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Maha Salman and Wicked Hope.
I wasn't going to do this, but I just wanted to thank you guys because you've been really kind to me and it's been a rough time for me lately. It means so much to me to have someone who's there for me.
You wear the halo like a crown,
you come from heavens in the nights,
and you leave me with a shimmeting dawn,
gleaming with the stars that revolve around you.
Mother,
you carried me
into life

and now

you carry me

dead

for all your eternity.

Mother,
I love life
and I bless your heart
for I knew the bliss
of your unconditional love.

Mother,
you cry
and you bleed

and I

can not help you.

Mother,
I know
the day I died
you tried

oh so desperately

to breathe life
into my lungs

and that moment
you attached yourself
to the anchor of my death.

Mother.

I know you miss me.
I know it is not fair.
I know you love me.

Please,
mother,
live,
carry me forever
out
into the sun
of your loving
my brothers

as you love me.

And, mother,
do know
that your love
would have grown me
into the man
you dreamed of.

I love you.
4.1.2015
The title is a reference to Michelangelo's statue.
The poem is a humble tribute to a most dear friend whose son died suddenly; he had just turned fourteen and died on the third day of last february. Her grief is beyond imagination.
Hearts don't beat
No
A beat is something steady and understandable
Hearts don't beat
They pound and knock and shake us all
They cause us to trip, lose grip, and fall
Poem: So sort, sorry! :/
Note: So long, duly sorry!
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700 poems! Hell, I have a lot to say it seems.

I just want to give a quick shout out to all you awesome people on here!
Especially those who have commented and messaged me the past few days -- or ever really -- offering support because I'm so grateful to you all. And to all my followers! Thank you for reading and writing, words are so very important. :)
Quick shout out to Daniel Smith - Freak Morbidity for his epic comment/heroic-act-of-defense that is now forever lost. The other non-trolls and I thank you.

Stay lovely all you guys ~
******* The Wing

She helps selfishly, she gives everything,
even to those who don't give back,
even to those who have nothing left,
even to strangers like me.

She cares about everybody,
even about people that hurt her,
even about people that don't know her,
even starving kids in Africa she loves like closest friends.

She is such a talented writer as well!
Her poems are emails of heart,
such emotions in rhythm and rhymes.
I wonder how she could be so awesome.

She is a God's gift,
most beautiful object in the universe,
she is an angel on earth,
and this is no praise - just stating the facts.
I have to buy you a bagel with cream cheese or any other delicacy, when I finally get to US.

...and if you guys wonder what she was doing today, she was handing sandwiches to homeless people! You can't be more awesome!
You want to know more
about my dreams?
I had nights filled
with horrible nightmares,
flames burning my skin,
knives cutting through heart,
pit of eternal agony.
Death, screams, pain.

They are all gone.
What was the last dream I had?
I dream of you.
I dream of you
and nothing else.
It was about color of your hair,
the way your face turned red,
when you smile...

And I was there,
sitting by,
feeling the warmth
of your body,
feeling the texture
of your skin,
feeling the gentle pressure
your hand against my hand.

And I was there,
holding you,
so you will never leave again.
We can stay frozen like that,
until our dying day,
just you and me,
and the fragrance of your body.
Everlasting happiness.

But it was just a dream,
just a vision of things,
that will never be.
Just God mocking me.
This sweetness is poison,
I can't let go of it.
I need you so bad,
why did I wake up?
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