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I wish for you
Perfect sunsets
And early morning day dreams
I wish for you
Perfect smiles
And living life to the extremes
...
I wish for you all that
And so much more
But most of all
I wish-
I wish I could be
The one you spend
All those memories with
And I wish that
More than you could ever know
...

And yet,
When you looked at me
With tears in your eyes
And asked why
I couldn't stay
...
Well behind my broken smile
Was the truths that stung to say
...
Because-
I'm not the kind of girl you fall in love with.
("I'm not the kind of girl you fall in love with" was something RH had once told me as an excuse that I later found was written in her lyric wall. LOL just wanted to share the excitement that I found I finally found the full poem I'm guessing it first started out from (so I shared some of it with all of you!). Sorry for the long notes lately I've been moody but Happy Writing! ~BM)

(Front Page 4/27/2018)
 Apr 2018 Skye Marshmallow
Cinzia
He was right about April
callous brutality
washing our sorrows in joy
each sweet breath effortful
eyes reborn to the brightness
unaccustomed to all this blossoming
an embarrassment of beauty

but we go on
year after blistering year
infusing our days with purpose
we'll never come to understand
your lips against mine in
mysterious bliss
still writing, but less that I want to post lately. Hope you're all breathing effortlessly.
.
Some people search for a higher truth,
their lofty beliefs keeping them aloof.
They look past death to find out what?
Are they not content with what they've got?

Maybe they fear there is nothing beyond,
after the natural span they have donned.
Maybe they crave an extension on high,
but we are mortal, and mortals can only die.

So worry not about what comes after,
just enjoy life with love and laughter.
And as for the workings of eternity -
well – you'll just have to wait and see!


© Pagan Paul (18/02/17)
.
Fun and games
that's all it takes
to keep young hearts in motion
but one night like the
thousands of others
she went missing;
gone from sight and
gone from everyday life

Time went by
and she went with it
the clock was a ticking bomb;
waiting to find hope
and explode with glee
but on the happiest
day of the world
it took a sharp turn

She was found in the
morning's cold embrace
no trace of life remained;
robbed of innocence
robbed of possibilities
never to open eyes again
never to open the front door
and say "I'm home"
Based on the ****** of the Danish girl Emilie Meng in 2016. Her murderer is still not found.
 Apr 2018 Skye Marshmallow
everly
squeeze out my eyes
so i’ll no longer see
your repulsive presence.
torch my ears
so i may never hear you
approaching me with those
dark
     heavy
          steps.
cut out my tongue
so my gustatory senses won’t
be forced to taste you whole
whenever you
have your urges.

leave me for dead
for it is my
only means of
escape..
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