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 Sep 2013 Marques Ruiz
sinderella
we burn bright like stars,
combined like two pieces,
of the same heart,
that was art itself.

we share so much,
between each other,
an adrenaline rush,
i wish to feel it,
forever and ever.

the moon ain't got nothing on us,
not even the sun can blind us,
with those strong rays of light,
we burn harder than fire,
nothing can burn us out,
got that super spark,
stronger than fire,
lighter than water.
© sinderella.
Lantern of mourning
Rebuilding love   -    hope and faith is needed . . .
We need wisdom of five Maria's and eyes of love
and we need smiling mouth... and there should be sun , longing and moon ...
Beauty and and what was supposed to create-they are one in beautiful pictures


copyright tim dan works 2o13
One week ago
At this exact time,
We were saying hello.

If only we had known
that five hours later,
I'd be sobbing, abandoned by the side of a road,
And you'd be desperately hunting for her,
Oblivious to my despair.

If only we could have had a sudden vision, upon greeting,
Of the disaster that lay ahead,
Perhaps we could have kept control
And averted Armageddon.

If only, as you said hello
I could have looked into your eyes
And seen myself, a roadside wreck,
And you panicking, in pain,
I would have ordered a pint of water,
instead of a pitcher of beer,
Or I'd have made an excuse to go home.

We just couldn't resist
each other's pull.
What was it, that madness?
And now look, we've lost each other,
And you've lost him,
And I've lost her.
Good God, what was that reckless disregard of danger,
That arrogant belief
That we were invincible?

Your friendship
Is now lost to me forever,
If only we had known,
If only we had seen.

No hospitality at all, to anyone;
This is not an orphanage;
Not even an invitee enters;
None to cook;
None to serve;
None to eat;
Inside the nest,
A bird of hope chirps.
Rain after the hurricane will
Sweep across the shores;
Since then, a heavy summer will
Follow touching my shoulders;
A wild wind whirls away;
From the snake's hole;
I hear a poisonous sound;
Never abandon your ears;
Keep the crown on your forehead;
Invite a bite from her !
**
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
When the damage was done and your soul was won. Did you feel a sting? Did you know you were done?
Did the lights dim down in your common sense, did you ever think once that your sins would win.
Did it hit you hard when I ran away, or was it a sweet release from inflicting pain.
On the ones who loved you, on the ones who cared. Or was it the answer to your silent prayers.
When you begged me back, what did you think I'd say?
I was never raised to enjoy the pain.
The nights you told me of demons and angels, I thought you were a savior. Not to be taken by the devil.
I used to be appalled by the crazy ones, never realizing that I lived with some.
Until it broke lose and the war begun. I was fighting alone against the chosen ones.
The ones he preyed on to take my family, I tried to be the glue at barely fourteen.
I should have never believed you all the times you apologized and now you're here again, same look there in your eyes.
Maybe you'd understand if you could only see through mine.
Dear, Mom & Dad..
my ink pen vomits on lined paper, tender cuts of beef
unable to be kept down long enough to be properly digested.
my words embarrass me.
© 2013 Austin Stephenson

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