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The Mind lives on the Heart
Like any Parasite—
If that is full of Meat
The Mind is fat.

But if the Heart omit
Emaciate the Wit—
The Aliment of it
So absolute.
There is a certain beauty
found in silence, terror too.
Watching her sit with her crossed legs
And her gaze upwards
Like the world is too petty
For her eyes to surrender.
She was magnificent, yes
But her looks feigned a lie
Her eyes could **** with intense fire
Her scent was amicable
For her preying hands
And if a being so unfortunate
Crosses her path
Or meets her eyes
She springs like a cheetah
And rips them apart,
Metaphorically, of course.

.......

My eyes wander off

.......

His frenzied looks
And unshaved face
Ruffled up clothes
Looks like he has had his worst day
Wonder what's got him so worked up
Must be a hangover
Must have had a drink too much
Last night
Yes, I can see a wife
Beaten up in an alcohol-fueled mania.
But those petunias in his hands
Beautiful
What a contrast to the man himself
A mistress?
Or an attempt to gain forgiveness
From his wife?

.......

Sipping the best local tea
Sit back
And let my mind have its spree

.......

Pick pocket
Such an adorable face
Blue-eyed, her tiny hands
Slipping in and out
Procuring knick knacks and wallets.
Life was never fair
Mother's sick and in a tarpaulin roofed
Shack off the main street.
Dad's a drunk
And she's had enough with that nonsense.
Her timed precision  and skilled fingers
Workings its way for a loaf and
The extra change for her mother
Curled up like a ball
In pain.

.....

Change for the tea
And morning paper.
Picking up a stride
Take a left from the plaza
Into a throng of living bodies,
And to be one among
The many lives
Toiling,
Living,
**Breathing.
Lets be kids again and fall in love with everything we find along our journeys in this world.
Lets recapitulate all the moments of innocence and happiness we once lived.

Walk with me;
tell me about your day as if you were planning for tomorrow.
Express every detail with passion and energy.
Describe to me exactly how you feel.

Ponder with me;
question everything like it's the only thing you've ever known.

            Mature with me;
understand life for what life is,
we cannot control it's terms;
      we cannot always be there.
Spend time with yourself instead of worrying about others for a change. Reevaluate yourself as honest as can be. Get to know who you really are.
Accept that person,
    cherish that person,
        never let them go.

Consider the times where you thought you'd never see tomorrow but still woke up the next morning and things got better as time killed everything with age.
Find comfort in the present, live for the moment, and don't be afraid to fall in love..

         It's what kids do.
I wrote this for the most beautiful girl.
I cannot,
Soar through the air,
And fly freely,
Across the thermal,
Winds.

My outstretched hands
Cannot delve into,
The rain clouds,
And disperse,
The ever growing,
Fractals of grey.

Water droplets,
Causing my skin,
To concave.
Leaving me limp,
Exceedingly fragile.
My bones,
Crumbling under,
The pressure.

It's as if,
I am your paper plane,
Left lying,
In the murky,
Puddle water.

*Daunghting realms,
Of forgetful delight,
Causing me,
Too all but,
disintegrate.
 Apr 2014 Lauren Marie
amrutha
The tears are yours,
the pain is mine
The wounds are yours,
the blood which runs out?
Mine.
The fears are yours,
the trials are mine
The problem is yours,
Just who the hell am I?
 Jan 2014 Lauren Marie
Dianna
Do I just wait it out, patiently
This feeling as it devours me whole,slowly
That comes and go, like the wind
That overcrowd my eyes with salty water ,
leaving me to believe...
That there's no escaping,
and no way to relieve,
this wound festering and gaping,
The agony and dolor that haunts me
I beg to differ and try to look at the positive side of things
like the memories and remains,
I endeavor solace
Finding and picking up these pieces I yearn  
From them I learn
and to my surprise,
in someway,somehow,
now ,
among the many questions that waits for  answers
along with the never ending curiosity and efforts,
I smile,
with the hope I hold and belief
Knowing someday and somewhere,
there,
even if it does take a while
I'll find some relief
That little by little I will feel,
not the emptiness, or some never lasting thrill,
but the feeling of bliss,
something that i've longed for
and miss
 Dec 2013 Lauren Marie
GaryFairy
this city never sleeps
this city never cries
secret's that it keeps
beyond smoggy skies

car alarms
gun shots
people screaming
parking lots

this city doesn't feel
this city's not afraid
these scars never heal
these sounds never fade

jackhammer
news stand
police sirens
news van

this city never sleeps
this city never cries
you can hear it on streets
you can see it in their eyes
 Dec 2013 Lauren Marie
Jaz
Depression walked into my bedroom tonight.
He shoved me all the problems,
Piled them up high, even past the sky.
Then He tipped over the weights and it came crashing

                                                       ­                                         Down
        
          ­                                                                 ­           Down

                                                ­                                                
                ­                                                                 ­            Down.

Crushing
My every being.

Anxiety walked into my bedroom tonight.
He stole my breath and suppressed my lungs,
Gripped my throat so tight that my soul left my body
And scooted away, flying back home with Depression.

Loneliness walked into my bedroom tonight.
Revealed once again the rejections and isolation,
The pressure to fit in and
The reminders that I can't do anything properly.
The times I was ignored, the times I was shamed,
The times the whole world walked out on me
(Though they never came in).

I thought I would've felt
Alone.
Isolated.
Abandoned.


But thank God for Anxiety and Depression,
At least they stayed with me.
Because at least then, I felt alive.
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