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 Mar 2013 Emerald Proctor
st64
If I could read your thoughts
Who knows what I might find
If I could read your thoughts, oh babeah
Who knows what I might find.

Perhaps it's BEST not to read you too much
Perhaps it's best not to READ you too much
Perhaps it's best not to read you too MUCH.

I might just find much more than I expected!

Refrain 1:
Watching you while you sleep
I wonder where you wander
Which paths you tread, where you say you go
And where you REALLY go!


Refrain 2:
I may just find you curled up in a corner
Waiting for the sun to climb up on your shoulder
Checking every move, watching every mo-ove
Escaping the clutches of your own fear!


So, if I could read your thoughts
Who knows what I might find
If I could read you . . . .


Star Toucher, 08 March 2013
(Song on Capo 1, written circa 2009)

(Inspired by Moody Blues song...if you really knew what I was thinking, you may not like me quite as much as you do, BABY!)
 Mar 2013 Emerald Proctor
Maham S
You ran
I ran
Faster than light,
Invisible to the keenest human eye
We ran towards the safest haven.
Almost giddy with excitement
Heart fluttering on the
Delicate wings of ecstatic butterflies
Forsaking everything behind
Just you and me

We zoomed by,
Humans and objects,
All just a mélange of colors
Hallways went by
In the blink of an eye
Not yours or mine
Just the shrewdest eye
Voices called out to us
Allies raring to join
Teachers frantic to stop
Corridors vast enough to dissolve into

Stop, came after a long, lingering voyage
Breathing in short abundant pants
We beheld the eye of each other
And in that moment
I realized we were more than partners in crime
We were, you and me
Two friends destined to be
In each other’s memory
Forever
And
Ever
And ever.
 Mar 2013 Emerald Proctor
DJR
Free
 Mar 2013 Emerald Proctor
DJR
And for once
In my life,
I'm actually
**free.
 Mar 2013 Emerald Proctor
DJR
Keep your legs closed you little *****,
Instead go buy stuff from the store.
Get home early, don’t go out late.
You’re not allowed to go on dates.
Focus on school, family, and friends,
Do that for the rest of your life over and over again.
You’re not a girl, you’re a woman, never rely on men,
They’re all just ***** cheaters who want you in their bed.
Never trust anyone but yourself,
Everyone’s out to get you, I learned that myself.
Don’t open up to people, it’s a sign of weakness.
Instead keep your mouth shut and full of secrets.
Never allow people to see you cry.
Cry alone until your tears run dry.
Nobody loves you, you little girl.
You’re all alone in this cruel, ****** up world.
You better go to college or else you’re a failure.
Me a failure? Hell no, never.
Why can’t I just be who I wanna be?
I could, but there’s always people judging me.
You’ll have haters all your life, that’s no doubt.
Just gotta be yourself and don’t stress about,
All the things life has in store,
Because when this door closes, there’s plenty more.
An intensity of a thought, and the intimacy of feeling produce the sound,
The announcement, immediate and incomplete, but monumental -
The outpour of falling words, running from my mouth like water droplets from the clouds…
A leap towards faith and freedom, towards the excitement of uncertainty -
Experiencing a brief moment of weightless resilience,
Strong, proud and fearless…
Fiercely crashing into their destination without restraint,
Saturating the contents,
          Slowly falling, seeping down further –
                                                               ­             Layer…
                                             ­                                                       Upon layer…
Hopefully finding welcome,
                                  Hopefully finding reciprocation.


It starts with an intensity of a thought, and the intimacy of feeling to produce the sound...
I hope I have depicted this moment well enough for understanding... This is always a scary moment. To be certain about how you feel, and the wonder if they feel the same...
 Mar 2013 Emerald Proctor
August
I dream the dreams no one can see
Pressing my fingers against my wrist
To feel the spaces between my heart beats
Attempting to even out my breathing
I just feel so lost now and then
Can't really set my feet on the ground
Floating up towards the sky again
Rendered speechless by my own head
 Mar 2013 Emerald Proctor
Àŧùl
You're my memories,
You're my thoughts,
And you're my poetry.

You're my smile,
You're my stamina,
And you make me go that extra mile.

You're blessed by us all,
And you're being missed by us.

You're so naughty,
You're so cute,
You're so beautiful,
And your poetry is being missed.
This one is dedicated to the little one Kripi who's valiantly dealing with her crucial exams.
© Atul Kaushal
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