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I really did believe back then that fairy's took my teeth
I'd carefully lift my pillow and slip them underneath.

I really did believe back then that sleighs and deers could fly
And once a year on Christmas eve old Santa crossed the sky.

And then my favourite fairytale began one August night
A true life Prince or so you seemed came after his Snow White.

My life was in a state of shock
But with your kiss I woke
I soon believed your words of love and every word you spoke.

But cheating minds can lurk beneath a pair of loving eyes.
If only I had learnt back then
That fairytales were lies.
 Jun 2010 Karina Mia
adele horn
I would never have imagined
That such an unassuming affection
Could become something
I can treasure deeply

I would never have thought
That a shattered heart
Could turn towards you
And find solace there

I would never have assumed
Safety within your arms
And a quiet place
To rest my soul

I would never have expected
Anything more than frienship
But my heart wanted more
And you allowed me in.

Thank you
For casting light upon my abyss
For lending me warmth
And a place where my hands fit into yours.

I am swayed by uncertainty every day.
In myself
In you
In the world that surrounds us.
But i am certain
That your smile is a constant within the choas.

I dare say
That i love you
Because my heart is filled with it.
And i cannot lie to myself.
When you are in love with one, and might love another. What do you do? Do you stay with one and leave the other? Or do you leave the other to be with another? These questions may not bother you. To others they haunt them in their sleep. They take over their lives till there is nothing. Nothing to live for.
     In these dreams you see two people. Your lover and your crusher. Which one do you pick? You can’t pick. You don’t know what happened. But your mouth is shut. You can’t open it to talk. You can only sit there and stare. You stare at the two and think. Then you can’t think any longer. You want to scream, but you cannot.
     To the people that have never felt this. You are probably wondering. Why do they feel this pain? What can I do? I can’t do anything. Unless… maybe I’m causing the pain. But I can’t stop it. I don’t if I’m the lover or the crusher. I don’t want to break their heart if I’m the lover. Then I don’t want to leave them if I’m the crusher. Oh GOD! What am I supposed to do? Why does life have to be so hard?  But I guess for the person that is in pain their life is worse.
     Has this ever happened to you? Have you been the one in pain? Or the one wondering? When you read this. Can you relate to these people?
 Jun 2010 Karina Mia
Ethan Z
There once was a young boy of thirteen years,
who loved a girl with blue eyes shining bright;
he was her world and she was his light;
one was complete when the other was near.

With strawberry milkshake faces and linked lollipop hands,
they walked the Pacific beach, overcome with smitten smiles,
enscribing their names in the rusty, copper sand
"A promise," they said, as the ocean kissed the land

"I'll be with you regardless of the miles"


and with this, he gifted her the world, it was sealed,
tragedy approaches slowly, but can't penetrate love's shield.

When the teacher's back was turned, he would pass her notes,
simple poems composed by his heart;
one wrote;

"Roses are red, violets bloom high,
the world won't suffice, let me give you the sky"


At home, her beautiful blue eyes cried.

Under the stars they sat, tender soul mates, two of a few,
he didn't understand, a lost child, confused and bare,
her wig fell into her lap, locks of beautiful blonde hair,
looking into her blue eyes he breathed, "I love you"

and with that sacred declaration, the sky belonged to her
with devotion as sure as the sunrise, warmer than mink fur

Later that month, on one incandescent night,
they sat on the moonlit shores, as the western wind sighed
her head on his shoulder, smiling, closing her big blue eyes,
silhouettes upon the sands, holding each other tight

As she slept, as the nightingales fly,
she dreamed of him, her entire world and sky,
never waking up, though a smile graced her lips
with his poem held snug in her delicate grip

"Roses are red, violets bloom high..."



Now a married man of sixty-four, he dreams by and by,
of the two walking the Pacific beach, overcome with smitten smiles,
her childish laugh resounds like heavenly songs in the sky,
for he was her world and she was his light;

in the sun, her beautiful blue eyes shining bright,
in the stars, her beautiful blue eyes shining bright
Would you tell me how you feel

Would you touch me and be real

Would you move your hand below

Would you move it nice and slow



Would you go down and lick

Would you let your tongue flick

Would you swallow it whole

Would you taste it flow



Would you want to be on top

Would you move and never stop

Would you feel me deep inside

Would you let me come and slide



Would you want us to overload

Would you allow me to explode

Would you let me stay in there

Would you, would you dare

— The End —