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Aine Mar 2018
Cry
I cry.
yes I do..
I am not  a god
an immortal to all these hurts,
I get lost in the mist
of my own crowded eyes,
searching for reasons to all the emotions  
every droplet a sign of my powerful heart,
that is able to love  so much
and hurt so bad at the same time,
an angelic  paradox of it's own
a testimony of his powerful love .


©mereidow
this is to assure all of you beautiful people that crying isn't a sign of weakness, it is a Power only a few can understand.  let it out, clean your heart through the ways of your soul and be free. . Just cry if you need to
Aine Mar 2018
As days moved forward

our bodies became one

the eyes led the ears

the ears led the tongue

the tongue traced the parts that were locked away from everyone,  
and uttered words that awoke the skin

the skin brought a rush that moved mountains

pleasure not easily forgotten
and sent us straight into euphoria

and no one ,

No one could fantom the thought that
we were once strangers

because we were perfect strangers
Aine Mar 2018
we are fragments of a life
scribbled down on history
in regards of our mysteries
unsolved by societies
that seem to know everything
but loose their identities
when they face misfortunes,
minorities to majorities
loosing track of eternity
while dwelling on everything
that don't promote anything .

Like ashes we flew miles
to create our own sparks
once tamed by their eyes
and blocked by despise
but now turned into fires
burning down  all their lies
and fleeing our beautiful marvelous  psychics
into the unlimited skies
one more time
Aine Mar 2018
I'll hold onto you.
Firm, like the baobab roots
I'll deepen my grip into the soils of your soul
deeper and tighter until you feel like home

I'll be your shelter through the storm
your hideout when the thunder roars
I'll be the water you seek in times of drought,
and your anchor when it floods

I'll keep you still in rough times
your saddle when the wind betrays it's pace bearing uneasy breaths
I'll be with you  when it's impossible
a facilitator to your beautiful growth

I'll keep you on solid grounds
when erosion is eating you up
I'll store all your beautiful parts
even when they try to cut you down,
I will awaken the power of your regrowth

I am your roots

forever be your invisible guard,
that invincible part
not seen by naked eyes
nor touched by harmful hands

©mereidow
we all need that one person that  will always stick with us like roots, even when it's our self
Aine Mar 2018
The first time I fell in love with a woman:

it was on a Saturday afternoon
a sunny day with blissful winds
I saw her walking down the street
talking to a friend,  tending to a child
and carrying a water bucket on her head

she looked so fragile at that moment
but yet so strong ,
she moved like a lion,  she had the weight of the whole world on her shoulders but still maintained her balance,  
a goddess in every kind and form

she left me In awe not just by her beauty
but her strength, her pose and confidence
the way she moved put models to shame
her voice as serene as the oceans breeze
she had something in her that just made my deadly  frown turn into a perfect smile

she made me happy,  I fell deeply

As she moved closer, I could see the sweat dripping from her gracefully curved face
I noticed how each drop fell off her with  a harmonious  movement, she was a queen with a crown not made of the jewels of this world but those which are rare and not known to superficials

She looked deeply hurt and tormented by either her past,present or the future that is still so scared
She hides her scars with everything she got
her smile on her face to keep away the reflection of  pain in her eyes
she was so badass but so soft inside

She walked past me with her head held high
she cared about no judgment but for one's peace of mind
She looked at me and we shared a smile
she spoke the silent language of admiration and pure love
and at that fateful moment I deeply fell in love with a woman

©mereidow
Aine Mar 2018
Her
Her skin made her different

her life made her relevant

she is the girl who hates you

the girl who loves you too

the girl who’s been hurt a hundred times but still smiles even when it’s all falling apart

the girl who hides her scars with everything that she has,

her attitude is everything she’s not

her white lies reflect back to her past

her little Web of lies is where she hides
so that no one would know her worst

hurt disguised in every ounce of bad word that ever escaped her tongue

and tears that escape her holy fountain of eyes

she’s sorry but not so sorry and

you’ll never get to know that

unless you’re the bed and pillow she resides in at night.

— The End —