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 Aug 2015 Beckawecka
 Aug 2015 Beckawecka
If I was to write
Something so terribly drastic
I would get asked
Question upon
And if I was to write
Something so terribly amazing
I would be praised
Compliment upon
Instead, I write this,
Because that hardly happens
And instead I am left
Wondering doubt upon
 Aug 2015 Beckawecka
You inspired her to write again.
To see the pure in what she wrote.
She'll still have days of doubt, of course, but...
*This song.
It catches the tears in her throat,
Causes her to think about the things she's done,
What she could do,
And all the things she aspires to be.
Nothing is meant by
this August ; the still bright sky
does not confess.
 Aug 2015 Beckawecka
 Aug 2015 Beckawecka
A bombs gotta explode someone, sweetie
Otherwise it could be dangerous in the wrong hands
Move away before it burns the skin
And kills your organs
Move further,
You don't want to be hit by shrapnel
Even that's dangerous you know?
I still can't believe it's you
I'm holding every night
I'm complex.
Not simple as you have been told,
In the channels and divisions of your mind,
I take many paths,
Each defined and broken between my hands,
Which gracefully crush,
Barbarically love,
Until the inner-workings of your heart,
Escape to the outside,
Where truth flows in rivers,
And drowns the fruit of hate,
A new understanding,
That we cannot contemplate.
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the. mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
I admit the briar
Entangled in my hair
Did not injure me;
My blenching and trembling,
Nothing but dissembling,
Nothing but coquetry.

I long for truth, and yet
I cannot stay from that
My better self disowns,
For a man's attention
Brings such satisfaction
To the craving in my bones.

Brightness that I pull back
From the Zodiac,
Why those questioning eyes
That are fixed upon me?
What can they do but shun me
If empty night replies?
The girl with the kite
Didn't have a care
She'd run on the beach
With the wind in her hair
She'd run up hills
Lie in fields of wild flowers
Gazing at the ever changing sky
She would dream for hours

The girl with the kite
Saw faces in the sky
Angels looking down on her
From clouds floating by
She'd hold on so tight
As her kite took flight
She said she'd never let go
Of her beautiful kite

The girl with the kite
Would make daisy chains
She'd pick clover and butter cups
As she walked country lanes
Life was simple
Or it seemed that way
The sun was always shining
When she went out to play

The girl with the kite
Started to grow
She felt under pressure
To let her kite go
Demands were made
For her to achieve and perform
Make her way in the world
Please other people and conform

The girl with the kite
Felt things were going wrong
It was hard growing up
Then a man came along
He played his guitar
He brought a bouquet
As he sang his sweet song
Her kite drifted away

The girl with the kite
Heard his sweet song turn sour
His true colours were shown
As the man used his power,
Manipulation and aggression
To clip her wings
To crush her spirit
To pull her strings

The girl with the kite
Felt she was to blame
For her bad choices
She hid her shame
Kept her sadness a secret
Tried to make things right
Trapped in her world
She lost her self in the fight

The girl with the kite
Wanted to die
She couldn't live any more
She had no kite to fly
She went to the Doctor
Who gave her some pills
They just made her numb
Didn't cure her ills

The girl with the kite
Slept for a decade, or more
Life went on around her
Each day was a chore
She had to wake from the inertia
She had become bereft
When she woke from the dark sleep
She had nothing left

The girl with the kite
Had to start anew
Like a Phoenix from the ashes
She knew she'd pull through
She's found her kite
Found a beach for it to blow
Up to the angels on their clouds
This time, she won't let go

The girl with the kite
Is now a woman, strong and proud
Content to live her life alone
Independent and unbowed
She flies her kite sedately
Life is not a race
She's free to fly it when she wants to
It flies at her own pace

Nicki Tilston.
You grabbed my heart faster than a fat kid grabs cake

Yet walked away slower than internet explorer can load
Just a humorous twist on a sad breakup
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