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She chokes on her apple turnover
Leaving a cloud of powdered sugar
That would stop Marlon Brando in his tracks.
Instead of cleaning up the dust,
She starts to swirl her fingers around in it
Until various shapes start to emerge.

She says it doesn't feel like there are clouds in the sky anymore
That maybe it's because she hasn't been keeping her chin up enough,
Admitting that optimism never quite suited her.
So instead, she says she'll make her own patterns
And test out realism for a while
Since she figures that realism is the only mindset that
Allows her something tangible to hold onto
When she's drowning in a false sense of security.
Who is the perfect man

All the links of dripping bonds
words of no hope is her missing man
fighting among life so cold
blindness would be a gift she was told~

Her deepest emotions, are links to hard to breath
all that is weathered askew that she needs
her mans heart beats with the moon
breathing one breath in last darkness noon~

How long does a woman weep
does it last from the past
screaming for a better life to live one more day
with nothing and no more strife
this typical surrender is often betrayed
that has bowed to divinity presence~

So you see, there once was this perfect man
he loved her from head to toe
took her in his mind,
and promised to never let go~

Their whirlwind romance traveled the worlds
tears and laughter were shed she was told
but beauty ruled the day~ and never went away
he made his humble way, with love and satisfied tears to stay~

Across continent and roaming in her heart of hearts
and pleased her every whim....kissed her eyes
cried when others tried to part their lives
but never and never did anyone hurt their love~

She wanted him for herself ... but knew that could never be
for their worlds extended bounteries ... that she could never know
to be in a safe mode, she withdrew into her soul
and fell into her mold ... that tore her apart she knew~

Anger did grow... she withdrew... hated herself
didn't know what to do~...maybe just maybe
she would love another one day~

Was he the perfect man?**

Debbie~
Love
It's a story of a man
Who dived too deep
It's a story of a life
And wonder and heap
It's a story of a mystery
And junk to sweep
It's a story of music
That puts you to sleep
It's a story of a journey
With tears that seep
It's a story of memories
Force you to weep
It's a story of a turtle
With dreams to leap
It's a story of everything
But nothing to keep
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
May 10th, 2016
Goodbye is not something you merely say
It is felt and it echoes throughout your lungs and into your marrow
In this great big too far gone world
Goodbye could be forever and a day
 May 2016 Adrian Newman
wordvango
why is it at 5 am i get the urges again
to write you silly love songs
behest
the urges to go
and buy four more
to quench my thirst
like today will be so different
and so it goes on and on
like I don't know the
days
numbered have my name
or any river
that flows on
and on
might change course
suddenly

this is what it is
and downstream is tomorrow
today is now
and so
I say again
how beautiful it is
to not worry
with such things
 May 2016 Adrian Newman
Emily B
You come around
and smell so much like freedom
and my heart thinks
maybe this time
Paradise has stopped for me
too

But then your best compliment
missed its mark by two miles
which might be a little funny
if you consider all the hours spent
studying trajectory and aim
of bullets

Your words fail you.

We were never meant
to be complete in this lifetime.
 May 2016 Adrian Newman
ryn
The hours disappear instantly like blown out
flames off weary candles.
But time is no match for such raging hearts.

We would still hold up the receding
indigo ceiling above us.
We would prop up the sullen moon to stave
off the dawning day.
We will clutch the dwindling stars
and hug them close to our chests.

Because we know the words too well.
Words we simply couldn't cage except to say that...

We are not yet ready to leave
but we look forward to
diving headlong into
the inevitable restart.


Just so the day could grant us a
slate brand new.
Just so that come night,
we could begin all over again.
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