarnishes your
stance.
Your life will by no means be one and the same. The scare
imprinted on your heart, will forever be reminiscent of a forlorn
love, destined for truth, a grief-stricken act, for a misplaced heart.
Dani Thornton-Stock
