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My girl stands beneath a snow encrusted mountain top

Another place, another world, some others perfect winter paradigm

The morning sun breaking through, lighting her hair, her eyes, her smile,

The cold now invisible, as the warmth of her glow is captured in permanence

A vision of my mind so clear, yet of a time since past, a moment lived but now lost

For now she sleeps so soundly in her bed, in her room, one so unknown to me

Are its walls, cream, white, pink or blue, is it just a room or is it truly a room of you

How can we know so much abstraction and yet know so little of tangible things,

And does anyone ever really know the real you, the real me or is life just too fleeting, too fast

And that’s what I wonder as I lie here, while my body aches and my mind races ill at ease,

Taking my only solace in Angelika and of a time since passed wrapped up in a blanket of snow.
 Jan 2017 Bianca Reyes
elea
One day,
He got Her Daisies and Daffodils.
Wrapped out of the most lustrous paper.
Thorns, dead leaves, butterflies, he didn't mind.
He got her attention and kiss her lip-locked.

Between darkness and diurnal,
They are dancing beneath the tranquil sky.
He got her to love him.
Hurt, pain, sacrifice, she didn't mind.
He was hers that night and the day after that.

Night collapsed, days gone by.
She was oblivious.
He was not around.
She was herself.
He was not.
It turned to a make believe facade.

A dead romance.
A broken vow.
How could be once inseparable
Is now fragmented and hopeless.
How could the love have departed and shuttered into pieces.

The flowers have died.
The sky turned blue and gray at night,
Even morning scares her now.
She let him go.
He didn't chase her back.
-pbwf-  
Im back with this piece. Words are very much missed. I'll always come back.
Hales it was too good to be true
I don't want to wait anymore
I'm tired of going through the motions
Trying to find a way to breathe
The air is cold and harsh
I just want to be in your arms again
I want to come to you
Leave this world behind
Hales will you hate me
If I give up
Don't judge me for wanting to slip into the darkness
I know I'll find you there
I can't stand the light
I miss you Hales
I just want to be with you again....
My five years with my Dad
   His last five years with me

Slipping Cori's wedding ring on her finger
   In front of our crowded church

Purple t-shirt faded and misshapen by washing
   My safety and freedom color

Kneading bread with Grandma
     Untill the stickiness was gone

1947 edition of John Keats poetry
           Broken binding and old book smell

Silver dollar minted in 1922
           The year my mother was born

Singing in church choir
               My name sewn into my robe

Collection of small ceramic birds
From trips and birthdays

Waiting in line to vote for Hillary
Grandma is smiling
 Dec 2016 Bianca Reyes
L T Winter
'Excuse me'

She whispered so subtly,
That he forgot to notice.

As her heart bled free
From his hands.
 Dec 2016 Bianca Reyes
m i a
my parents have showed me that love isn't a life long seal,

it's more of just a temporary feel,

it's kind of like a movie reel,

you think as if though it'll last forever,

until it ends

and you realise it isn't real,

just a s m a l l temporary feel
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sorry if this may ave offended anyone, its just the way i feel.
How would he want you to act?
A small voice whispered in my ear.
Stop obsessing over the simple fact
Yes, you are all alone with no one to love you near
Yes, you're quite afraid
But he knows the strength within you
Apparently better than you do.
He knows your brain cuts like a razor blade
Show the world the strength he sees.
Admire the way the winter leaves freeze.
Just Breath.

Why does it matter I want to scream.
Why does his opinion matter so much?
Because maybe just maybe this one is on your team.
And he doesn't want you to use your fear as a crutch.
Because he makes you proud.
And there is now a longing to do the same.
To show him, and this bustling crowd,
your deep-seated roaring flame.

So I held my head high
and I went where I had never gone before,
With a mental battle cry.
Because I am his lioness hear me roar.
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