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Ardent feelings come and go
Just like sunshine and snow.
 Jan 2012 Kyla
Carla Marie
…i have learned my lesson / One should not give the impression / of being too happy / as you don’t do

happy / you and angry / are comfortable / misery / your longtime friend / but with happy / you are

unacquainted / and / too much joviality / for too long a period / puts the proverbial underpants in a bunch /

too much free-range fondling / and unnecessary emotion / is a commotion / that puts the Neanderthal in

you / into uncharted territory / off the clear and obvious path / with a virtual stick / banging the bushes of

my spirit / waiting to see what emerges / and surprisingly / you are surprised / that what emerges is /

seldom what you expect / but what do you expect? / That i will continually ride this / histrionic

rollercoaster? / apprehensively peaking hills? / uncertainly braving valleys? / stop the maniacal ups and

downs i think i want to get off / on you / and with you / but that just wont do / cuz you / fail to realize /

that I am / percolating and oozing / straight inundated with / sweetness / and to get the full overflow / of

said sweetness / is a privilege… / and not a right… / therefore / to the benefit of no one / and as a

consequence of your / vacillation and inconstancy / i have made the determination / to Cap this most

fundamental Well / sadly / i have learned my lesson…
I did not mean to steal your heart
Please take it back from me
I only meant to share with you
My heart, that is wild and free

I did not mean to cause you pain
Or break the heart I stole in two
My intent was just to make you smile
Deep down inside of you

I did not mean to place false hope
Where none could ever be
I never meant to make you cry
This only saddens me

I give you back this heart of yours
I did not take it willingly
Please give it to the one
Who will love it best
As it was never meant for me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2009
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
 Jan 2012 Kyla
raen
fruits like lights
enticing
moths to the flame

tired of chasing
them away

child of the streets
why do you roam
chasing mango trees

where is your home?
11.22.10 (1159a-3m)
 Jan 2012 Kyla
John Mahoney
almost true
seems to me your words
although endearing
are not really you
that now you seem
as partially hidden
almost blue
as though i have
said something
i can't undue
some vague trouble
haunts my memory
but i can't see through
what we say to one another
now seems to be just
almost true
 Jan 2012 Kyla
Marsha Singh
Firebugs
 Jan 2012 Kyla
Marsha Singh
Perhaps not love – at least akin,
this shatterbelt of sheets and limbs.
Our hearts break for the smallest things,

but if we're just two burning bees
in a forest full of cardboard trees,
I wish for drought, dry leaves, a breeze.
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