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I met your eyes; twice open,
And once, I heard your voice.
I wish we could start over now
And make a better choice.
I often heard people mention
The bond they had with theirs.
All my life I kept saying,
I simply did not care.

The first day you had met me,
You didn't know my name.
I know that's the point of meetings,
But this was not the same.
You shook my hand like a stranger,
You'd rather never know.
And the naïve child within me,
Never wanted to let go.

The second day you came to talk,
And made my mother cry.
Trying to withdraw the past you left,
And return back to her side.
I tried then to forgive you, Gran,
But forgiveness is hard to give,
To a woman who never cared about
The lives she gave to live.
But I kept back my anger for
A woman worth so much more.
For she's much more stronger than,
The woman you came back for.

You broke her heart,
And broke her soul,
And walked away without tears.
I hoped you thought about the past:
The core of your child's fears.
But your mistakes could fill an endless list,
And sadden a jolly man.
But I forgave you, nonetheless,
Because you were my Gran.
You placed your hand in mine, right then,
And posed for the camera shot.
Your skin soft as flower petals,
A feeling I never forgot.

The third day I came to you,
It was time to say goodbye.
To see you, at peace, after all those years
Without you in our lives,
It was then my heart suddenly dropped,
And caused my eyes to cry.
The time was not ours to have
We never got the chance.
I cannot remember the way you looked,
For I only got a glance.
But I still remember your hand in mine,
Even after all those years.
And that feeling alone sets my heart in flames,
To conjure up the tears.
Your hand stays cold beneath mine since then,
Without heat, I cannot bring.
You withered away too early, Gran,
Like the flowers in mid-Spring.
27th November 2014

© All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
I knew,
right then....

We
c o u l d  h a v e
had
e a c h  o t h e r
28 - December - 2014
You finally found the power,
to pull yourself back up.

Awakening, to yet another
day of sadness.
The bleak – now fading-
Winter,
that storms at your window,
is the only reason you sat up.
The only reason you awoke,
in the first place..

Yet, when you lay back on your pillow,
inside you don't believe
that was the only reason.

And you pull yourself back up.
11 January 2015

© All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
would one walk among the clouds
and feel as though heaven were
a mere step higher up to the clouds
or to stare down and wonder if they
were to get there quicker by stepping
away from their safe net above the earth
trying to block a person
from entering your heart
is like trying to stop the sun from rising
eventually you realise that
they will stay and impact you
in one of the hundreds of kinds
of ways a person can impact you.

either they will simply cross by it
and you will barely notice them at all
or like a slice of a knife to your skin,
they will scar and remain a part of you
till your skin turns to dust and are
below the dirt with a stone above you
you make my heart runaway
it sprints at the sight of you
i run to catch up to it
to hold it dear and keep it safe
but im too late
i watch you rip it apart with a grin

dropping the tattered bits to the ground,
i run to hold them in my hands
to try to save what you destroyed
your body is your home
decorate it as you wish
to fit you and who you are

i know there is things on your home
you dont want me to see
you wear long sleeves in summer
and wear long shorts at the beach

but each time your jumper slips
or your skirt flips up
and your marks are for all to see

just remember that despite every effort
that you make to hide your home
to hurt your home and to
make your home not the prettiest

i will think of it as a mansion
i think of you as a burning star
in the darkest of nights

i see every scar and each time i do
i whisper i love you and to please
stay
stay,

stay.
on that cold night
i remember us lying in the dark
hands encasing each others
heart beats louder then
the rustle of the trees around us.

we laid there wondering what
tomorrow would bring for the two of us
if the world knew you were mine
if the world knew i belonged to you
entirely

what would happen then?
mmm headaches arent fun but writing is
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Rianna
When I was fourteen, and your eyes locked with mine
Like I was the only one you saw in a crowded room.

When you held my hand for the first time
And I got so many butterflies my stomach physically hurt.

When we counted the stars in my backyard,
And you told me you loved me under the glow of the moon.

When we chased fireflies on an early summer evening
And I wished you would always love me when the bug flew from my fingertip...

I’ve never felt more alive than I did in these moments.

Before I’d been broken
More than my fair share of times,
Before the scars healed over,
And became part of my soul,

I loved without fear,
                                  Without regret,
                                                       ­   Without conscience,
                                                   ­                                     Without holding back.

And I think maybe that’s why
My heart will always have a place for you...

Because you take me back to a time
When the most bitter taste in my mouth
Came after I said, “See you tomorrow”
When I dreamt about the sea because it reminded me of your eyes.

You take me back
To when I loved with my whole, beating heart
Instead of a ******, mangled mess.
And because of that,

I’ll never stop loving the thirteen year old boy
Who showed me what it meant to love
And I’ll never stop
Dreaming of the sea.
Maybe I meant nothing to you, but you meant everything to me.
 Jan 2015 Devon Webb
Rianna
We wrote REALITY in the sand
and watched the waves
wash it away at our feet.
Nothing hurt;
we were i n v i n c i b l e
Just you and I
against the whole world.
We knew nothing about life;
everything was a game.
All we knew about was love
and each other.
But nothing's coming along
to erase reality from the sand now
as I sit alone on the beach
during low tide.
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