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She touches me and knows not why and that frightens her.
She's the only one that can make me cry, so she wonders.
How can I let her know I'm no threat just an admirer.
I only wish to touch her kaleidoscope heart as when friends confer.
Yet she watches me from a distance and that distance she keeps.
The longer she stays away the harder my battered soul weeps.
I have no dark motive nor any sinister plans.
Even if I desired, I could never be what she demands.
I guess convincing her of this is completely out of my hands.
So in the darkess corner of her mind is where I'll remain...is where I'll stand.
 Sep 2016 Pauline Morris
Coko
Shards of memories
Fragments of myself
When I lost these
I could no longer be myself
Each memory
Each object I my life
Each person I have encountered
They had their own special place in my heart
I have to bare parting with them
Emptiness has taken over my mind
One day I awoke
Mind blank and naïve of myself
The old me wouldn't  be able to  even imagine
Life without my talents
These precious memories
The close relationships with my friends and family
I lost these cherished moments that make life worth living
I have ceased to exist
When my reason for happiness, sadness, shyness, and kindness disappeared
I left with them

When I lost my memories, I lost myself
I literally don't know who I am
I was pushed off a balcony by my ex boyfriend around this time last year. I broke my jaw and lost my memory. The past year has been extra hard and life continues to be hard because I am still finding out who I am.
 Sep 2016 Pauline Morris
Stephan


On silver wings glistening
in June’s final sun
above feathered clouds,
wispy visions floating,
my heart races excitedly,
faster than any wind
rushing outside this small window
for I know below awaits
my promised destiny

Northern destinations,
sit just across the border
along a shoreline of desire
where silent sands
await our footprints,
collected in patterns of love
two at a time
leading to a paradise discovered
within yearning smiles

A year or more has passed,
though it seems only yesterday
when the flower of love bloomed,
scented longings flittering,
written on garden paths leading
to this hour as I unpack,
checking my watch,
constantly glancing towards an
unknowing door

Nervously listening…
every sound in the corridor
becomes an image in my mind,
butterflies gather in
a winged frenzy fluttering
deeply inside of me
as I pace the floor, searching
for the perfect words to say,
poetic or not


When comes a timid knock,
my heart skips a beat
and my pulse runs anxious
I open the door to find a beauty
so pure and mesmerizing
the world around me no longer exists,
replaced by an enchanting melody
I am desperate to sing yet
in this moment I can not speak

I melt into chocolate caramel eyes
as breath escapes me like
ochre and umber leaves falling
to a chilly autumn breeze and
I feel as weak, my knees quiver
as my gaze falls to her rose petal lips
and I can no longer contain myself,
I kiss her, deeply, passionately,
slowly drowning in euphoric bliss

Heaven has found me,
touched me, called me
as my lips caress those of an angel
and I float, deliriously
holding her in my arms
completely lost in the rapture of
realizing that finally
my forever dream
has come true
A poem about one of the best days in my life. At least I have the memories and that is something that can never be taken away from me.
 Sep 2016 Pauline Morris
Stephan
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The pain,
nothing there, emptiness, voided
feelings hollowed out shadowed
disruptions sitting in the darkness,
alone again and it hurts, god it hurts

That song,
melodic interruptions raining memories
from thunder head showers, down
poured sadness of minor keyed
choices played in you and me sorrow

This thought,
talking to me in whispered losses,
breathing my final words of non
seen poetic failures penned in desperate
ink, smeared by free verse tears

The end,
destitute caverns, deep, eternal,
carved in jagged emotions,
rough hewn outcroppings shattering  
because we aren’t, anymore
Everything ends I guess, at least for me it does.
Life has beauty in her nooks
In woods that trill of feathered songs
Where fireflies dance at dusk  
And starlight blankets night till dawn
In the rhythm  of falling rain
And drops of dew that shine on leaves
On mountain tops that reach the sky
The mystic shades of coral reefs

And if you feel spirits sag
Heavy eyes with burdens stressed
Rest your eyes on hyacinths
And on the moon cradling a crest
Catch the starlight streaming down
See angels in clouds that pass
Lay your head on a flower bed
Run bare feet on the grass

Life has beauty in her arms
In kindness and the touch of  love
In promises of hope and strength
Like the warm sun from above
In bouquets of wishes of care
Hands that tuck a flower in
Near and dear those precious ones
That soothe and balm a broken skin

And if you feel spirits sag
Heavy eyes with burdens stressed
Rest your head on a shoulder kind
And His eyes that forever bless
Your own shoulder, a solace be
Hands clasp another tight
For other spirits sag too
Then-
Into the beauty of the night.
I wake up at the beginning of every day.
Thinking about the time I'm wasting away.
I hope that one day I find an open door.
I know that I was meant for so much more.

With all of life's expense I have to keep pace.
It leaves me stuck between a rock and hard place.
I'm not looking for the way things were before.
That's what I'm trying to get away from for so much more.

When I say "So Much More" I don't mean material things.
I'm talking about the purpose for me that God brings.
And I pray in His will he takes me to a different shore.
Because I know that I was meant for so much more.

The endless monotony makes me wanna cry my eyes out.
But if not that it makes me wanna pry my eyes out.
But there is only one light that knows what's in store.
And I will dig deeper to know there is so much more.

Everything the past ten years have seemed meaningless.
But if it has a purpose then it has to be gleaminess.
The soul-crushing pain is for the renewing of my core.
So I can be filled with joy to know there is so much more.
I feel I'm losing ground and starting to slip.
I drive with no steering wheel and lose my grip.
There are still so many things I have to discover.
I wander through the abyss like no other.

I don't know if I've found what I'm looking for.
I'm looking for the way that it was before.
I'm looking for youthful freedom and innocence.
The freedom of my heart and never-ending complacence.

I want to feel free to be who I want to be.
There is no one I want to be other than me.
I want to unlock the chains that surround my heart.
And be free again like it was in the start.

I'm gonna be free again, and will be free soon.
I'm gonna stand up and sing to a different tune.
Life's too mundane and there has to be something ahead.
There will not be anymore days I am gonna dread.

Life's too short to live in depression and despair.
I am going to be free again, the way it oughta be.
I have much farther to go and I need to keep movin'.
I am locked up in myself and there is so much I'm losin'.
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