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Yet another tribute to all of you who write. You are the true Rock Stars of the Universe.
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Fiddling on the Roof, as if
Throwing our common soul out
To downpour over the
Houses and streets of Anatevka, now

Abandoned. Seized by
The Tsar.
History.
Such is the soul that writes.

Tells. Thinks. Whispers of.
Records and absorbs.
Carves from Creation.
Dispenses.

Such is the soul that writes; waits
Another hour in bed in the
Morning, knowing
The Early Worm

Gets the beak first.
The Soul that writes is
The quill of the gods; angel
Feathered, timeless and part of

Everything. Say to yourselves
I will write until the only ink
I have is the black in my eye.
I'll learn to write blind from there.*

You would.

You wrote all that has
Ever been
Written.
When I’m With You

In your presence,
I am the person I want to be.

In your arms,
I am the **** girl you can’t take your eyes off of.

In your mind,
I am funny, and smart, and all of the things that are worthy.

In your arms,
I am safe,
I am welcome,
I am wanted,
I am cherished,
I am desired,
I am…


© Misty Bishop-Martiss
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© Misty Bishop-Martiss
When we sneak away for a walk,
When we sneak away for a meal.

When you hold my hand in private,
When you gaze into my eyes.

When we are able to steal an entire night together,
And fall into the bliss filled remembrances
Of the way things used to be.

When I belonged with you,
And you belonged with me.

When there was no end in sight,
And the future was ours.

Now we settle for stolen moments in time…

For a moment, I am yours
For a moment, you are mine.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss
I want to write you long letters,
I want to write you beautiful poems.
I should WANT to tell you how much I love you,
How you are always on my mind,
How I never want to be away from you.

I can’t find the words to tell you these things…

I wonder, do I not feel them anymore?
I wonder if you don’t feel them either?

Are we just going through the motions?
Force of habit, living this life.

Why can’t I find the words?
Why don’t beautiful phrases fall from my mouth for you?
Why doesn’t my heart spew love filled passages for you?

Are we just going through the motions?
Force of habit, living this life.
What is left between us?
Is it worth saving?


© Misty Bishop-Martiss
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