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Take my jacket, he said
I smiled, and put it on
What he didn't know was
Nothing could warm up
The freezing ending
That was getting closer
 Oct 2014 Isabella
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
we locked eyes
I was caught staring
I couldn't help myself
not with what youre wearing
every hair
in its own place
yes, walk my way
and remove the space
kiss me
hold me close
every passing second
my attraction only grows.
I want you
I have an overwhelming desire
I guess you may be
my death by fire.
I am alive in your veins
I still run through your body
And I'm the poison that kills you everyday
When you try to push me away

Slicing your wrists open
Will not make me disappear
You know I am here for a reason

You invaded my thoughts for MONTHS
And blasted your fists on my jaw
I have been black and blue for YEARS

I can only retaliate
By invading your troubled cells
I am running through your body
And demolishing everything I touch
You destroyed me from the outside
I will annihilate you from the inside
I can tell you feel the pain
And I hope it
Hurts.
 Oct 2014 Isabella
hannah
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 Oct 2014 Isabella
hannah
people who are broken
are beautiful
they are made of the
little pieces leftover
from chaos
and life
and they know what it's like
to feel the bottom of the ocean
and still be in love
with the stars
to take the pieces and
put themselves
back together
leaving mid chapter
to start a new book
because some endings
we're not meant to be read
and some beginnings
we're meant to be written

                                               hko
The entrance winds behind an imperceptible dirt road,
And if you pass too quickly, its glamour won’t yield;
Tricking you.
Chances are slim that you will pass it again.
But if you peek, and pry, and probe-
Fooling the glamour to slip a little,
The part in the trees will open to you.

Through the leaves,
Over the natural bridge,
And you come upon it.
Indian Steps.
Where smoke curls amid your hair,
And drumbeats school your heart’s own thrum.

The lake will lap on stony shores,
And voices, oscillate past you.
Here, the only shining thing is the sun through autumn leaves,
The only siren a steady note,
Drawn from the deepest woods and threaded through a flute.
The trees’ leaves embrace its call,
And give it back, lovely in their mimicry.
Just like the others who catch their eye here,
You will always choose to stay.
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