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 Dec 2013 Dhirana
drunkonthoughts
my poetry lacks genius
not as good as yours
but i try my best
to make sure
you relate
to it
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
drunkonthoughts
a night never goes by
where i don't think
of your blue eyes
or the way i fell
for that smile

my heart ran a mile
trying not to fall
but i fell hard
after all
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
drunkonthoughts
fragile like a tea cup
5w
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
drunkonthoughts
sticking by you
is what i'll do
even if it means
that i break in two

it's all for you
this poem is true
my love is for you
my heart is yours to keep
hold it in your hands
please feel for me
what i feel for you

don't fall in love
with a fragile poet
if you're going
to break their heart
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
Sia Jane
You're a big girl now,
pull those socks up
high,
let them go as high
as that slender thigh
wrapped around the
tattoo marking your
place,
put a smile on that
face, don't let the
hate keep you and
make you fall from
grace,
call you crazy, their
words hitting the target;
your heart, broken
ripped apart, kicked
down to the floor that
is depths deeper than
your head, hold your
breath to reach that dark
space,
you don't need saving,
you have enough face,
to laugh at the hate, and
force their hand, to eat from
yours, their face take a place
on the dart board of disgrace
one shot, two shot, three shot
man down, you're taking your
worked for dwelling among the
fighters, equally bruised you stand
tall,
you put those high heals on
red soles, matching the lipstick
marks on that champagne glass,
as we salute your success
cause no one is stronger,
than the girl, now woman,
who stands in this crowded
room, raising a glass, to
your very name, far from a
disgrace, but praise worthy
admiration, inspiration,
no one would trade her in,
cause she is her own saviour
and no one can ever take
her soul, not even a lover
for she saves herself
unlike any other.

© Sia Jane
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
Sia Jane
Lost boy, parental fears
Where will he go, will he try
To be where the sky ends
Or will he simply fade
As they so fear.

Hear this music, listen to what
Goes on for him in these lyrics
They tell the story of his heart
Tears fill, his broken heart
Purging feelings through salt water tears.

The pain is washed out
Misunderstood, abandoned, alone
Heroic front, brotherly responsibilities
Big man of the house
Father away, managing life a different way.

Two children, run free
Escaping through stories
The written word, pen to paper
Hand written, dictated by those
Who sing through the radio and television.

Make believe, faery tales
A brother cradles his younger sister
He sings a lullaby he once was
Sang to himself as a young boy
As she giggles and laughs closing her eyes.

A house is never a home
Unless love is painted over the walls
Home has a heartbeat, every step
Inside every room, a smile lights
Filled with dreams, love and hope.

A family is a unit, connected at
Each and every portal, never undone
Whether a war rages in each of their minds
Together they will unite
Regardless as to whether blood is thicker than water.

© Sia Jane
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
Sia Jane
I haven't written
My inspiration squandered
Without her, my only muse
Words escape me
As my mind will only
Be occupied by her presence
And a war in my mind dominates
The place she once held
So beautifully, so gracefully
For all those months
And now she seems lost
Or more, I am forgotten
Light to dark, I am left
Saying goodbye has never seemed
So high and dry
I'm trying hard not to assume
And yet again, this war in
My mind occupies
Me even in the days of
Endless distraction
I'm ******* crazy
The city buzzes, crowds shuffle
Past me, in a dazed state
I look up, hearing her voice
I escape, I wander, I ride
Territory so familiar
I don't want to lose her
My muse, my love, my
Life source that keeps my heart
Beating, making me crazy
I love her
Three words of such
Worth
I feel abandoned carrying only
My heart, raw and exposed
Until it eventually fades
Knocking me out and
Forcing me
To start
Anew
But even concuss and
Bleeding, she's all
I desire.
Love please let me go
Unless she too
Wants me.

© Sia Jane

"A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover."

Charles Bukowski
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
drunkonthoughts
there's something truly nice with writing long, poetic notes
it makes the baggage easier to carry and manage
keeps you from further damage
to what is already broken beneath
and underneath the beautiful surface
as a poet, i've experienced a lot
as a young girl, i grew up fast
my childhood didn't last
had to be an adult
before the appropriate age
had to feel heartbreak
and sadness all over the place
i could feel an ache in my bones
a sense of sadness when alone
cried my eyes out at home
and hid the pain away
taking showers
to disguise my tears
hoping sadness would fade
wrote about love for hours
dreamt of you and my fears
destroyed myself to cope
pain changed my view on life
and the relationships i'd had
thoughts are like knives
stabbing me deeper
each and every time
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
Elise
Phoenix
 Dec 2013 Dhirana
Elise
these tears
taste like
house fire
because you were once
my
Home
They say with each end comes a beginning
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