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 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Marian
Part 1

She's just like me
she sprinkles Grace
she's my sis and friend
she's my reflection and shadow
she's my sweetie
her name is Madison Grace
she sprinkles in the most purest ways
she sprinkles peace for everything about her is peaceful
she sprinkles sunshine for those who are in darkness
she sprinkles joy for those that live in sorrow
she sprinkles life for those that think about death
she sprinkles happiness because that is what she is
she showers hope for those that never knew it
I love her a lot
we're the best sisters ever
she is my fairy of the enchanted forests which are beautiful as she is
she helps people that need help
I love her
everybody does
two girls playing in the sunshine all day
wading in the cool stream
splashing water on each other
laughing ringing through the mountains
up the hillside
through the valley full of flowers which we pick and inhale their sweet perfume
through the dale
giggles and smiles so bright
shining sunshine and sunrays in people's life
we're those sisters
we love each other and always will
love forever
love eternal
love forever burning bright
love undying
raining sun
raining peace
raining joy
raining love
raining life
raining hope
raining sweetness
raining blessings
raining pure friendship
sun so bright
shining through life


*
~Marian~
For dear Madison Grace!
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Anon C
the sun is not shining today
in my sky or in my mind
synapses ceasefire
heartbeat weak and quick
what is it I am looking at in the clouds
this day should be random as my thoughts
I love my creature
following me as a child would
I am the child though
I cried for hours over the travesties
to a person I thought hates me
love and war
I think I am ready to ditch my dreams
take up arms and lead us into Hell
for the love
for the right
I went insane
I lost it
that is how it begins then is it not
that is how it all begins...
do not care for me too much
one day I think I will be assassinated
if I do not stop
if I do stop
I assassinate myself
random insanity has now ensued
what else can I say
today the sky is grey
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Vassana M
Off
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Vassana M
Off
My mind cannot bring itself to hate you
But it fails to love you the same way
Had you not painted the bright skies sapphire blue
This vessel would meet yours without delay

There is no other woman of which I believed so dearly
Who was so good at never meaning what she said
Who stirred my serendipity and peace to the eerie
Who became a prominent monster in my head

There is nothing divine to write about you any longer
Because none of those flowery garlands would be true
To think I had even looked at you as someone who made me stronger
Leads me to realize how well I played as your fool

Many misconceptions remain even still
Too many for Father's hourglass of Time
You hadn't allowed me to clear the fill
And are now undeserving of the sands in mine

I'm not aware of what I even unfolded wrongly towards your heart
Life is for forgiveness and I hope you'll bestow that upon me soon
So that even if our life rhythms are far apart,
Though not in in harmony again, at least enjoying the same life tune
because i miss you.

i miss you so much.
i miss your hands
the hands i used to write poetry about

before i started feeling empty again.


and now i feel alive, but it hurts so bad.


and i want to be near you
and smell your scent
and rub my face against your chest

and feel the skin on your back
against the palms of my hands


and your lips against mine


and that's why i don't want you to read this.

because it means that i'm wrong
and scared
and weak.


but if you read this
you would look at me and tell me that i'm beautiful and strong



and i would just keep being angry at myself.




i just want to stop missing you.
please don't read this.



i miss you.
 Jan 2013 Andrea Lopez
Julia
The Beatles were wrong.
Sometimes, love isn't all you need.
With a blind eye, a deaf ear, and unending love,
Maybe we would succeed. . .
But words can't be taken back;
Things can't be left unsaid.
Distance is the silent killer. . .
And as I lie here in my bed
I think of you, and what we had.
I hope you have good dreams
But what is more? I realize that
*I don't regret a thing.
Haven't written anything in months... I'm trying to ease myself back into it.
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