She

I see between the sheets.

Silhouettes of you and me.

A fine line for eyes to see.

Of movements only you and I can breathe.

We don’t even need these sheets.

The night air is safe to see.

As our bodies cling between.

And memories are made with me.

-OM

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Terror

Terror me.

come terror me.

terror me some more.

My night terror, you can’t dispel her, a memory I once bore.

A night terror.

Another terror.

Did I ask for more?

Not a night mare, just full of scare, these take their toll.

-OM

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~Share a Post Sunday~

Feel free and share a post or link on my site! Meet some bloggers as well and grow your network!

I’m looking for something to reblog this week. I’ll scroll through what people leave behind.

-OM

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Something

I sat upon the edge of tomorrow,

and dangled my legs into the future.

Swinging my feet into tomorrow,

I looked for some inspiration to borrow.

For something worth seeing to see.

Some inspiration left inside of me.

A sign of what the future brings.

A sign of what today really means.

-OM

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Personal

Color me by number. Categorizing how I feel.

Shade in my personality with your interpretation of what I mean. Italics by a frown. Question marks by my smiles.

Color me in until I am free. Until there are no more numbers in me.

-Opinionated Man

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Rain and sun

I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without a single sound. I knew I had found your sadness when tears washed upon my eyes. They felt like my tears feel when I cry sometimes. That’s when I realized we were crying as one. It wasn’t rain at all I felt, I was standing under the sun.

-OM

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