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Natasha Meyer Feb 2016
In her own scattered mess
Flawed perfections coalesce
She sits and contemplate
The difference between love and hate
A fine line of indifference
with subsequent consequence
She soars to new heights
Reaching for the starry lights
High above the night sky
Her soul flies high
To her own surprise
She is....
            Just....
                     .....Beautifully Disorganized
Natasha Meyer Jul 2015
On the wings of the air
She dances with elegance and flair
Evoking the elements
Fire
       Water
                  Earth
                             Air
An harm ye none, do as ye want.
Natasha Meyer Feb 2015
Arg...
Is that a poem?
Arg
An expression?
Arg....
I have no words
Arg....
  Feb 2015 Natasha Meyer
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The value of life, is in the quality of time

That's focussed on just being

Not worrying, what's yours or mine


Doing is a curse, and busyness is worse

Don't waste your taste again

Smell the fragrance of a good friend


If what you striving for, is not what you can afford

Then give up now before this all passes by

Stand up straight, wait for the day

Rewards will come when this earth is done


Moments are worth more than the energy we are spending

On simply, making it work

Trading our hours for slaving


You've already missed, you've already lost

The romance of the world

You've already missed, you've already lost

Your life
Natasha Meyer Feb 2015
In a crowd, alone
I yearn for an end
To just close my eyes
And start the descend
Into the grave
Death I do crave
Take me darkness
Drown me now
Withdraw my last breath
I welcome you death.
Natasha Meyer Dec 2014
Surrounded by four walls
I sit in silence and wait
The drapes above the windows fall
Shutting out the light

My safe place
My serenity
The place where I can hide
my souls depravity

Where no one sees
or even care
How I became
or how I dare

Tempting fate
I throw a rock
Hoping my actions
would somehow shock

The light that forces
its way through the night
while I battle the conflict
and try to take flight

far... far... away
Natasha Meyer Dec 2014
Like a mini ******
It surprises you
without warning
One, two, three, four
If I sneeze again
I'll surely die.
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