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She carried them about,
stones in her pockets.
Each one a little secret.

The weight of them
distracting her in conversations.
The bulk of them
effecting her posture.
They would knock
when she would walk.

While she could manage
the slight though ever present
force they exerted
she was perpetually terrified
that one day,
in the midst of some random encounter,
a small hole would
open up
allowing them to tumble out.

They did eventually become too heavy
and the pressure of them
made a space
where
sickness poured in
taking their place.

Stones in the pockets
was not the official diagnosis.
But that's what killed her.
I know
because I watched it.

And I miss her.  
That one woman who loved me
unconditionally.
I need her at times
like now.

I carry no stones of my own
and I am not afraid of holes
but
sometimes
we need the kind of love
that has no strings
like when the other kinds
wish to bury us.
I miss you, mum.
After all this time you quite possibly remain my favorite thing.

Your words...
Your smile...
Your eyes...
Your laugh...
Your hair...
Your voice...
Your hands...

After all this time you definitely still are my favorite thing.
 Feb 2015 Daniella Star
Just Melz
There's nothing
      More beautiful
   Than discovering
           You might actually
        Be in love

There's nothing
       More heartbreaking
    Than noticing
           You're finally loved
       Yet unable to return it

There's nothing
       More painful
    Than realizing
           You'll never be able
        To truly love again

There's nothing
         More discouraging
     Than remembering
              You've been hurt
          Too many times

*
And your heart can never
be healed enough to love
as fully as you once did.
 Feb 2015 Daniella Star
Em
your cigarette smoke
floats into my lungs
and out chokes
everything i meant to tell you
hours ago
when things could get better

but now your cigarette smoke
took a year off of my life
and a chunk of my heart
as i suffocate
under your presence
Open your eyes
to see others
Close your eyes
to see yourself
Open your eyes
to see what happens
Close your eyes
to see what happened
Open your eyes
to see what others have done
Close your eyes
to see what you have done
Open your eyes
to know others’ mind
Close your eyes
to know your mind
 Feb 2015 Daniella Star
Naomie
Let's meet at the coffee shop
Let's laugh away the pain
Let's get high on sugar cubes
Let's have fun with the day
Let's stumble on the edge of the sidewalk
Let's trip over our feet
Let's race with children
Let's find some pizza to eat
Let's walk along the beach
Let's bury each other in sand
Let's wade in the water
Let's dry off in the light
Let's walk home together
Let's go to sleep
Let's meet at the coffee shop
I'll see you next week ^_+
I found this poem very cute. Hope you do too . ^.^ ^^;
 Feb 2015 Daniella Star
JD
Untitled
 Feb 2015 Daniella Star
JD
For a fleeting moment
I thought
I knew happiness.
Love lost.
 Feb 2015 Daniella Star
rosie
dusty
 Feb 2015 Daniella Star
rosie
I hate to break this
to you, my dear
but you are no bigger
than the dust
on my bathroom floor
and you say you
still care, but I know
you always
wanted her more.*



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All Rights Reserved
old poem but the feeling is still present
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