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  Jun 2015 MahoganyPumpkin
Micah
You would think she was an actress with the amount of lines she has...
MahoganyPumpkin May 2015
Twenty-six letters
Laid out like a pick and mix
Going cheap
For those who don't think much of them
And for millions
For those who know what they can do.
The alphabet.
  May 2015 MahoganyPumpkin
a
i'm sorry for telling the complete truth, for once,
and ruining our blissful ignorance
that wasn't so much blissful at the depths,
but there was a hint of smile inside,
for both of us,
until now
MahoganyPumpkin May 2015
I think that the dazzling sun
and the splashing rain
and the whirling wind
that storm our precious earth
and batter its shell
in a haze of destruction
are favoured;
favoured over the still sky
and the quiet moon
and the iridescent stars
that  spread out above our heads  in ornate trails and sequinned patterns.
And they are favoured because they are tangible
loud
there to feel against our soft skin.
And we can know them
know their force
know their name
without having to wonder for too long.
And I like them.
I like to know them.
But I also like to wonder a little
at times
over the navy ripples of the galaxy
and the infinity that lies in all directions;
the slow stillness of a vacuum all around
that holds the planets in a timeless rotation around one another.
And what makes me happy is that I am able to appreciate the marvels of the universe
and the catastrophic turns in the weather
at the same time as sitting on a bed
in a bedroom
in a house
in a town
in a city
in a county
in a country
in a world both separate and completely together with those untraceable stars and the pale moon. And I can also love the beige carpet beneath my feet
and the strange conversations I have with the best of the best
of friends
and I can love the interconnected satellite dishes that hold my Internet up
on rainy days
and in the late hours
never complaining
whilst I ramble on about anything and everything I can.
And I can enjoy my life.
I can love and like and dislike
and appreciate and understand and comprehend
and know and not know and not need to know.
I can be a person
an individual
with opinions and
racing thoughts
and fingers aching from typing
and good lord
what a world I live in.
I can write like this
and fill it with pretentious vocabulary
and ridiculous adjectives
and it is allowed
and it is accepted
and all the while it's making me happy.
And I know.
I know that this is right.
This is who I want to be.
I want to be happy
and right now
at this minute
at the same time that Orion the Hunter is waiting in silence
and The International Space Station in cruising above
and a little girl is riding her bicycle down the street so far below,
I am.
For the #WhatMakesMeHappy competition held in partnership with Movellas.
MahoganyPumpkin Apr 2015
Oh, please forgive me,
I don't mean to be rude.
But I do, but I do, but I do.

Oh, please excuse me,
ignore what I say.
*But it's true, but it's true, but it's true.
  Apr 2015 MahoganyPumpkin
Nicole
To feel you without touch,
to see you without vision,
to taste you without tongue,
to clash without collision.

To breathe you without lungs,
to savor without scent,
to listen without sound,
to sin without repent.

To live without a life,
to calm without a breath,
to fall without a break,
to die without a death.
I'll be saving my love for you.
© Nicole ***
MahoganyPumpkin Apr 2015
I fall, free as rain breaking the bonds of cloud.
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