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Hera Nova May 2012
''You dropped your ice-cream little child?'',
This kind of case is only mild.

''You lost your dog?'', this one is sad
''It happened once to uncle Brad''.

But take, ''You're flunking out of school?''
Now, this one's not so very cool.

Alas, nothing ever could compare
To: ''My Mom and Dad are buried there''.
Started this For the Hello Poetry's Latest Experiment: Adopt a Metaphor.
Still w.i.p.
Hera Nova May 2012
When you're out of your mind and you accept it
Let go of this world and you won't regret it.

On your voyage for discovery of personal gravity
Take interest in what others call profanity.
Understand it, don't discard it, not everyone knows
That by using it wisely you'll discover sanity.
Started this For the Hello Poetry's Latest Experiment: Adopt a Metaphor.
Still w.i.p.
Hera Nova Dec 2010
trembling fingers
heavy blankets
warm skin and sleepy eyes

music playing
hearts are beating
the sun is up,
what a surprise

I can see you
from the corner
with a smile, no disguise

touch me slowly
breathe in deeply
hold on tight, boy
before our goodbye
10 minutes
Hera Nova Nov 2010
Dare not bruise the nape of her neck!
That, and the glare of a panther playfully hunting,
Are her most precious physical traits.
The ones that make you sweat,
Wake up screaming in the middle of the night,
Clutch your pillow and come.
Hera Nova Nov 2010
With my dear friends who are prophets and dreamers,
We bring to the world, Party Hats and Streamers,
While they're out there in Babylon, fighting for the day.
Hera Nova Nov 2010
Mary, Oh Mary!
I wish you would have seen it Mary!
They were floating at such slow pace,
As if they were oozing from one another
And then slowly seeping back together,
Telling complete stories without words,
Never stopping,
Disappearing and reappearing out of the Blue.
Humans were once peaceful like these clouds, Mary,
Although only for a while.
They still try to mimick one another,
To complete eachother,
But now there's all this sin.
It feeds off us,
Stops us from respecting and sharing.
It enjoys the chaos so effortlessly created by the easiness of indifference.
Help me make it stop, Mary.
I want to care again.
And maybe, just maybe,
We'll open the others' eyes, too,
Before we lose all hope.
Am not quite sure I like the title.
Any ideas?

EDIT: April, 09, 2011.

I think I finalized the whole idea behind this poem.
May still add some details in at some point, but for now I am very satisfied with this. Plus the title change gives it a whole new twist.

I have no idea why the name Mary stuck. I tried replacing it with many other names, but without any luck.
Hera Nova Nov 2010
I... I just like pretty...
- Pretty what?
- Just pretty.. pretty anything
- And what IS pretty for you?
- Oh.. everyone has their own pretty, why put a limit on it?


Clothes, other than for protecting yourself from the weather,
Should have never been part of this world.
Critique please (:

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