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 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
nivek
this world deserves to be loved
is lovable
no scientist has managed to disprove this
Look no more into shattered glass
Vampires with their deception
Watch only awhile
For destructive my image be
Amplifies into a savage night

Hidden at forests edge
The secret of us all
A flower so black
Only vampires can behold

Ravens lead the way
To a home we’ve never known

See no more into fractured glass
We of the night
Reflections gone
Loneliness our path
Fatal to all that lives
Secrets we keep

Hidden at forest edge
A flower so black
With ruby’s red blood
Only we can behold

By black rose
Inspired by Amelia Atwater- Rhodes with her book called “demon in my view”
 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
A
Sylvia
 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
A
I think of you often.
Though you are not here.
Inspired.

Wake up.
Why won't you answer me?
Shake.
Nudge.
Wake up.
Can you not hear?
Or are you ignoring me?

Clouds suffocate your light.

You're already gone.
I think I'm gonna hang,
down by the willow tree that stands,
so tall it touches the sky.
Think it'll keep me tied to this earth?
I don't think it will, it doesn't care.
Down by the willow tree I'm going to hang.

A traveler stops by,
asks me why,
tell him I'm hanging to forget
and to be forgiven.

They untie the knot,
pull me down and say,
life ain't fair and it's definitely not easy,
but it's not worth hanging' yourself for.
For anyone thinking of suicide, know that people do care and you don't have to die.
 May 2014 Isabella Pullivan
nivek
maybe the institution of marriage
institutionalised
is the bedrock of the family of Humankind
Putting the pieces of my life together,
a puzzle unfolds with every breath.
Where am I going to?
Where do I belong?
I belong here,
I belong in this moment.
Here is where I am needed.
With the hells of my past to guide my love filled heart,
I will right the wrongs of this prejudiced world.
No longer silent, I will speak out against the injustices of this society.
I am colorblind, I am statusblind, I am genderblind.
I will dance, and sing, and scrawl the truth on poet's paper.
I will wear the coats of all colors,
and I will be big.
Bigger than the events in my life.


*Maya  Angelou  
Born 4/4/1928  Died 5/28/2014
Poet, civil rights activist, dancer, film producer, television producer, playwright, film director, author, actress, professor
Miamisburg, Ohio May 28, 2014
You spread across my skin
Like a bruise
Shadows
Falling
Through the crack
In the windowpane

Stop using your words
To make me weep, my love

You make it
Too easy
And to difficult
To breathe
And love
All at once
Sometimes I think you've forgotten about me
And you no longer love me
I don't think you hear my ocean of cries
That continues to rise
As the sun sets and rise
I need you now more than ever
I may be a little clever
But with you in my life
I know my life will soon get better
I feel so alone...
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