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 Nov 2018 Angie Marcano
adriana
my bloodlines have turned to fault lines
because of lines drawn in the sand.
Hair wet.
Rain running down my face.
Clothes damp but hadn't damper my mood.
Cause I'm in the rain thinking of you.
I'm not crying
And do wish I was walking in this rain with the one I love.

But for now, the thought of you will have to do.
You looked into my eyes
And saw yourself looking back,
You corrupted me, wholly, fully until your demons were my own..
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
pluto
you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
you think,
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.
The creative process
is a mysterious deed
No one quite knows
why the mind has this need
To look and to think
and to say what it thought.
To put into context
for those whom it got -
Its Ideas, its Memes
Its articulate streams
Its power, its ability
to hold tight all the seams.
I love this ability
no need for nobility.
Closer to truth
is my final vicinity.
A wish that keeps growing with each passing day

it covers the waters of each dream, it controls me
like a whisper in the night, it weakens the heart

making each day a wish of love that shall always

grow deeper and deeper, till there is only dreams

left to dream, wishes have now become a reality..



By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
Villam
I remember the day when you asked
Where is my writing?
I did not understand
What writing?
You replied
Some writing from you to me
That night I started to write again
In the foreign language for me
The first one was not great
You only said it is interesting
Thank you for inspiring me
It is still lasts
You have become my muse
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