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 Jan 2013 ieva
Emily Rogan
With the sweet melancholy of time
comes the beautiful notion of nostalgia.
We grasp moments of shared joy and freedom-
beacons of hope that forever altered our souls.
And with such recollection
we finally fathom the value of those around us.
And we realize
it is our souls who must surrender
when our bodies are broken and worn.
 Jan 2013 ieva
Pablo Neruda
When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your *******,
the doubled purple
of your *******,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
When the past calls let it go to voicemail
But I want to start talking.
I want to talk about my attempt to turn the page.
turn the ******* page
TURN IT

A page of my life
it almost ruined all following chapters. 

To make one thing clear in the beginning - I really don't want to you to pity me. I do not even want to ask for sympathy. I am writing this because I feel like I have to. Because it will allow me to turn the page completely and close this chapter forever.

I was lying in his bed
anxious, scared
but prepared.
It has always been the same
I smiled but felt shame
while he was the one to blame.

So my spirit left this bed
it was easy
stumbling to the inside of my head.

The world inside there is beautiful, colourful, calm and peaceful.
I am free, my own self and my own director while there is pain and horror outside.*

My body would stay
on the other side  
it would go another way,
on a different ride.

But that was fine,
my body was strong
could handle the crime
even though it was wrong.

my mind was focused on running
away - this is not where you belong
get through that door!!


Something was different today.
Something didn't work.
The door wouldn't open all the way.
I could feel him smirk.

The door wouldn't open.
I heard my body cry
it was aching and stopped copin'
it wanted me back, asking the question why

Didn't it know that returning wasn't an option for me?
stay brave as before, just be brave and wait for it to be over
let your mind stay free!

My body grabbed my mind
dragged it back to reality.
Just like pressing rewind.
Right into where I didn't want to be.

made me look at it, made me pay attention to it and it made me feel him 

He didn't care.
He never did.
But normally I didn't either.
This time i felt like ****.
I was in pain.

All I felt was hate and shame
Hate towards myself
towards that man that was to blame.

*I am so ashamed of myself because I never bothered about what my body was going through. Now I am convinced that I will never open it again. I will never let anyone give me a reason to do so. It has to stop
 Sep 2012 ieva
Ray
Autumn Air
 Sep 2012 ieva
Ray
I’d like to get out of this town for a while,
go to the east coast and sit along the shoreline
watch the summer fade to fall,
let the cool air kiss my cheeks
till the snow finally reaches me and drives me back home
where I'll trade autumn air for your warm lips
and sweaters for your warm embrace.
 Sep 2012 ieva
Alexis Jas
wishes
 Sep 2012 ieva
Alexis Jas
our june sun is setting
although i'm starting to think
it had never risen

perhaps our eyes were tricked
and we were only making hopeless wishes
on the moon

— The End —