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 Aug 2014 Javaria Waseem
Stellar
And little did she know
that love is a poison
now she is fighting for her life
sigh
Midnight.
Starlight starbright?
Past-tense, dead-like.

Simultaneously straddling then-and-now
Stars/black-hole-ghosts
Shine and destroy across the light-eons.
For Katie
 Aug 2014 Javaria Waseem
stargirl
january** // it had just happened.

march // this is the month of transition from winter to spring, but that doesn't mean this is the month of transition from broken to healed.

may // it's getting warmer, but that changes nothing.

august // it's rainy now, but the tears that have fallen from the darkened sky still haven't washed it away.
idk
Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.

The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.

Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
 Aug 2014 Javaria Waseem
stargirl
if i were held captive in a room
with anything i have ever loved,
and was told that i
had to pick one thing,
and one thing only,
to pour every ounce of my love into,
i'd choose you.

over
and
over
and
over
again.
You had me hooked,
When you asked to cook for me.
But you seasoned my food  with poison ivy.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

— The End —