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Tell me, where does your smile go when you exchange it for a frown?
Does it really just get turned upside down?
Or does it go into the blushing bride’s wedding gown?

Tell me, where do your tears go when they dry?
Do they impatiently wait for another blossoming love to die?
Or do they happily absorb into the ground with a simple, heartfelt sigh?

Tell me, what happens to every child’s innocent wish upon a shooting star?
Do they fly towards the sky, only to get struck by reality’s speeding car?
Or do they follow you around, waiting to heal heartbreak’s cold scar?

Tell me, why does a hug seem to make all your worries and woes disappear?
Do they only temporarily take them away, quietly waiting to make them reappear?
Or do they really and truly take away all your uncertainty and fear?

Tell me, will the touching moments you have with a friend ever cease to exist?
Do the icy lips of reality make them disappear with her deadly kiss?
Or does the caring hand of dreams and make-believe write them on its forget-me-not list?

Tell me, was the beautiful friendship we had never meant to be?
All the words that slip past my lips don’t agree with yours,
Every second of my time with you is starting to feel like a long list of chores.

Tell me, what will happen next in this tragic story of you and me?
Old poem
Copyright 2013
 May 2013 Lady Elle
Angel Moore
Everyone is looking for The Secret.
A formula to life,
an eternal elixor.
Immortality.

The secrets are hidden deep
within our spirit.
Learn from nightmares.
Talk to dreams.
Write in such a way,
that thoughts pour from your fingertips.
With an eagerness to be read.

Be the person you want to be.
It's that simple.

Discover a romance.
A romance to challenge even
the most tragic of love stories.

A romance with yourself.

Embark on a journey of peace,
during a generation of hopelessness.

Inspire those around you.

Surround yourself with artists and musicians,
intellects and authors,
teachers and adventurers.
Ministers.
Angels.

Children with a shouting to the Nations.

Grow, learn, mold, teach.

At a time when there is
a disturbance in the galaxies.
A planet in high alert.
Violence. Demons. Hate.
Conspiracy.
Reach forth and grab a hold of friendships.

Others will see a light.
A glow.
A florescent adolescence.

The secret should never be,
in fact, a secret.

Let it be a telling.
Inspired by the artists, musicians, authors and intellects I have surrounded myself with for a lifetime.
 May 2013 Lady Elle
Angel Moore
I found my way back
back, to that place I go to
When I cry
When I sleep
When I die
High in the atmosphere
into worlds.
I have my own hide away
no one can find me.
I've watched the universe
spin slowly.
Change from dark to light,
night to day,
night to day.
I've seen caves and creatures
roam the planet.
Lush green trees
ripped from their homes.
Giant animals
fall to the ground.
I've called upon the archangels for protection
from the darkness that has covered the earth.
I've fallen out of my hiding place
and landed in the darkest of nights.
Sun that seems too bright.
Nights that seem too long.
Haunted by words that will
never
never
ever
fade.
But yet, I've always return
to my spot in the sky,
to watch the evolutions,
revelations, the nightmares
and the miracles.
I've watched our
Mother
Father
God
destroy and rebuild.
Destroy and rebuild.
I've seen the most beautiful things.
Even the city lights
look like fireflies illuminating the planet
from here.
I've found beauty in everything.
Every word.
Every taste, smell, touch.
Every third eyed sensation.
I am not omnipresent.
Only...
present.
I glow a soft shade of purples and blues.
Indigos.
All shades, with a white crown upon my head
pouring out the purest of white lights.
My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth.
Peace among men.
An awakening.
The earth glitters with hope.
I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play
with the token around my neck.
A ring for prayer.
A reminder of greatness.
I gently allow myself to fall,
sink slowly through the atmosphere
like I am drowning during a sunset.
Tragic, yet beautiful.
Again, down, down.
My wings know not to save me.
 May 2013 Lady Elle
Emily Tyler
I
Am
So
Bored

Civic
Studies
Oh
My
Lord

Droning
Teachers
Boring
­Class

Chances
Are
I
Will
Not
Pass

Half
The
Student
Fell
Asleep
­
Zero
Knowledge
They
Will
Keep

Civic
Studies
What
A
Bore

Good
T­hing
I
Like
English
More
 May 2013 Lady Elle
E I Alvarez
funny, i
always seem to think
in
yesterdays
or
tomorrows.
 May 2013 Lady Elle
Robert Frost
The old dog barks backwards without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.
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