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In a field I lay in early December.
The sky was glum and the world around me was grey.
The air crisp, as the soft snowflakes melted on my lips.
All the nature around me was lifeless.
Oh how I wished to be dead along with my surroundings.

That’s when I heard him.
His footsteps crunching as he walked across the icy field.
With every step towards me, the frost on the blades of grass melted.
Each of his footprints being replaced with beds of tulips.
The sun started to peek from behind the clouds and the buds started growing on the tips of the branches.

“Come my Dear, its time to get up now.”

“What if I fall again?”

“But my darling, what If you fly?”


He leaned down to me and placed his soft lips on my numb lips melting all the ice around my heart.
My whole body was instantly awakened by a sensation I had not felt in what felt like forever.
The butterflies in my stomach that I felt from his kiss lifted me.
Indeed I did fly, Indeed I soared.
Verily with every hardship comes ease.
 Nov 2015 E Townsend
ARI
Your Story
 Nov 2015 E Townsend
ARI
Eyes
       Fluttering
                      Mind
                              Sputtering
                                               Lips
                                                     Muttering

Hands
          Shaking
                      Bones
                               Aching
                                          Heart
                                                   Breaking

Pain
      Showing
                    Tears
                            Flowing
                                        Sorrow                                                  
                                                  Growing

Nails
        Gripping
                      Skin
                            Ripping
                                        Red
                                             Dripping

Girl
      Falling
                Mother
                           Calling
                                      Life
                                           Stalling

Head
       Pounding
                      Silence
                                 Sounding
                                                Death
                                                         Grounding.



-ARI
 Nov 2015 E Townsend
R
Please
 Nov 2015 E Townsend
R
be patient with me
I will argue with you to no ends
not because I hate your guts
not because your opinions are invalid
but because I like intellectual stimulation

be patient with me
I'm not the easiest person to deal with
I will not accept all of your excuses
and I hate it when things don't get done my way
because I've been let down hundreds of times before

be patient with me
I know more than I let on
I don't like laying all my cards on the table
and I know you want me to be more open
but I am made of layers and I'm being open I swear

be patient with me
I am quite sick in the head
my mental state isn't stable all the time
I'll try my best to be there for you when you need me
but sometimes my demons come after me

be patient with me
when I'm all better and good
I'll give you what you need and your wants
I'll make you proud and grateful
I will do my best to make you happy so just please

be patient with me.
Read the title every time you start each stanza. Some personal writings I found in my good old black notebook of thoughts.
(Villanelle)


It takes patience to wait for the perfect light.
Glance away and the image can disappear.
And sometimes the background isn’t quite right.

The moment missed is like a face out of sight
That against all logic we hope will appear
From around a corner, bathed in perfect light.

Or a pause in the music on a moonlit night
When hesitating lips touch, and love leans near,
But voices whisper that something’s not right.

Technology offers consolation in its sleight
Of hand:  Digitally correct the analog here
And now
, counterfeit the perfect light.

Yet we want more than the mastered byte.
We want the flash between the waiting and the souvenir,
The instant when self and spectacle fuse, reality felt right.

And so we hold on to what’s passing out of sight,
The collision between soon and too late, the sheer
Thread connecting to the perfect light
In which the background is precisely right.
 Nov 2015 E Townsend
Langit Mara
Lately, I've been craving love more
I miss having someone around
Someone who can make me forget about you
and everything you did to me
Someone to hold me when I'm falling apart
Someone to tell me I'm beautiful,
even with my brokenness
Someone to tell me they still want to kiss my lips
after they see me crumbling down crying and
shaking all over
Someone to remind me that I don't really need you anymore in my life
even though I miss you sometimes
Someone to remind me that I don't need to run back to what broke me just because I miss them
Someone who could help me build myself to be whole again
Someone who loves me that much that they don't let me depend on them, cause
once you get attached, that's when you give them the power to break you


─l.m
After meeting you, I felt that a thin, silver thread of a connection was made. Barely there... but there nonetheless
No matter how far from you I stray, no matter who I replace you with, This thin little thread won't give.
Believe me I tried.
I’ll always be tied to you.
So forgive me for trying to keep you for myself
It's in my nature to possess what I desire.
You echo in my bones like nothing I've ever felt before.
I have never been more certain about something.
You belong to me.
This I know.
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