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echo Jul 2013
~
again i trade my sleep

for words

that wake my spirit

and make me soar

but never keep

my eyes

opened in class

~
"Sorry, Sir - I'm just tired... i was up late last night" (yawn)
"And what was it you were doing last night?" he will reply
"... writing... poetry..?" with a smug and hopeful grin
"Hmmm..." ~ the flatline face will say it all.
echo Jul 2013
Just Remember -
*She's Not the Only Star in the Sky
... and you're yet to see others shine.
echo Jul 2013
I am a kite -
straining against her string
and while you all admire me
         hung in the sky
      like a bauble
          on an endless tree

you will never hear the thoughts
of this dancing fantasy
          *or realise
     my struggles
          to      
            be...  free
echo Jul 2013
..
If love was a
staring competition
you'd have won already
..
haha :P
echo Jul 2013
.
Old
habits
die?
Hardly
.
These, our choices
carved
into
the very stone
of our
existence,
must be chiseled
painfully
to
greater runes
of perseverance
.
Old habits must be worn
until we've worn them down.
.
echo Jul 2013
Another day
another penny earned

Another mistake
another lesson learned

Another attraction
another head turned

Another spark
     saw
another fire burned
echo Jul 2013
Night- paces and restlessly stations
leaf'd sentries in the silhouette sky;

Black* - cossetting, scissored, jagged
tatoo'd trees lend watchful eyes;

Branches - whisper aches and pains
with sweeping hands of hurried lies;

Trust - exhumes her two-cent breath -
*"You promised not to compromise.."
Tonight the trees were
black
lace
curtains
that silhouetted the sky
the breeze
shuddered
and
whispered
to me:
"Take care of your promise ...my child"
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