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Oct 2014 Heather Alisa MacRae

Sia Jane

I'm made of all;
The books I've ever read
Poems I've ever written
Faces who have smiled at me
Hugs that have wrapped around me
Caresses that have graced my inner thigh
Countries & continents my feet have touched
The lovers as we simultaneously reach ecstasy within
Lonely nights shedding tear drops
Nights gazing black skies moon & stars
Children falling asleep to my heartbeat
Animals whose soul was found through reflective eye stares
Conversations spoken in French, Spanish, Italian, Xhosa, Afrikaans, Norwegian, German
Years of ******-, cognitive-, dialectical-, art-, drama-, music-, mindfulness-, trauma-, psychiatry-; therapies
The drinks & drugs & mind altering substances dispersing my mind
In all I'm made of;
Love
Lust
Greed
Fear
Joy
Freedom
Longing
Dreams
Despair
Sadness
Anger
Frustrations
Happiness
Anxieties
Insecurities....

In all I'm made of;

A soul; securely contained within a body of battled scars;
over;
pain & triumphs, losses & gains, rejections & acceptances, dishonours & accolades...

With the hope; she too, can live life through.

© Sia Jane

Written at 1.53am

Oct 2014 Heather Alisa MacRae

maybe

Oct 2014 Heather Alisa MacRae

Chloé

maybe

and maybe it was wrong to think that it was right

Oct 2014 Heather Alisa MacRae

Hydrophobe

Oct 2014 Heather Alisa MacRae

Joel M Frye

Hydrophobe

Cannonball!!!*
Diving from the tattered rope
into the writer's pool,
drenching any nearby poets
with a tsunami of images.
Remembering the sheer joy
of finding such a swimming hole,
and grabbing the chance
again and again
to drop fearlessly
into soul's center.
Today,
a toe tests gingerly
familiar water,
as hands open
the poet's chest
with cold-blooded intent
and wrap themselves
gently about
a muse's heart
and
begin...
to squeeze...
to pulse...
in time...

Spirit, please, in time.

Oct 2014 Heather Alisa MacRae

My Universe

Oct 2014 Heather Alisa MacRae

cherish

My Universe

Do you ever think about how you are just one grain of sand in the enormity of the universe?

one single grain being knocked around by the ocean of life

and the ocean's sky the universe
and the universe the universe's universe

ups upon ends upon books and books miles thick
of words, like worlds

each sentence a galaxy
spun around to form a coherent blip into existence
of meaning, of thought, of being

a Humanity
among many

infinities and infinities of numbers
perpetually cycling.

If nothing else, even if I will never fully comprehend the nature and complexity of the universe as it extends past the capabilities of me

I will understand another
and be understood in return
and that will be more than enough.

I've noticed the few times I've written poetry, I always gravitate towards using metaphors involving the ocean and space. The two great mysteries.

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