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I function sometimes
I function in fear,
Feeling,
Kneeling,
Whisper of a broken
Savior,
My tired soul labors
Along at the speed of
Life
The species known as me
Death eternal,
Internal declining,
Lightning flashes,
Passes to ashes,
In a life flashes
Love deeply
Totally utterly
Self aware in a solitary confinement
My life is out of alignment,
That the seeds were driven
From a scattered field of
Sun flower,
I want to watch my son flower,
What is a life
but a a lighter shade of black,
I want to go back
But its a point that half time,
I only have half the average,
Light embers in a fading dusk
Poetical emotion
Up without horizons,
Stay surviving asleep
While im awake,
Life turning to faded dreams

Illusion is that there is no illusion
Im kinda faded on drank
 May 2017 Rayleen Jayne
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I don't think I'm in love with her face or her toned body..
I think I'm in love the way she stares into the perpetual crystal blue sky..
I'm in love when she try to define this absurd world ..
I'm in love the way she sprint into the crowd of small elderly gentleman to replenish the loneliness..
I'm in love when she tries to conceal the soreness of her soul with gentle smile ..
I'm in love the way she express her emotions in riddle..
I'm in love when she curiously observe the eternal nature...
I'm in love the way she talks passionately about her goals with her bright unblinking eyes...
I'm in love the way she rest her head on my shoulder when she get tangled up in the rollercoaster of emotions...
I'm in love when she close her eyes while she listens to the sounds of the wild sea waves...
Sometimes I brush my sadness off
like four fingertips to a feather on
the edge of my shoulder,
and just watch it float there in the wind,
interpreting it like a dream
that has a thousand different meanings.
 May 2017 Rayleen Jayne
Amanda F
Sei Un Universo

Fall into a bed of flowers.
Let your mind ripple like aqua
Under the melting sun.
Your honey like skin,
A nurtured drop of sunlight.
Absorb It.
The moon and the sun shall hide
Within you.
For in your bones is the dust
Of planets.
And in your mind are
Boundless constellations.

You are a universe.

- A.F
I said no to the man,
  and made my own bed

I cut my own trail,
  with eyes straight ahead

In debt to myself,
  but thankful to all

My words freely spoken,
  their verdict my call

I beat my own rhythm,
  on multiple drums

I structured the lyrics,
  to sing and to hum

The nighttime began,
  what the mornings forgave

A living refusal,
  my back to the grave

The years have renewed,
  all memories collide

What was old, what was young,
  the truth and the lies

A comet yet burning,
  new verse in the sky

One word still an orphan,
  and homeless,
   —‘GOODBYE’

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
This morning the roses in mama’s garden
Bloomed with a brighter hue than is usual.
I heard them giggling too, passing onto
Each other the age old secret of youthfulness and allure.
Once they’d spotted the chivalrous bees
In their escapades, they puckered their lips almost automatically
Their eyes bright and expectant, arms clasped
All about them an air of finesse and grace
Seemed to buoy their spirits making them glow iridescently.
And so the bees like iron fillings to a magnet
Found themselves “finding comfort” amidst the
Beautiful roses and thus I opened my eyes
To a rather awesome realization
About the spirit of intimacy.
When your eyes smile,
and your cheeks are full and round
like **** pressing for release against the surface
of a blouse.That is the first baby step to explosive
intimacy.
kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic

i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents

you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door

sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor

i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips

i practice things i'll never say to you

i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl  swingset misses children

rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach

for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray

this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep

i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes

i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one

in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume

i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice

if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it"

i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem

the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they *****

we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you

nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps

sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
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