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I dropped my thoughts into the pond
and wished for clarity
only for my thoughts to be spewed back
by a vengeful fish who grew tired of people purposely polluting the pond.
I carry with me
secrets which
I've never spread.

I carry with me
hearts which
I've never owned.

I carry with me
passions for which
I've never fought.

I carry with me
friendships of which
I've never felt pride.

I carry with me
truths which
I've never doubt.

I carry with me
feelings for which
I've never waited.

I carry with me
thieves about which
I've never talked.
"Love can be a drink of water when your body yearns for thirst.
Or a view of a skyline while the sun lightens up your face.
A thought of meeting your Prince Charming fills the mind with Love,
and a future that awaits, with babies, and skates, and pretty white doves.
Love comes in many flavors.
What will yours be?
The taste of strawberry lipstick on her lips was the flavor for me.
Yes Love is always in the air, and it had found me.
It brushed up against my face with your kiss, as your eyes closed to
the color of the deep blue sea."
He was at war
Between his immense love
And his unbreakable ego.
She was at war
Between the prayers
And her malfunctioning heart
His love finally over shined his ego
Too late
Her fate overshadowed his love.
 Jun 2014 Winter Allen Jane
nissa
this is neither the parting of seas nor the creation of islands

this is neither a blink nor a fever-induced sleep

this is neither the cry of a lover nor the weep of a sinner and trust me, they're both going to pray at some point.

this is the halfway mark of a poet who's running out of things she can and  cannot say.

empty journals are white flags.
this is the halfway mark.
Do you know?
All the pain caused,

Do you know?
I'm ashamed because,

Do you know?
Of those marks on my arms,

Do you know?
I wish would end.
So, it's terrible. Yep.
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