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serein (n.) (french) the fine, light rain that falls from a clear sky at
sunset or in the early hours of the night; evening serenity

What I needed most after a long day
Was a calming kiss or a careful goodnight.
But being alone won this round
Not that I even put up a fight.
So I'm accompanied and comforted
By the pitter-patter on my windows at night.
Serein

Nov 2013 heisenvader

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Nov 2013 heisenvader

Lizzy

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It feels selfish to say
But I wish you would pick me
But my gut tells me you won't

I don't tell you this
I couldn't if I tried
Because I want you to be happy

And you're happy with her
So that's okay
I'm used to the sadness

I don't write this to make you feel guilty
I don't write this because I'm jealous
I write this because I care about you

Nov 2013 heisenvader

It's Simple.

Nov 2013 heisenvader

LF

It's Simple.

..I want you.
..I want you in the most innocent ways.
I want to wake up tangled in sheets
your feet wrapped up in mine..
Hear your groggy voice as you stretch your body awake.
I want to feel your finger tips linger on my back
as you write love letters on my skin..
I'll laugh next to you, squirming away as it tickles.
I want to feel your lips kissing my shoulder
as i lay against you,
softly , over and over , gently as i sigh.
I want to close my eyes
as you explore my skin, connecting freckles,
mapping my body like your own secret constellation.

I want..

to stay in these moments forever.

Oct 2013 heisenvader

Why Me?

Oct 2013 heisenvader

Abigayle Carolyn

Why Me?

I get this feeling sometimes
In which I just feel like death is just around the corner;
So close,
Almost there.
I get so happy inside,
Finally my time has come.

But the moment never happens.
Because I am trapped here:
I am living in Hell.

Who knows, maybe I already did die.
And I somehow ended up in Hell
Being punished for my sins.

But you know what?
I don't know what i did to deserve this.
Any of this.

Really?
Is the torture really necessary?
Teasing me with small things that may,
At some point in time,
Make me happy.

Then taking it away from me,
Until i am left there,
Empty, worthless, broken.
I already don't want to be here.

Can you at least tell me what I did?
What I did to deserve all of this
Hatred, anger, towards myself

God help me.
If there even is a God
God, Zeus, Jesus, Abraham, whatever or whoever you are;

Why are you doing this to me?

What did I do?
Can you give me a sign.
A reason.

Why am I trapped?
Not dead,
Nor alive.

Why am I here?

Why am I chosen?

What did I do?

Why even create me in the first place,
When I have no point in being here.
I only cause people pain and misery in the end...

Why am I alive?

Why am I dead?

Why am I here?

Why me?

Oct 2013 heisenvader

Is some body ... anybody else, Noticing Severe Aberrations

Oct 2013 heisenvader

Ottar

Is some body ... anybody else, Noticing Severe Aberrations

watch words, words watched for,
for watching words, is not a chore,
if your paid to watch, not the shore,
or the land or the sky or a radar screen,
or even reruns of Ben Vereen,
toe tapping, his way across the stage,
but you Need Some Attention paid,
so you watch words to earn a wage,
internet, email, and cell phone ALL
technology to watch what words will work without that wascal wabbit wunning off at the mouth,
where words pop out as fast as
pills
pop in
so No Substance Abuse is noticeable...

this poem has been interrupted beeeep pppppp! * crackle

I would tell you what it all means, but I might end up disappearing

Oct 2013 heisenvader

Forest Friends

Oct 2013 heisenvader

Marian

Forest Friends

Sun rays slant through the forest air,
There's a boy sitting on the ground with dragonflies in his hair,
The little animals come up to him;
Because they're not afraid of him.
A little fawn sits behind his back,
Nothing doth he lack,
Even rabbits sit beside him;
He always smiles and is never grim.
All of his forest friends--the animals trust him,
To calm them he'll sing them a hymn,
In the middle of the forest sits he;
As the sun rays slant through every tree.
He always is so gentle and kind,
And has such a creative mind,
That is why the animals trust him;
And say! You've guessed it! His name is Tim.

*~Marian~

Dedicated to my Dad, Timothy!! :) <3
Yes, this is dedicated to my Dad!! :) <3
I hope he enjoys it!! :) ~<3

Oct 2013 heisenvader

It's funny, the way we feel

Oct 2013 heisenvader

Jenny Slade

It's funny, the way we feel

I’ve always thought that the human mind is beautiful
The way we feel, so complex, unique
Emotions of passion, lust and desire
To be able to dance, dream
Laugh, cry
Smoke, ****.

And trust.

To be completely open and vulnerable around another human being
Who in less than ten words can completely crush your spirit.

When you think about it
It really is phenomenal.

But the problem with happiness is
Although to some it comes easy
To others, it’s a little more difficult.

the human mind is ugly
jealousy, anger
obsession, hate
heartbreak
how one can be so overwhelmed
and weighted down
with something as scary as their own emotions
all within the mind of their own
something we like to think we have control over
but in reality is so convoluted, dangerous
and at any second can just

snap.

it's funny
how one day you can feel so strong

yet the next -

Was I ever so wrong to think that
in the end
in the bigger picture
it was just me and you.