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How do I reach out to you
when you are unreachable.
How do I tell you it
will all be alright.

How do I touch your soul
when you are untouchable.
How do I catch you
when you fall from flight.

How do I carry you when
this situation is so unbearable.
How do I make you look at me
so our love can reignite.

How do I apologise
for standing by your side.
How do I make you understand
that your touch, your love, is my light!
© Annilda Esterhuysen. All rights reserved.
I captured the morning star this morning,
it peeked over the cold horizon
& I trapped it
inside my kaleidoscope-eyes.

An icy breeze added
some enlightenment
as I turned
to watch the moon
disappear
between the sumacs.

I stood there,
naked against the sun
& could only wonder,
see you in my dreams,
thinking
about the death of winter
& the warmth
of your kisses.
 Feb 2014 Carla Michelle
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Used to think we'd be nothing more than innocent friends, now I gaze in your eyes when I wanna take a trip to the stars, and when I need a fix, I dial your digits and you give me it, the butterflies flutter and I wonder, how would life be if you weren't soothing me to sleep, or hugging me tightly until my sadness didn't seem to exist?
I really like this one. I like writing about him, I like him a lot. My everything.
The summer wind brought a chill down my spine,
My sloppy walk with the sound that my flip-flops made faded as we jumped in the lake,
We gazed at the willow tree where you had kissed me the previous summer and acted like we didn’t remember,
We walked through the soft grass barefoot and laid down on a sunflower filed,
The leaves tickled my toes and you laughed at my sudden shriek when the odd looking bug climbed up my leg,
This was the way it was before you left after that year’s autumn.
I spent Thanksgiving Day grateful that you ever crossed my path,
But I was bitter when I thought of starting a new year without you by my side.
The sunflowers we used to love to stare at were all dried up and dead,
But I missed your presence  more than any silly flowers.
The cold air hit my face and I became rancorous as I thought of the warmth your body created next to mine.
I felt the nights grow older and I only became colder.
When snow started falling, the only thing I seemed to think of was the way you hated the cold and that if you were here, you’d probably wish you weren’t,
When fireworks struck the sky at midnight on January 1st, I couldn’t help but think of how much you would’ve loved the view from the lake we swum on every summer day.
Eventually snowflakes stopped falling over the once green grass,
The ice on top of cars and houses melted and the Christmas’ songs faded.
The wind became warmer, the grass became greener, and the flowers started growing,
I walked to the lake you loved so much and sat under the willow tree hoping that someday I’d find you swimming in it like you always were,
I waited, and waited,
But you never returned.
She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape
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