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 Mar 2013 Clarisa
William Blake
Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother’s only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.

“O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O Father, I saw my Mother there,
Among the lillies by waters fair.

Among the lambs clothed in white
She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn—
O when shall I return again?”

Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.

“Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star.”
Why I’ve fallen in love with you

I doubt I’ll ever know for sure

Perhaps it was the way you lay your head on my shoulder complaining you’re tired

Or the little yellow circles in your green eyes.

Maybe it was the way your name just rolled off my tongue

So easily…

Like I could say it a million times in a day

And never tire of the sound.

Perhaps it was because you were there.

Under any circumstance

You were there to comfort me.

Maybe it was how you managed to stand out in the crowd.

Everyone gathered around to listen to your odd tales

And to me your voice was like an orchestra of violins

Perhaps it’s because you’re my opposite

You are there to compliment my timid personality

And laugh at my dry humor when nobody else understands.

Maybe I just could not resist your pale freckled skin

And your shaggy red hair.

How it perfectly fell around your face.

Perhaps it was all of those things

Wrapped up into one.

Why did I fall in love with you?

Perhaps I’ll never know.

All I really know is all of the love songs remind me of you

I realize I’m sounding cliché…

I’m picturing us in every romantic scenario

And I get upset just at the thought of your absence.

So perhaps you’re also going through your list of perhaps.

Wondering how you fell for me

And thinking maybe it was because of my timid presence in a crowd…

Or my big brown eyes.

Whatever it is,

You have this overwhelming feeling.

So perhaps…

Just perhaps you love me too.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Ryan Oelke
The Pregnant Unknown trails softly behind us:
Love’s secret voice
whispering, even begging us to surrender hesitancy,
that precarious net new lovers hold
while wading barefoot in shallow waters…
…this tide gently pulls us further,
Love offers us the gift of buoyancy over its fearful depths
as we pass in and out of each others arms…

Angels and demons on either side, guiding us,
but they can only see so far – oh, the power we hold!
We are both: pillars anchored separately in Love
and that space in between
where we mix beyond praise and premonition,
outside of time, yet we unfold.

Embolden by your spirit,
your imperfections revealing your vulnerability,
framing your beauty and humanity,
my own dawn with blinding clarity and stories untold.
Complete and overthrown by this Mystery
peeking from behind our fear,
dancing through our fresh eyes,
we are Here
mirroring in Love’s infinite womb.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
dj
Gangsta
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
dj
I couldn't tell you why
This man is here
Or his purpose -

I couldn't tell you why
I am here
Or my purpose -

But March is cold & unforgiving
and mean
and map-less
and my world has Tommy gun fists
and I'm it's ******* son
I felt tied down & freakish

I wanted to get away so badly

and he had this fast car.
happy march.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Aiko oller
Nevermore do I want to hear,
That I can’t do something,
Because I’m a boy.
Nevermore do I want to hear,
That “This is a girls thing” or “only girls do this."
Nevermore do I want to be stared at,
For going into what they think is the wrong store,
Or for wearing things for the opposite gender.
Nevermore do I want to hide,
What I truly feel inside,
Nor do I want to conform to a certain role,
Because of what I have in my pants.
Nevermore will I ever,
Be just a boy, or just a girl,
Because I’m not.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Jay McCurdy
When he talks about her
a smile creeps onto his face
I know he imagines her there listening to him
As he rants about how creative she is
How beautiful she is
How smart she is

I wish he was there
When I write in my journal
I talk about
How kind he is
How he is such a sweet heart
How he doesn't know I love him

I want to be her
And she wants to be me
She wants to listen to him vent about his dad
And I want to sleep next to him at night
She wants to go hang with the guys
And I want to go on dates just me and him

This grass isn't as green as she thinks
Its not nurtured it has longevity
Because of the memories we share
I wish he could see all the love I care in my
eyes for him

Well maybe one day he will see
That all he needs is me
And I will be waiting on him
If it takes a whole century I will still wait
love, life, relationship, friendship,
I dream about a world
A world where there is no death
World where there is abundant of honey
World where love never hurts
World where lion and elephants are domestic animals
A world full of happiness
A world where the poor are valued
A world without hate
World full of flashes of colours and distance of scenes
A world moving faster than I can glean
A fantasy world is world of no means
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
August
Help me take on this world of woe
I know I can't do it on my own
While people are fading and changing
I'm a permanent fixture, watching, waiting
Run your fingers down my back to keep me fixed
Eradicate my distractions with every kiss
And I'll put my hands to your face
I won't waste this precious space
I think we can do this if we are strong.
Standing in the middle of this surging throng.
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
August
Leather bound book called "Soliloquy"
With a red, beating center
Embossed green leather stamped with leaves
A novel without any beginning, no end,
My pages turned over , worn at the edges
But never actually really read
A stranger with cool fingers
Runs his hand down my spine
Sending shivers
Making my words inside me quiver
He is light
With dark rimmed eyes
Taking me right
Towards his location
I'm gravitating
But I'm not map
And I've never been good at navigating
I'm loosing him as he,
He glances,
But he puts me back
His dark stature and old eyes now uninterested
I'm panicking
I'm becoming frantic
You are fading
Like my ink
Stay! We have something in common!
I feel my edges yearn for him
Dog ear me to your heart's desire!
I'll let you bleach me sunny!
He's walking away,
Please!
Let you stay...
And mend my paper
He's gone
And I settle back down
On my wooden shelf
I breathe in the disturbed dust
Sit in the still air
These chance occurrences
Leave the possibility
Of one day being really read
The shelf life is the hell life
© Amara Pendergraft 2013

My deepest apologies for the lengthiness of this.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
August
Etonic
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
August
Tight clenching of the chest.
Nothing left but to digress,
*I guess
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
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