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 May 2015 Kaila
Sappho
It is the Muses
who have caused me
to be honred: they
taught me their craft
 May 2015 Kaila
Sappho
He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- he

who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing

laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can'

speak -- my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,

hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body

and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn't far from me
 May 2015 Kaila
JK Cabresos
Standing
on this bridge,
it reminds of you,
of the things
we used to talk about,
and only I could hear
is the sound
of your voice.

It seems odd
it is so quite now,
only I could hear
is the lonely waters
of the river,
keep flowing
until the end,
never knew
they will be lost
in the ocean,
like I lost you.
SWEETHEART, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.
All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.
But O, in a minute she changed --
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
 May 2015 Kaila
Love
Love Shown
 May 2015 Kaila
Love
I'm the *****,
the quiet girl in the front of the class,
according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****.
I love, and when I do I love to no ends.
But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.

— The End —