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 May 2017 Laura Slaathaug
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I see your face in the moonlit sky
I can’t believe it but oh I try
To imagine a world where time stays at a standstill
You lean in closer but I move back
You can’t decipher my mind tonight
But darling if only you knew
Everything’s falling apart

You say you love me but I don’t see it
I’m hard to love and I know you believe it
Why waste your time when you know
Time will tear us apart, well
maybe thats love?
maybe thats love.
a song,actually
I ran through enchanted forest,
when i was brazenly young,
with my cold fast feet,
barely touching the ground.

The sun was playing childish games,
making various patterns through the leaves,
the wind was chanting forgotten songs
through souls of tall willow trees.

I was captured by this beauty,
by the solitude in which i roamed,
where ever i went away from this place,
i knew the road will bring me back home.
I am a friend of yours
if tears need to be dried
you need hugs or a ride
when you feel alone
and you need to be home
every time you want to smile
want to walk someone a mile
if you need a diary
or simply wants to be happy
every time you need support
and when you need comfort
whenever you need someone
I'll do my best to be that one
just tell me
because I am your friend
and I will always be your friend

oh, talking to myself again
am I thinking out loud?
pardon.
 May 2017 Laura Slaathaug
Kevin
there once was a boy
that was stung by a bee
and cried until the throbbing ceased

there once was a boy
that stole a resting robins egg
from mothers nest within his fort

there once was a boy
that trekked through the forest
and wandered into woven webs

there once was a boy
that had blueberry fingers
and tastes for wild things

there once was a boy
but a boy but once
and these things remained with him

there is a boy within this man
filled with questions about this life
and they argue everyday
Sometimes in life
We feel so blue,
But someone, somewhere
is not as happy as U.

Somewhere far
At the border
When a soldier sleeps,
Missing his loved ones
He silently weeps.

Somewhere a mother
Painfully sighs,
Coz
Her new born baby
Didnt open her eyes.

Somewhere a poor dad
Silently cries,
When he sees his son
Begging for a bowl of rice.

Somewhere
In an orphanage
A little girl's sad,
When she misses her
mom n dad.

So at times ...
A reason to smile
U may not have any,
Say to urself that ...
U're happier than many.

Coz

Life is beautiful and.
Its not always blue
And someone, somewhere
Is not as happy as U...

So Lets love life...!
you always say her name
i can still hear it,
every syllable,
even when i sleep.

ricocheting incessantly
inside my hollowed brain,
as if it was my own
to remember.

until i wished for it to end
and to my surprise, it did.

but even then,
i never heard you utter my name
in replacement of hers.
instead, i stopped hearing
from you completely.
you. don't. get. to.
choose {really}
it's-just -some-melt;
you don't
ex _  pect
the ~ way ~ her ~lips
>move
anytime; she says your
name°
[just a hint of a lisp]
\ she leaves you \
@stalled:..........
& there   ^you    ^are
     sm i *ling
Dani
 May 2017 Laura Slaathaug
Star BG
As I taking a step inside my journey
it reveals within conscious breath
a smorgasbord of possibilities.

Food-like dreams surface to digest
in heart, in mind in self to dance.

Aromas fill moment,
as heartbeat takes center stage,
as sparks of excitement catapult me
into new roads of reality.

Words like can’t, fear, separation no longer fit,
as my 3rd eye view intensifies to create a new life.

No GPS is needed just positive thoughts
and the breath that aligns with heart
is enough to shift me into harmony.

Come along and become the architects of this New Earth,
where a feast of love, is present every day.

Come to create the life you have always dreamed.
Choices are unlimited.

StarBG © 2017
Inspired by Archangel Michael
Stop killing your daughter,
In the name of honor killing,
Honor,
Which you never feel for her,
So how could she shatter,
That which you never possess!

By: Nida Mahmoed.
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