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 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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On wings of thoughts words fly moving through clouds white. They tickle bird feathers igniting their graceful tails.
Where will thoughts land?
Perhaps in mouth to speak with song. Or maybe tickle palm to write a poetic saga.
Maybe they'll end up in dream that plays to beating heart.? Or will merge in wind of breath to blanket a scene.

Time will tell.
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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MUSIC
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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Hands tap to beat of heart.
Breath engages with deep inhale
as if tuning up human instrument.

Music commences from voice.
Its all good with intention
even if I sing off key.
Inspired by Khaliyah Keedah
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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Happiness.
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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I feel like I could bleed a rainbow,
For once I can sit calmly,
My thoughts will flow,
They are a gentle stream,
Yet even as a surging waterfall,
They bring me solace this once.
Perhaps I have found myself again,
Perhaps I have completely lost my mind.
Perhaps what we seldom feel,
Are the feelings we should not,
For life is little about pleasure,
More so about sacrifice.
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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Lust.
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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She doesn’t love me,
And you haven’t felt love,
Let me give you a glimpse,
Of something near thereof.

Let’s pretend we’re okay,
Even though I don’t trust you,
We’ll make ourselves vulnerable,
And for tonight I’ll lust you.
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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Kiss Me
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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kiss me with speed of light
and wrap your aura round my vessel.
Kiss me so all senses of time disintegrates
and rivers of ecstatic waves flow.
Kiss
me
long
so melodies travel in mind.
gracefully as our heartbeats play
to float us in waves of passions.
Isabella inspired this. A gift to he poet community
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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I Wish
 Mar 2018 Sadly Kida
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I wish to write a story
deliciously threaded
with intrigue and mystery.
A story where the reader reads
every word hungry for more.

I want to write a story
where my own unexpected
ending surprises even me.

I wish to write a story
below full moon as energies  
lite my inner creative flame
and visions mount.

I guess I should get started.
I laid across your heart like a bed.
Secure, soaring through the air.
Goodbye to the linen I left back at home.
Stuck in an room.
I felt at ease.
My back falling splat into comfort.
An endless supply of sheets.
Laying in complete peace.
My every woe.
My every ache.
Thereby at the door.
There's nothing outside this moment.
Soon I will be sleep.
That's all left to do.
Snore.
A dream closer than the eye.
Sandman.
Stay where you are.
Away from me and my cache
made of heart.
I hope you don't mind that I've laid here.
Contouring to your every shape.
To lay away in this elation I have towards you.
I hope to catch more than a decent sleep.
My neck twisted left.
In a deep sleep in the contours of your heart
I held you dear despite the cold
To have you near me, to keep you from harm
To absorb your features, a look once bold
A sturdy human being, with an embrace so warm

A heart of gold, with bright silver smiles
Your once thoughtful and twinkling eyes
Your laughs of precious joy, echoing for miles
Your melodious voice, honey and spice

But I look at you now, a broken empty space
But I smile at you anyway, to forget my own pain
I took your arm gingerly, clasp our hands into a lace
I kiss you so lovingly, even to have it all in vain

As warm tears fell, turning my eyes to red
I cried out to you, full of sorrow and grief
As you lay there quietly, still on a marble bed
Cold kisses to remind me, of your life that went so brief
Cold kisses...
Misery was her name.
"fill the void," she prayed
she felt an emptiness in her
r i b c a g e
but her illness was never vain
perhaps, it kept her sane
the paradox of pain.
-Erica Marie Roach
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