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Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.
Tears of Blood,
Clear, and white,
Normal tears, but
I know they
are Blood.
I literally found this written in my journal. It is not my original make, but I feel it deserves to be seen for some odd reason.
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
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picnics
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
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I saw our tree in the park today
Remember the one
We carved our initials into?
It must have followed me here
Taken a train or a bus
Its branches bending, cracking, snapping
Trying to squeeze into its seat,
Travelled all the way from our park
With those lilac bushes and
Saturday morning picnics.
It must have known
That I would
Miss you.
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
wounded
don't
dream while life snores
don't
skip the words for pictures
don't
believe that every rise of a wave
will deliver you to the sky
don't
think of her like that
when she says she's back in town
don't
believe that every ride
will take you closer
to the exit
so much in fact
that you cut across
the oncoming traffic

don't
fall while hills rise
don't
cry all through the summer
don't
ignore the warning signs
and write your own
while doing 90 in the fast lane
taking photos of the same setting sun
for the billionth time

don't
follow your heart
into dark caves
don't
destroy or devour
or test the resilience
of every good person
in your life
don't
count every change of direction
as a diversion
from your future

but always do
what a don't do sign
person or poem
tells you to do
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
Anna Lo
i need isolation, not your constellations
i'm sorry but these stars won't guide me home tonight

our ships have sailed far apart
i'm sorry for your weathered heart

standing here i can hear the cries of my melancholic ghost
standing here i can see the tides bring in corpses of our love

but if you can please forgive me dear
i loved you so with all my tears

salt water was the only thing i could ever understand
salt water is the only thing i ever needed, my friend
salt water is the only thing i could ever be in the end
for those interested in the song-->
https://soundcloud.com/waveringtags/mermaids-confession
(please excuse my amateur guitar playing and terrible singing voice)
My ink is drying
loss for words..
my poetic mind
shrinking in its size
try few romantic lines
poetic dictions are gone
need inspiration perhaps..
Give me a hand..
my ink will be filled by you...
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
Amanda
I daydream f a r  too much.

My eyes must have been kissed by the starry sky  

& ampersand &

the wispy clouds are tickling the very tip of my nose,

and
oh
yes,

I am on my tiptoes.
Hi there!
x
I hope *crosses fingers* that you, you and you enjoyed this little nonsensical writing!
Eeek. I get so excited and happy share these little writings. Perhaps it's the fact, I am shyly showing you bits and stitches of my heart on the other side of the earth?
Much Love,
A'manda
Song of Monday: If you Stay- Joseph Vincent
World, concealing and revealing
Elegant appearance
Forgetfulness of matter
At the revealing, heavenly
Dark clouds fail there
Majestic and radiant
World opens up
Spreads out wings of imagination
Worlds interact
A new world arises
My world resists to be the same
Earth resists incorporation
An embrace is welcomed
A new world opens up.
Josephs Cloud
 Feb 2014 Izzah Batrisyia
Buzz
A little hug
On this speeding jeep
Would surely soothen the heart of a man
Who just commit a risk never to be taken
Adrenaline pouring on the veins

A light stroke
At the hair between the ear
Would provide enough serenity for a girl
To give it all for love
For they are at the deserted highway

The couple move along
Nothing will stop them
For love conquers all
In anxiety, they perish the to be-regretted
And hone together their hopes
For their future, they'll fight together
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