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 Apr 2013 hello
Saumya
I haven't met you in person,
but it is your inner beauty that has touched my heart,
you are my sweet little sis,
Oh Marian, you're so pretty,
just like a goddess as a deity,
you are so wise, yet so young,
I hope all your verses are sung,
and celebrated,
'Cause, you envision the most beautiful things in the world,
making it a perfect Utopian world.
This is for my sweet little sis, Marian. She is so beautiful as a person, that I hope I would be like her some day.
She is so wise,you can never guess from her picturesque poems, that she is so young. 
Be as you are forever, sweetheart :) <3
 Apr 2013 hello
Marian
Evening Song
 Apr 2013 hello
Marian
Dark blue is the Eastern sky
The birds are flying home with their cheery cry
The whipering pines are dancing in the breeze
And the wind is rustling the green leaves
There is a faint sunset in the west
And all the birds are gong home to rest
Dusk shall so soon fade to Night
That's when this poetess dances with delight
With all the Fairies that gather under the Moon
And when sweet breezes blow into my room
The Fairies dance upon the moss-covered stepping stones
While all the birds are sleeping in their homes
I love the songs that the sweet Fairies sing
And all through the Night sky their music rings
They sing of nature and of God
Who made the earth and the warm sod
They sing happily as they weave on their magical loom
And spinkle sweet dreams in my bedroom*

~Marian~
I love Night!!!  © Marian All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2013 hello
Marian
For my SWEET sis, of whom I dearly love
She is my Fairy Sister from their world
She is my sweetheart sent from down above
She is S.W.E.E.T and never said a mean word
To anyone because she loves them so
Because she's always had a tender heart
She hates to see people mistreated so
Just like me and we love them with our hearts
This Sonnet is dedicated to her
I wish I could pen more with my ink
Then just a mere Sonnet written for her
But this and more is what of her I think
She is my Fairy with a gentle heart
And from her dear side I shall never part*

~Marian~
Written for my SWEET Sister, Saumya!! :) She is my graceful Fairy Sister!!! :) ~<3
© Marian All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2013 hello
Marian
With her magical pen she will write
The most beautiful books I've ever heard
I want to treasure each and every write
And never alter any of her words
Because they're beautiful and so sweet
I love the poetic way she writes
Her pretty books without any defeat
And I treasure each and every write
I hope she knows I love her books best
Better than any book I've ever heard
The more I hear the more I long to rest
And fall asleep in her pretty words
Please keep writing, my dearest sweetest Mom
Please keep writing, my dearest sweetest Mom

*
~Marian~
For my Mom!!! Her novels are the VERY BEST you've ever heard!!! Such lovely poetic words she uses to describe Nature and paint it with pristine beauty!!! And I hope to help get her books published without any editing except for that of misspelled words!!! She's an author you don't want to miss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~<3
© Marian All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2013 hello
SeaChel
Black hole.
 Apr 2013 hello
SeaChel
A black hole within
my soul threatens to consume
what is left of me.
 Apr 2013 hello
Mercy B
Silence
 Apr 2013 hello
Mercy B
Silence echoing all around
Pounds like thunder it's painful hush engulfs me
mocks me with its presence everywhere but inside my head.

    The same stillness where most  find solace
In my case lets all the noise of my mind assult me
For this reason silence is what I dread.

The  intensity of my memories rob me of my todays
They steal away my time and space
Then with no particular purpous they collide.

   I need a distraction from my thoughts
To escape their overwhelming annoyance  and keep them contained
The relief I seek only volume can provide.

  Silence is not always golden
I find no tranquility in its midst
Stillness please don't linger  then my memories will invade me.

   An escape from a self constructed prision
Full of my own thoughts is all I desire
Silence please don't ignore the screaming of my plea.
 Apr 2013 hello
Taylor Henry
The other day, I found myself
Somewhere between 13 paces
And thirteen minutes.
I was a one-step trip on my laces,
And by 14 minutes,
I was alone again.
 Apr 2013 hello
Taylor Henry
Have you ever been asked if you have any time for Jesus?
Like, He's just an errand you can run before dinner time.
"Just a moment to talk about our savior".
As if in a moment, you could actually ever convince a sinner they're worth more than the empty bottles of cheap *****.
Somebody told me once, "You know, if it weren't for the power of God, you wouldn't be here"
Well, *******.
Let his blessings rain upon me, because I'll be ****** if I can remember the last time I felt alive.
Someone once wrapped a coat around my shoulders when I couldn't even remember the day.
And I've been told saviors come in many forms,
But I was sober enough to know that man was not Jesus Christ
Because he wasn't that big of an *******.
He was a normal man
With a normal life
Two kids, one dog
And a loving wife

He had a normal job
Drove a normal car
Coached little league
Went to normal bars

All that ended when she arrived
It's amazing that normal man survived
With short, short skirts
And deep blue eyes
Just saying try me for on size

He did what he should
Avoided her at first
But she taunted him
And he quenched his thirst

He was white bread only
She was not
He was cold baloney
She was hot
He knew he shouldn't do it
Lost that thought
Till that fateful night
When he got caught

He was a normal man
With a normal life
Two kids, a dog
And now a new ex-wife

He had a house in town
Where he didn't live
And half of his pay
He was forced to give

His vows got broken
He couldn't turn away
She just taunted him
And he had to play
Was it worth the loss
With what he had to pay
He was a normal man
What could he say?

His wife found out
It wasn't tough
She could smell her scent
That's when things got rough

His wife was blonde
The girl was red
He even brought her
home to bed
There wasn't much
For him to say
She had him dead to rights
Now, he had to pay

He was a normal man
With a normal life
Two kids, a dog
And a new ex-wife

It wasn't long before
The affair did end
He life was broke
Too bad to mend

He was a normal man
With a normal life
He'd lost it all
Was it worth the strife?
We are the missing, the dead, the lost
Never found, and in the world
No monument exists for us
No flag has been unfurled

We lie in riverbeds and wood
Beneath stream beds and in fields
Were tears of woe ever wept for us?
Did a heart break, did it yield?

We wandered off in cases, some
In others, lured, abductions
Our bodies never found, but though
We caused a family some reduction

In others, we were found too late
Dead, mistreated in a hole
The one who did this thing to us
Until caught, ******* their soul

We lie here waiting for the day
For our remains to be found
We lie in woodlots, basements cold
Buried crudely in the ground

Some of us were lost before
We ever lost our lives
Roaming streets, with no real home
Dancing on a hundred knives

Some of us are living
Still at odds with where we are
We're prisoners inside our mind
And have gone and wandered far

But, those of us, the dead, the cold
Lie waiting for the day
When our bones will be discovered
And then at rest we'll lay

Are there people out there looking?
Many years for us have passed
Are we still an open case?
Or has the time for that just passed?

Do we still have family waiting?
Time goes slowly when you're lost
We lost our lives to violence
And I question at what cost?

Are we still considered missing?
With us the searching will not cease
We lie here, the dead, the missing
Until our souls can be at peace
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