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Aila Natasha Mar 2012
Magnify my dreams with a telescope
Watch the lights drift across the sky
Hear the glimmer in your eye
A smile so sweet and so shy
Lightly intertwined with fingertips
Fingertips are loud enough
Foggy clouds of numb joy
Beautifully blurring the lies
Aila Natasha Feb 2012
and THEN
sometimes
I get really mad
when I realize
That I have managed
to make myself
into a person
who can be so
easily
Forgotten
I'm an expert
at being
nothing more
than a
first-class
Option
Aila Natasha Feb 2012
And then
sometimes
I get scared
That I'm losing
everything
slowly
slowly enough
not to notice
the missing pieces
until one day
I go to open my heart
and find
that it is
Empty
Aila Natasha Feb 2012
These late night
early morning
thought bubbles
always seem to lead
me to the same
tired conclusion:
I
miss
you.
Aila Natasha Feb 2012
I hate Valentines Day poems
I don't hate the day
just let it pass
I hate the people who hate it
lonely, self involved
shallow shadows
relying so much
on this pink pretty
holiday
seeking attention by proclaiming
HOW MUCH THEY DON'T CARE
Shut up, we all care
Let the lovely lovers love it
rub your shiny sparkly relationship
in my face please
I don't mind
Shove candy and chocolate
and free hugs my way
I will dodge the generic
celebrations
Waiting for my bitter
Valentine
Someone who shares
the same sameness as me
a person who
I will be happy
to finally find
Even though that might
leave me waiting
for some time
But I'll solve the puzzle
I'll wait
Be mine?
I am not usually a fan of valentines day poems...Sorry.  I was inspired.
Aila Natasha Feb 2012
I have no reason to cry
No right to summon
A tear to my eye
I don't deserve
To feel better
Because
I am my only problem
Nothing is wrong
Or bad
I am fine
Aila Natasha Feb 2012
The cold winter sand
only hurts until your feet
go numb
and even before that
the pain is in your head
there are no scars
left behind
only imaginary
tribulations
in your mind
You remembered me
you remembered to say
goodbye
That is enough
that is as wonderful
as watching the birds
in the sky
of the lake
reflected back to me
a thousand times
under the misty
eternity
hidden in my eyes
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