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The weather was a little colder then a mild September,
I was driving fast,
Trees and cars blurred as I passed them,
I wasn't quite sure where I was going, but anywhere was better then here,
My phone kept ringing, over, and over, and over again,
Left to my own, thinking, that's what I really needed,
But no matter how far I drove, it wasn't quite far enough,
So I continued,
Through the day, Through the night,
Far beyond where the weeks turned to months,
Far beyond the months turned to years,
Although my endeavor has seemed so very short,
I've been gone quite a while according to others,
I think back to the place I was born,
About the hot Summers and cold Winters,
How the trees turned colors,
How every person had met,
It was such a peaceful place,
Yet, not I a place to think.
I must stop,
I must not go,
But there's something in my blood,
I desire to roam,
There's still whispers and thoughts,
About why I did all this running,
But my thinking is needed,
And my reasoning is simple,
I've just never been to good at staying in one place long.
I was once a beautiful, & colorful girl.

I had a lover of my own,

and hair of great bouncing curl.

My dearest and I had the truest of loves,

the kind that sent pangs,

through the hearts of white doves.

Ages ago, we were out on a sail,

t’was a beautiful day,

with a marvelous gale.

‘Till, in seconds, there came,

a downpour of rain,

and a scene that would change,

life of this poor dame.

I discovered my dear,

he was shrouded in fear,

clutching and fleeing and never looking back.

He abandoned our ship,

while we were under attack

I was thrown overboard,

with a most violent shove.

There I felt hands,

not of the usual class,

but thinner and sharper,

like that of broken glass.

It was then I was pulled,

roughly down to the dim.

The endless depths of the sea,

without him.

I looked up to the sky,

but oh, by & by,

the light of the world,

was shrinking rapidly.

The vixens and creatures of the dark,

surround me.

I would float, breathlessly,

among a world, under water.

Where the sea-souls of men,

are taken for slaughter.

It wasn’t the vast sea,

of splendid blue-green,

you know the kind,

that you see in a dream.

It was red and green and horrid, pitch black,

and he never looked back.

Didn’t toss me a float,

or a rope for my throat.

And when I rose to the top,

I swam to the shore.

The tide came and went,

a swift, gentle roar.

I stood there for what,

had seemed like years,

and your back facing me,

couldn’t fathom the tears.

The world spun on,

as she always does,

and my heart broke again

a million ******, pieces it was.

you had left,

you had gone,

but I was still holding on

to a past full of lies

and of tainted goodbyes.

my cries,

should have been,

for all of my wasted time.
Like water frozen to
ice, I watch a blossom
never bloom, it stays
as still as an autumn leaf
deprived of the wind
that should let it go free to
a place where it is
noticed for its aesthetics and
appreciated
in ways it never thought it
could. Tell me where this
transparent liquid will flow,
tell me how far you
will let it if I break free
from these chains I have
inherited, however,
we have fastened them
together, bound by what was
once considered love.
Torn out of my life like a page from a book,
shredded apart like a fish's lip with a hook.
I now realize that I had what it took,
dive deep in my mind and be sure to look.

Manipulation comes in the form of many ways,
the harder I tried, the more difficult the maze.
The maze that keeps you wandering for days and days.
All I wanted was love, not pointless praise.

But now that it's done and we've come to an end,
why must it be so hard to be considered a friend.
With all the broken pieces I have tried to mend.
But MY heart was broken, so it's what I'll tend.
I wake up in the morning, defeated by my dreams.
You pull my heart apart, you rip me at the seams.
I try so hard to be happy, I try not to care.
But loneliness seeps in, all alone, no ones there.

I put on my mask and continue with my day,
Pretending that I'm happy, it's easier this way.
I try to clear my mind, push out all despair,
Yet loneliness seeps in, all alone, no ones there.

Shuffle through the motions, don't pay attention to what I do,
I cannot force mind to stop thinking about you.
Yes I know that you don't want me, of this I am aware.
So loneliness seeps in, all alone, no ones there.

I lay in bed, to rest for the night,
Tear sting my eyes, impeding my sight.
A hallowed soul, into the darkness I stare,
As loneliness seeps in, all alone, no ones there.
I can't make you want me.
I can't make you care,
About my feelings or emotions,
You left my heart bare.
I cry over you,
Although I know it wont faze you.

Tears fall from my eyes,
As I try to forget you.
It hurts to be unwanted,
Left to the side,
Forgotten about in the blink of an eye.
I feel so insignificant,
So incredibly small,
Knowing that I meant nothing at all.

But I can't make you want me.
I know you don't care.
As much as I want you,
You'll never be there.
As the dirt and rain,
become part of my outfit.
I stand up in great trance.
The deep vibrations around me,
seem to interact with souls
of beings all over who
come "home" for reasons
such as mine, and that keep them
coming back to play.
The booming echo of haunting
animal's skin creeps up
over the trees and hills.
Howling the insane
breathing green fire.
Brings comfort and wholeness
to the purpose in which
we have united today.
Sharing more than melodies,
seeing more than what meets
the eye of the storm in this
controlled chaotic world.
I then slip into a realm
that keeps nothing masked.
Smoke rises as
ashes fall upon the
tan freckled shoulders
of  real lifetime bonds.
Nickels, pennies, wishing wells,
I do declare, I bid farewell.
With all that's here and said to be,
come on girl, please look at me.

I see all the scare and hurt,
so now's the time to wash the dirt.
Cause hope is what you fail to see,
I guess that we're not meant to be.

But just before you leave for good,
please speak to me, you know you should.
And tell me at one point-in-time,
that I was yours, and you were mine.

I feel the pain that grows inside,
it's swelling up like morning tides.
And all that I can seem to do,
is dream of us, and think of you.

Now that all the pains set-in,
I think about where we've been.
And realize that we were dead,
A bitter-sweet thing to be said.
 Dec 2012 Giani LaDavia
Tom Orr
She makes the sand,
the sand seep away.
Little locket on her chest,
with her steps a gentle sway.
Though her eyes cast
a tender gaze,
her fiery heart sets the sky ablaze.

Dry rain and dry puddles,
never will she stop.
'Til she stumbles to her knees,
the dusty ground, fiercely hot.
She cries out in pain
and laughs through tears,
a withered smile
of withered years.

She sees me.

Her faces relaxes,
her lungs give out,
her limbs betray her
and with one final strain she says:
*I can't hate.
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