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 Sep 2012 Sally Soe
Kayleigh
Seven past seven
That crisp summers morning
My world fell apart.

My door burst open
With such urgency and I knew.
I knew that your time had come.

I remember everything about that day
Mis-matched clothes, thrown on so fast.
Getting stuck behind that slow ******* driver.

We'd never done the journey so quickly
And who cared that it was a thirty? Not us.
We flew to you that day, but it felt like a lifetime.

We left the car abandoned, my Mother and I,
Rushing through reception, with an urgency
So strong, it still brings tears to my eyes.

Down the corridors, the corridors that were tilted today.
Dizzy, so dizzy. This couldn't happen now, not ever.
Into the room they called 'yours'.

There you were. A sunken shadow
Of your former, loving self.
Gaunt and dying you laid there, and we held you.

I'll never know if we were too late that day.
They say you have seven minutes until the brain shuts down.
And the hearing would be the last to go.

I lost count how many times I told you I loved you
As you slipped away into a permanent unconsciousness.
Gone, forever.

Words fail me.
 Sep 2012 Sally Soe
Kayleigh
Lust is but a game for fools
A fool is what you're not.
For love not lust, is what we have
Which shall not be forgot.

The way your hand fits in mine
The way your kisses feel.
I know your heart, you know mine too
Will forever be entwined.
 Sep 2012 Sally Soe
Samuel
And who can describe the drive
that leads teachers to teach and
dreamers to reach for their
impossibles

I'm reaching, don't
stop teaching me the impossible
never taken for granted (you've got a
heart so big)

my weakness is not that which might
seem to take eleven years or longer, I
revere you and in reverence might
falter a time or two with the noblest
of intentions

and always the pictures I've shared through
words like hugs guiding me, granting
purpose and definition to each struggle
and success, leading alongside cliffs
watched out for to the end that is the
present and the start that is a future

God help me, I cannot imagine
the newness without you, let this
bumbling wordfall, this clatter of
heart assure, soothe

for I am real as the
bones of the oak, as the
glow of a fire on
timeless sand

and just as solid and
just as warm, let me
show you
And what does this one feel like?
Love is really all you need.
Start the journey and plant the seed.
Plant it deep within the core.
Soon they’ll be asking for more.
Give it to them, and you will see
That love is really all you need.
Morning *** is like drinking coffee
Hot
Thick
Sweet

Brown?

Morning *** is like scrabbling eggs
Quick
Heat
Beaten

Creamy?

Morning *** is like sizzling bacon
Greasy
Aromatic
Bubbly

Crunchy?

Morning *** is like sipping orange juice
Cool
Tangy
Healthy

Pulpy?
 Sep 2012 Sally Soe
PK Wakefield
summer is life's perhaps

it has a colour like the

taste between girl's thighs:

dark with thin salt and thick is sweet bright

unclosed roughlysupple

it feels soft around my cheeks
(and the slight down that enamors
it like velvet is)

and like between girl's thighs
my lips muscles and shoulders
want to

because

summer is life's perhaps
Who loves more?
A man or a woman.
Who loves deep;y?
A man or a woman.

It's hard to say.
Which  situations means the same.
Some love hard.
And simply falls aprt.

Who loves true?
A man or woman.
Who's more sincere?
A man or woman.

It's hard to say.
When both loves the same way.

Some moves upon emotions.
Which creates so much havoc.

Sometimes it's better to avoid it.
Because some never recover from it.
A good man.
Has his reputation in tact.
A good man.
A woman can easily tell him.

He don't run from responsibilty.
He accepts that.
And even a little more.

He holds his own against comments.
He deserves all those compliments.
That gets level toward him.
To his child.
He leaves a good impression.

To his woman.
He gives her reasons to adore him.
Even stay in love with him.

Because ,he's a good man.
Not ever pretending to be.
He could teach others.
If they willing.
To adapt and be like him.

Because, he's a good man

And raised perfectly by his parents.
Yes, he has his faults.
But he's above being bought.
 Sep 2012 Sally Soe
Keloquial
all i need:

rice,
woods,
someone whose longing for the above.
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