posted February 19, 2015 02:11 PM            

For those who are learning the 'secret' to finding true love. Stay strong, ladies (and gentlemen).

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'SOUL MATES'

by Aubyanne, 1995 (February/March; start of freshman year)

They died within each other's arms,
But later awoke at opposite ends of a table.
She was weary from the venture;
He vowed, ‘I will return to you when I am able.’

In that moment, by a pair of angels, she was lifted to her feet.
‘How will I find you?’ she cried. ‘Without you, I am incomplete!’
His eyes then filled with love, and he only said: ‘You will know me when we meet.’

With these words, she awakened, upon a distant shore.
A locket at her heart,
Though she knew not what it was for.
No matter how she willed it,
Its hinge remained locked tight.
She figured, maybe someday,
She’d learn and get it right.

Wandering to a sleepy town, she lives modestly and just,
Grateful to all she knows.
But as the years fly past her,
A wanderlust.
Loneliness and confusion grows.

She herself feels timeless,
Though all about her has changed.
She’s seen the inception of it all,
And everything rearranged.

Returning to the shore of her memory,
Through no recognition of why,
She lifts her face to the setting sun,
Preparing,
To …
… Fly.

Her locket within her fist,
She closes her eyes against the breeze.
‘I’ve had enough of this,’ she weeps.
Falling to her knees.
‘I did all that I know! All that you asked! Please!’
She shouts to the heavens, one last time;
‘Why have you forsaken me?’

There is no answer, no reply, nary a single word.
She brings herself to her feet, feeling quite absurd.
It is then that an old woman approaches,
Though no sound travels within her wake;
‘My child, why are you crying? And what is it you forsake?’

‘My true love has abandoned me, I will wander this world alone.’
The old woman laughs, heartily. ‘My dear, you must only atone.’
‘For what must I forgive?
It is with honesty and gratitude that I live!’

‘Here that may be so,
But we are timeless beings on a path neverending;
It’s there that you must go.’

But she thought the old woman mad,
And thought it easier to feel broken and sad.

‘Do not live and love for reward or gain;
Do it because it fills your heart, and steals others from misery and pain.’

Suddenly, it became clear,
She understood all she had to do.
She turned to thank the old wise woman,
But there was nobody to turn to.

She gripped the locket within her hand,
And sang a prayer to the sky.
It was then that it popped open.
She didn’t even try!

‘I have been waiting for you,’
Came the voice from the dream.
‘To find the answer within, that none else can provide.
The heart can only open freely. It cannot be pried.’

She ran to him then, enveloped in pure light.
‘This place is so troubling; it’s a terrible sight.
There’s loneliness and loss,
Misery and pain,
Those who seek to harm,
For their own twisted gain.
I was giving up hope;
I felt I couldn’t go on.
What am I to do now?
It’s been forever that you’ve been gone!’

His radiant smile washed away all of her care.
‘You never need look for me, I have always been there.
Together we will be,
A force stronger than this.
Soon all that we touch will know the happiness of bliss.’

She reached for his hand, but only a voice carried on.
‘Only nearly you are ready, there is much to do before the Dawn.’

As the memory of his voice echoed within her heart and soul,
She felt a new beginning; a much greater goal.
She took the open locket within her fingers, and breathed in the air.
‘Thank you,’ she said, to the one that she knew was still there.

Not a further hour would she waste,
Only would she live.
She returned to the town in haste;
She had so much more to give!

One day, she would long no more,
And return then to the distant shore.
It is there he would be waiting,
Neither one no longer anticipating,
And together,
Over that vast ocean,
They will soar.

posted February 19, 2015 07:04 PM            

Here's one of my poems....

"Does My Love Beat True"
© copyright 2011
( First written at age 19)

I came from over the skies of fog
I traveled through the seas of blossoms
I ran so fast through the forests of rain
But wasn't ready for the fields of accomplish
I was searching for you
Do you want me to?
Does my love beat true?
Do you want it to?

Under the mists of blue
Over the oceans of glass
With the chill in the air
I climb up the mountains of brass
I was still searching for you
Do you want me to?
Does my love beat true?
Do you want it to?

I continue this path always alone
Wondering if your heart made of stone?
I hear you in the air and feel you everywhere
But to my despair, youre never there
I will still search for you
Do you want me to?
Does my love beat true?
Do you want it to?

posted February 19, 2015 07:43 PM            

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Originally posted by Gabby:
Here's one of my poems....

"Does My Love Beat True"

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Gabby, that's so funny you said you were 19, as that's the end of our first Saros cycle. (It's when I first started the story which would be my first multidimensional / 'twin flame' sort of works.)

posted February 19, 2015 07:47 PM            

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Originally posted by Aubyanne:
Gabby, that's so funny you said you were 19, as that's the end of our first Saros cycle. (It's when I first started the story which would be my first multidimensional / 'twin flame' sort of works.)

This is more of a song, actually, with the rhythmic 'chorus' of 'does my love beat true? Do you want it to?' I can easily hear it in my head to some melody ... like a classic celtic sort of ballad that's been roughly translated into English from Gaelic. I love it!

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posted February 19, 2015 08:21 PM            

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Originally posted by Peluches:
These are part of the most beautiful poems I've read.

Wish I could post mine, but they're in French

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posted February 19, 2015 11:12 PM            

It's funny; I wrote quirky poetry in my youth, the likes of which had lyrics similar to some of Beck's earlier songs. I was looking for that one, and I stumbled into two others instead -- where I had apparently found myself very inspired. The date on the document only had a year, but was created with Microsoft Works, which I used from 1994-1996, at which point I moved up to MS Office Suite, and started using Word. Unsurprising, as it claims that 1995 was the year of its creation.

No month, so I had to hunt down other documents created around that time. One was an essay, so I determined it was written during the first part of my freshman year, meaning I was around fourteen years old.

What struck me the most is how it would quickly lead to my first novel at fifteen. These ideas and archetypes had been bouncing around in my brain all throughout junior high, so that my first novel would involve Twin Flame imagery -- though I knew nothing of it at the time.

Even in creating the Lachesis project (from which its inception sprung from a dream) I was still using Twin Flame imagery, but now coining original terms to create verisimilitude in the world I was co-creating.

It's largely that project which incited me to seriously research the concept. But it was still theory, and purely concept. It wouldn't be until beginning to develop it for TV, and launching the Twinflame Astrology research thread, that I'd REALLY start seriously learning.

And I'd already been banned from a Twin Flame site for being 'too pragmatic'. Not even kidding! I was too much of a sceptic for their taste. I really did try!

posted February 19, 2015 11:37 PM            

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Originally posted by Peluches:
These are part of the most beautiful poems I've read.

Wish I could post mine, but they're in French

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posted February 19, 2015 11:39 PM            

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Originally posted by Lavender CrystalSwan:
That is so beautiful Aubyanne, thank you for sharing

I too have been writing poetry since I was 12. A year later I become aware of my twin, and that's when it intensified to the more romantic, longing kind.
Interestingly I found that his and my writing styles are very similar.

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posted February 19, 2015 11:52 PM            

I've written poems in english since I was 17(I'm 23 now). That desire happened thanks to my first "deep love" experience because back then I couldn't make my emotions run properly( I still can't express them correctly), so I started to channel those emotions in writing, and more or less since then tt became my catharsis for the lowdowns of life.

Have you ever felt all alone, running through the coast?
Thinking on every step you made, and tried to not deceive?
Everyone needs a little time, from the city’s lights
No one’s now around here, they are hidden somewhere
That’s all I need to know, to walk on my own

I am here in this lonely beach, where I can be myself
Looking on the moving pictures, you gave me as a gift
How it went from there to here, in the frail of the midnight cold
Maybe said a bit too much, but that’s how it is
How are you in the present time, keeping your dreams alive?
Maybe we never been that close, even if we cared

Have you ever felt all alone, running through the coast
Thinking on every word you said, and tried to be sincere?
Everyone needs a little time, from the city’s fools
No one’s now around here, they are hidden somewhere
That’s all I need to know, to walk on my own

Have you ever felt a betrayal, by a dearest friend?
Keeping secrets at your back, and never being truthful
Wish I fought at any cost, and to never kept my feelings down
Never quite did that much, but that’s how it went
I reflect on every moment, if we ever felt an inner light
To every promise we tried to do, but couldn’t make ‘em right

Have you ever felt all alone, running through the coast?
Thinking on a tale of love, trying to moving on?
Everyone needs a little time, sleeping in the sands
No one’s now around here, they are hidden somewhere
That’s all I need to know, to walk on my own

I hear the sound of the lonesome wind, coming straight at me
Makes me know that’s it’s alright, to leave you far behind
You’ll barely know the pain I suffered, since that dreadful day
Gave it all in a madness moment, I threw it all away
I wish to try to change the past, to make you stay around
It ain’t even worth it now, the distance is too much

Silence’s now my calling card, to set me free
From the days I loved you dearly; it’s all said and done
I kissed goodbye the shining stars, they all looked so small
They were just mere illusions, nothing came at all

The latest experience I had make me write tons of poems and songs, because I was experiencing a vulnerability and very intense emotions that I couldn't handle properly and I didn't want them to be released early to the woman I felt, so the only way to make those emotions run freely was to write and sing, and after the horrible end to the experience some of my recent writings are very dark(I guess), and this poem tells a bit of my story.

I can't say the woman was my twin, but deep inside of me I felt that she could be the one, but sadly she went with a **** I called a friend in the day, that hangs around with other women and doesn't give her the love that she deserves, but, that's life, it happens for a reason, even if it ******* hurts.

And seeing other posts around, all I can say is that We all have the power to control our lives and learn through the experiences we had to make the changes we need, and learn to love, and make the best of our lives, We don't need to suffer endlessly for people that gives a **** about us, that play with us, that doesn't give us the love that we deserve, We have the power, we just have to live and learn to feel it. It takes time.

Cheers.

posted February 19, 2015 11:53 PM            

That's such a blessing that you were able to intellectually know this along with emotionally feel it at such an early age.
I had no idea where this stuff was coming from.
At that time my head and heart only communicating through my poems...years later I wondered if it was my heart crying out to the rest of me to be acknowledged as a part of me. I have a poem regarding that exactly, then another poem where it seems like my head was answering my hearts cries, pretty much it said "stop being a baby and shut up"! Lol
I still think it could partially be my heart crying to the rest of me to be heard, but that also fits with why we(I) need to connect to our TF, as they carry part of our heart.

Funny thing is my TF has his Moon exact conjunct my Sun, with his Mars exact opposed.
It's like he brought a heart to me and taught me to fight to feel again. Through him I became aware of my emotions. Before him I couldn't feel my emotions I rejected them. I knew they were there but I could only intellectually write about them in order to express them.
His Pluto also was conjunct my Moon in my 12th...that is the equivalent of jump starting a heart to!! Lol
After him I was swimming in a sea of emotions and nearly drowned, but happier for it still!

posted February 20, 2015 02:52 AM            

Okay, so I stuck to the theme and chose one which (surprisingly...) had the same title as yours, Auby. Buuuut, it's a little short. Anyway, here goes.

Ă‚MES SĹ’URS

Dans le creux de ma vie coule un ruisseau tranquille,
Je m'y réfugie, bercée par le parfum des jonquilles.
Pour la première fois, je t'aperçois, et je suis surprise
Par ta voix ; quelle douce musique Ă  mes oreilles ! Conquise...

Dans le creux de mes pensées coule la mélodie de ta voix,
Le temps passe et tu m'attires encore plus... Pourquoi ?...
Je suis Ă©prise de toi, amoureuse, seulement...
Tu ne m'aimes pas en retour, je l'apprends....

Dans le creux de mes veines coulent de chaudes larmes...
Désespérée, inconsolable, je suis hantée par ton charme.
Mais tu arrives, tu me parles, et mon rêve se réalise.
DĂ©sormais, je t'appartiens, et je suis ta promise.

Dans le creux de nos mains coule un filet d'or pur,
Les étoiles dans tes yeux me brûlent de luxure.
La tentation est trop forte et j'y succombe,
Tandis que tu me noies dans un océan de passion.

Dans le creux de nos cœurs brûle la flamme des âmes sœurs ;
Mon amour, l'on s'aimera pour toujours avec chaleur.
Et nos mains, enlacées, se serreront à jamais,
Car nous resterons ensemble pour l'éternité.

posted February 20, 2015 03:06 AM            

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Originally posted by VanillaBean:
It's great, both of you.
I wish i had such talent. ^_^

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posted February 20, 2015 08:32 AM            

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Originally posted by Gabby:
Thank you VanillaBean....do you like to write?

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Yes i like to write, i have plans that one day, i'll write my own novel, but not in English as i'm not skilled enough. xD French is my first language.

posted March 21, 2015 04:26 AM            

Thank you for sharing your so-heartfelt poetry.

I wrote some as well. I'll try to find it and post. But it might be months, if I continue the erratic pattern I've had of late.

Again, thank you. So beautiful. <3 <3 <3