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 Feb 2014 Alice
Manny
Ambrosial
 Feb 2014 Alice
Manny
Your face would make the angels weep,
And Satan lose his stride.
Your tears could fill the oceans,
Now, you cannot, cannot hide.
Suggestions?
© Maniba Kiani

Ambrosial - worthy of the gods, divine
 Feb 2014 Alice
Manny
Take my hand
 Feb 2014 Alice
Manny
Take my hand
And we'll run away
To someplace better than Olympus,
Take my hand
And we'll be free
We'll start a new life together,
Take my hand
And we'll find a place
We can call home,
Take my hand
And we'll cut off our hair
We'll be new people,
Take my hand
And we'll change our names
I can be 'sorry' and you can be 'it's fine'
Take my hand
Don't be afraid to take the risk,
Just take my hand.
Written 12/02/14
A poem about the 'American dream' that I share with my best friend. We want to escape and just be free, we have so many plans for our future...even though 'plans' is all it ever will be because life is not like a story book and real life has no happy endings.

©Maniba Kiani
 Feb 2014 Alice
Manny
Untitled
 Feb 2014 Alice
Manny
The acrid smoke burns my throat
Polluting my lips,
My tongue,
Leaving behind a trail of bitterness
Down my oesophagus.
I feel the ash rising in my lungs
Hot, acidic, molten;
I draw in breath -
Coughing -
Inhaling -
Exhaling.
Exchanging my thoughts for those poisonous fumes
That dance in my air passage
Each breath feels like a release
As each ash particle falls and forms a clenched fist
Around my black lungs.
23:20  21/2/14
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 Feb 2014 Alice
Aleska Servian
I like to write our names with blood
so life can seem a bit more poetic
i keep your wick hair in my pocket
my friends didn't agree that Hamlet was that dramatic
The sunset makes me feel so sick
but when you hold my hands and i take my pills
i feel like i'm van gogh's daughter
a mortal virus that can't be killed
We're looking for meanings in the most futile things
a honorable God on the corner of his eyes
bring me someone's head on a tray
to prove that our flame's still alive

Would you treat me like a suicidal queen?
i'm a lonely wolf who got used to be alone
my tears in a black and white screen
like a porcelain doll you'd lock me in a glass dome
All i want
is to be loved
all i want
is to be loved

We'll sit on the windows of your expensive car
your dark hair invisible through the night
i bet they thought i kissed the devil
cause i always wanted to be the reason of a fight
Paris burned his legacy for his muse
women expect nothing but true violent love
life enjoys making us unhappy
send your letters through a black dove
A bonfire and a cheap bottle of wine
i'll cover myself with the money that you stole yesterday
i can be deaf, i can be mute, i won't be blind
looking for a gangster Romeo for my birthday

Would you treat me like a suicidal queen?
i'm a lonely wolf who got used to be alone
my tears in a black and white screen
like a porcelain doll you'd lock me in a glass dome
All i want
is to be loved
all i want
is to be loved

And i'll run to you with all the thorns in my feet
i'm feeling pretty loved
the hunger is divine and i'll eat your own meat
feels like i'm being hugged
 Feb 2014 Alice
Aleska Servian
I wanted to build a glass building
so i could always keep my eyes on them
they shake hands in exchange of coins
i'm sitting on the dark singing the national anthem
When you never belonged to anything
you can sleep on the cold floor and pretend it's a bed
When you never belonged to anyone
you can take your loneliness and wear it as a hat
I guess they won't notice
if our tears open holes on the street
The pink big elephant
in the living room
he wants to take your seat
I don't usually write these short poems, but the inspiration to continue ran away.
 Feb 2014 Alice
purple orchid
"Purple Orchid"
A symbol of rare beauty
Exotic. Delicate. Mysterious
Precious, in every way
Lost in a tropical land of
Purple Haze,
I am there
Whispering with a tinge of
Innocence yet wild
With passionate dark desires.
A calm stability of blue and
The fierce energy of red
Stimulating mystery and thrill,
A darkened flower
Of refined passion
With strikingly lush petals,
Intoxicating.
In his mind,
I am
A
Purple Orchid
He's a fan of Purple Prose
Purple prose- large exaggerations, lies, and highly imaginative writings
 Feb 2014 Alice
Sound Of Rain
My words disappear and my mind goes blank when I hear the sound of your laughter.
It's just like music to my ears, and I never realized just how beautiful it is,
Until the other day, when you laughed from so far away, yet I heard you in my room.
It made me smile and warmed up my heart, and I almost felt like Summer was here.

Cause                                  
        that's                            
               just                      
                        how              
    :)                          beautiful  
                        your            
               laughter                    
    really                                
is.                                        
.
P.S. Summer is my favorite season.
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