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 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
marina
you said-
thinking about the stars
makes me feel so small


but we sat there 'til we
were shaking in the cold,
and i had never felt
bigger.
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
Wednesday
Pompeii
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
Wednesday
Moth wings fluttering against my cheekbones
you are warmth
you are light

I am standing at the edge of this ocean
watching the galaxy pool around me

I do not care if it is a halo or horns
you have hiding out beneath your hat

It does not matter to me if you have shoulder blades
where your wings should be

We can press our bones together for all of eternity
We can be an archeological discovery

Love buried in ash
You are forever all I will need
Come worship at my alter.
She spreads her honey soft and sweet.
Come worship at the alter.
She lays upon the sheets.
Come to me with all your anger.Come to me all enraged.
And I will gladly take you over, and make of you my slave.
Come kiss me long and warm.
Come sing your love to me.
Come lay upon the roses soft ,and drink my nectar sweet.
Come crush my petals close to you
Come bleed upon my thorns
Come softly stealing my life's breath,
Come take me without warning.
And with your knife,
within my cup,
and with the blossoms bare,
you'll lay upon my alter
and leave our two hearts there.
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
Nirali Shah
Drenched in her viscous soul
Within her earthen body
Bathing the darkness,with her light
Losing life..
Slowly... steadily..
As the smoke vortex escapes into the atmosphere
Becoming invisible..
Leaving no trace of her existence..
While the writer basks in her glow.
In her selflessness..
In her love for him..
Little did he know..
How could he know?
She simply stood there..
Pouring light...with all her strength
But spoke nothing..
How could she?
Scared as she was..of the consequesnces
Staring at him..
Devouring all of him
Burning..
For him.
Hoping hopelessly..
if only..he noticed..
But she gave up..
Leaving him..
In the embrace of darkness..
In the emptiness..
February 22,2014
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
Nirali Shah
I find myself in words..
In words of a poet..
A poet within myself..
Within my soul..
The epiphany
The comforting silence
Of those words screaming inside me..
Hidden amongst the layers of blood,skin and bones
Deep within..
Amongst the addictive melancholy..
And in the eyes of my beloved..
Don't bother asking why..
Don't bother asking how..
I'll write..you read..
I hope you can relate..
and find comfort..
and so in this mighty void
You're not alone...
You're not alone
March 12,2014
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
Nirali Shah
An empty canvas
Waiting
For the best of his strokes
His reveries
For her face..
A face full of emotions
The ones he never dared to express
Her sumptuous lips
He once kissed
Her eyes
That once drowned in tears
And those ears..
That consumed it all
Yet..she did not fit..
In his "personal definition" of love.
And today he tried to paint her
In every possible way
Colours dancing about
In that smoked filled space
As he aged with his wine..
His blood
Inebriated  with her memories..
He wept
Like a child
Choking with regrets
In the darkness
Of that closed envelope
In the enslaving emptiness
Of that abandoned canvas..
If only
He could smell her
Somewhere,amongst the cigarette puffs..
If only..
She stayed
And caressed him to sleep
To awaken the corpse of his life
March 15,2014
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
cheryl love
Running a nice warm bath
Showing you care.
A lovely cup of tea made
Just being there.
A friendly hug when times get tough
Is enough
Being there for someone special
That is just love.
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
Mikaila
Choices
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
Mikaila
I know why I ran from you.
I could not protect myself from her.
She was everything.
That love
Bit too deep.
But I could shield myself from you
And the damage you could do.
I knew I couldn't love her
And lean on you
When both of you
Could cut me to the heart.
So I protected myself
From you
Because there was no hiding
From her.
 Mar 2014 Ivy Rose
david badgerow
my mother was a dental hygienist and dad thinks he's an architect
which means i'm used to sharpened stainless steel exploring the interior of my jawbone and lying to my father to let him keep believing he built me from the ground up.
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