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 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Max Vale
Eden
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Max Vale
I believe in miracles,
The reality and the dreams.
Of the people who dream and wonder,
If the world could be born anew.
What would you change if you could start again?
I just can't get it together
Problems, including the weather
Plan and try
As time goes by
They can't hold me back forever
This is not a eulogy nor let this be my epitaph
For what i have in you, I've waited my whole life to see
Someone to hope for, something to believe in
Trusted and true
Blue nails, red lips and you

Something good that not ever can get lost
Even now as you must make your way
Out of these darkened woods, brambles and thorns
Breaking on through
Blue nails, red lips and you

Forgive me now as i deconstruct this tempo, as I alter this key
And reflect on all that you'll continue to mean and to be for me
Yes something to believe in, a faith in you that knows no relief
A beauty, a grace, an honesty of heart, a purity of soul and mind
Be all you can be, travel your chosen paths, never falter nor once look behind
Be that shooting star that eclipses our sacred and shared celestial moon
Soar so high yet may you always have someone to watch over you.
Live, laugh, love
Blue nails, red lips and you


So go now, take your leave my love
Open your precious wings once more, take flight
For my eyes will never leave your translucent sky
Dreaming for two
Blue nails, red lips and you

And if that sky should ever darken
Where foreboding clouds warn of storms to run through
Let me provide your shelter, let me be your refuge
All that i can do
Blue nails, red lips and you

I'll always remember you, for me we shall never part
As your spirit echoes within the chambers of this heart
Each night i'll pray to all the God's and none
To false ones and true
That those red lips may never turn blue
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
Delilah
my view is navy
i drive toward your house
with sparkler finger-tips
not yet lit

our time is humid
we hush the fire
and rock to sleep, guitar wires,
manipulating sound waves

we whisper secret sounds in the wake
of airplane lights moving
across cheap glitter
in the night sky

we bloom into our minds
and heaven is the place
where clouds diffuse
to reveal the moon

i scratch my throat on sugar cubes
you burn your hands on
stove tops and cigar butts
we blister fuse together
Most humans drink coffee and wine
They consume television and mainstream novels
They feed their souls with popularity contests and safe relationships

But poets
We could not survive without passion, intensity, and meaning
Everything we feel is felt to the depths of our souls
We are the ones to put into words the unspeakable pain of heartbreak
The incomprehensible joy of falling in love
We are the ones brave enough to say out loud the diaries of a thousand souls

Us poets
We drink tea and whiskey
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
M
Selfishness
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
M
I didn't understand you. I didn't understand your silence.
Your eyes always light up in the moment but it seems to go away
I used to think you were selfish, and that was a bad thing
You taught me that selfishness is beautiful
Emotions are beautiful

We are meant to hurt
And when we do, embrace it.
This is your life and these feelings are meant to be felt and alive
Be selfish
Don't wrap yourself in drama
Live in the chaos of your own mind
It is always in one's silence,
that all is usually revealed for you to see.

Silence is not deafening,
it speaks volumes
that can only be heard
by an attentive soul.
Ol' Mr Rilash
the authority on panache
and once chef of Ben-Ash,
had neglected to trim his tash.
It itched and made him scratch;
Unhappy on upper lip.
A plan, a plan it hatched.

...then one time in the kitchen
on a snoozing Mr Rilash.
His tash did something brazen,
or silly or quite brash.
It pulled away and dashed
crawling through plates of mash
and hopping over paprikash
it made it to the window ledge
via the crockery left stashed.

Was it brave or was it rash,
the escaping captive tash.
Leaping and waiting for the splash,
It saw it's trajectory down below;
and landed squarely in the trash.
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