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 Jan 2014 Katryna
Muggle Ginger
Wife,
        That’s a term I have been waiting to use for my entire life. I wasn’t always the best at searching for you. I was young and mildly ambitious growing up; other things got in the way because I never knew how much I could love you.
        If only I had known.
        I’ve told you most of my stories: my days playing sports, the endless reading list I had at my bedside table, and the sleepless nights thinking I would never find you.
        I’m eternally grateful that God allowed our paths to cross at that bookstore – how ironic that I was looking for books about love and I found you.
        My life taught me to question and second-guess many things: marriage, relationships, and the future.
        I had let my doubts and expectations reach into my pockets of hope and faith, stealing my motivation to succeed.
        Some would say I was justified in being a stoic.
        Not you.
        Before I met you, I was full of silly ideas and visions of how the world was. Those things – doubt, disappointment, failure – may be in the world, but they don’t define the world.
        Or me.
       I’m glad I questioned what was shinning so bright in a dimly lit bookstore. I’m glad I saw you.
        Holding a flashlight.

Always,
Yours
 Jan 2014 Katryna
MS Lynch
The stars crash down onto
my aching heart
trying to turn this diamond into coal,
Fool's Gold.
Always pushing to bury me six feet under
my own doubt and my insecurity.
But my brain's brighter than
any great big ball of gas,
just waiting in the universe just to explode. And die.
Maybe my heart is a little bit
stronger than a diamond, anyway.
Maybe I'll be more than okay.
I'm going to be
greater than the galaxies,
prettier than the perfect dreams,
and more full of fate and love than
the cosmos could ever hope to be.
I am my own star-tracked trek,
I am made of stardust and
I'm going burst and set the world on fire.
 Jan 2014 Katryna
mars
I fell in love in a bookstore
right between Sylvia Plath
and Walt Whitman
with the words of a poet
humming heartbeats into my ear.
He writes as if he invented the word 'yearn'
Wistfulness and want in every line.
It's as though he's been starved of words his entire life
And now he's drowning in the dictionary,
Gorging on adjectives and language
A reformed wordarexic
Flooding the pages with need
And everything I want to read.
I hope he writes forever
For I, too, love to feed.
I remember when nothing mattered; when the trees were just dead wood; when the stars were just ashes in the sky. I remember being hollow; having no regrets in saying 'goodbye.'

     When you saw me, you took a flame and lit a candle in my heart. Now, the trees can breathe and paint a paradise in green; the stars shine brightly and give soft light to the hands holding mine. Now, my heart pumps the passion running through my veins.

     I have a home now, where the embraces are warm; where everything matters; where we live in a paradise painted in green, wishing on stars and singing in moonlight.

- MiscellaneousPastry 5/20/10
Dedicated to all the brilliant people who hold my hand by starlight and to Colin McLaughlin, the one who lit the candle in my heart.

(C) MiscellaneousPastry 2010
 Dec 2013 Katryna
Thomas Wolfe
Oh, will you ever return to me,
My wild first force, will you return
When the old madness comes to
Blacken in me and to burn
Slow in my brain like a slow fire
In a blackened brazier - dull
like a smear of blood,
Humid and hot evil, slow-sweltering
up in a flood!
Oh, will you not come back, my fierce song?
Jubilant and exultant, triumphing over
the huge wrong
of that slow fire of madness that feeds
on me - the slow mad blood
thick with its hate and evil, sweltering
up in its flood!
Oh! will you not purge it from me -
my wild lost flame?
Come and restore me, save me from the
intolerable shame
Of that huge eye that eats into my
Naked body constantly
And has no name,
Gazing upon me from the immense and
Cruel bareness of the sky
That leaves no mercy of concealment
That gives no promise of revealment
And that drives us on forever with its
lidless eye
Across a huge and houseless level of
a planetary vacancy
Oh, wild song and fury, fire and flame,
Lost magic of my youth return, defend
me from this shame!
And Oh! You golden vengeance of bright
song
Not cure but answer to earth's wrong
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