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 Sep 2013 Olivia Jill
Megan Grace
but
god
none of my blankets
are as warm as you
and none of my pillows
smell like you,
breathe like you.
Eternally watching,
Always writing, noting,
Never speaking,
Never gloating.

I see you there,
All many of you,
I see you continuing,
Through and through.

Mine eyes are tools,
Tools of trade,
They help me work, love, and breath,
Find my way.

And match it to yours.
 Sep 2013 Olivia Jill
Megan Grace
please just give me
a chance to rub
my name into
your heart like
you did to mine.
 Sep 2013 Olivia Jill
Nina S
Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
Some good, some bad, some defeated.
Some helped, some saved, some forgotten.
Through it all, they gleam,
The source of the power that we witness.

I am one in the million.

Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
I fly towards them at 540 miles an hour, yet I cannot get there fast enough.
The power of a million souls ensnares me.
As I step into the humid night,
I feel it.  

Bombay gleams with the power of a million souls.
I am one of them.
I am home.
I feel the power.

The sounds in the streets,
The waves in our ocean,
The stars in my sky.
Bombay gleams with the power of these souls.
And mine.

As all the fury of the sun was put inside the moon
The sky was lit, a starry sight, a petrified maroon
And now the dark is like the light, the earth is spinning still
The people go in circles too, their sleepy heads to fill
And all the voices gather up as language is explained
The mystery that once had been is openly disdained
Familiar now and understood, the bitten tongue will bleed
The zealous cell in every drop is coming out of me
I put it back inside my mouth and fight to keep it closed
But there is no assailant here, I'm already exposed
The sun is night, the moon is day, confusion - rationale
And be there blood among the two, it spilleth all around

"furious as the sun, vibrant as the moon"
Madness.
Belligerent.
Furious.
Enraged.
Dangerous.

I am angry.
Do not make me angry if you value our friendship.
Do not dangle the treads I cherish more deeply than your soul above a flame.
If they break, so will you. I will see to it.

Do not threaten my safety.
 Sep 2013 Olivia Jill
Shan
Love
 Sep 2013 Olivia Jill
Shan
Summer was made for wandering between tall trees,
Thinking about the smell of daylight
And if birds really do have knees.
I'd brush my hand down your cheek and wonder where you're hiding your wings.

I suppose that I should show you what it's like to love,
Buy you lots of pretty things.

When we are grey and ready for peace we will talk and think we are quite profound,
I wont let your hand go unless it's to swing, twirl you around.

Right now I want you to know
That there is a love song written for you.
You have a space in my heart,
right next to red roses,
rain
and big, bright blue balloons.

Every year we will take a walk through tall trees,
and I'll mention what you mean to me.

White lilacs remind me of wedding dresses,
pink ribbons and shiny  headdresses.
So I think that I'm going to talk from one knee.
I'll be all you really need, let's be free.
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