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fall in love with a boy
who makes the world spin a little slower,
but still holds onto your hands
as if life were his final dance
Mariana in the Moated Grange

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

With blackest moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!"

Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven,
Either at morn or eventide.
After the flitting of the bats,
When thickest dark did trance the sky,
She drew her casement-curtain by,
And glanced athwart the glooming flats.
  She only said, "The night is dreary,
  He cometh not," she said;
  She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
  I would that I were dead!"

Upon the middle of the night,
Waking she heard the night-fowl crow:
The **** sung out an hour ere light:
From the dark fen the oxen's low
Came to her: without hope of change,
In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn,
Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn
About the lonely moated grange.
  She only said, "The day is dreary,
  He cometh not," she said;
  She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
  I would that I were dead!"

About a stone-cast from the wall
A sluice with blacken'd waters slept,
And o'er it many, round and small,
The cluster'd marish-mosses crept.
Hard by a poplar shook alway,
All silver-green with gnarled bark:
For leagues no other tree did mark
The level waste, the rounding gray.
  She only said, "My life is dreary,
  He cometh not," she said;
  She said "I am aweary, aweary
  I would that I were dead!"

And ever when the moon was low,
And the shrill winds were up and away,
In the white curtain, to and fro,
She saw the gusty shadow sway.
But when the moon was very low
And wild winds bound within their cell,
The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.
  She only said, "The night is dreary,
  He cometh not," she said;
  She said "I am aweary, aweary,
  I would that I were dead!"

All day within the dreamy house,
The doors upon their hinges creak'd;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,
Or from the crevice peer'd about.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors
Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
  She only said, "My life is dreary,
  He cometh not," she said;
  She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
  I would that I were dead!"

The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,
The slow clock ticking, and the sound
Which to the wooing wind aloof
The poplar made, did all confound
Her sense; but most she loathed the hour
When the thick-moted sunbeam lay
Athwart the chambers, and the day
Was sloping toward his western bower.
  Then said she, "I am very dreary,
  He will not come," she said;
  She wept, "I am aweary, aweary,
  Oh God, that I were dead!"
 Sep 2015 Lynn Legend
Let me.
 Sep 2015 Lynn Legend
I want to take her pain away,
First with my heart,
and then my hands,
and tongue
 Sep 2015 Lynn Legend
My heart beats
So my heart will speak
My heart knows
So my heart will choose

My heart gives
Then my heart will beg
My heart loves
Then my heart will hate

My heart breaks
But my heart will heal
My heart dies
But my heart will live...

 Sep 2015 Lynn Legend
Rumi Arie
She stood still before the choas; unshaken.
The wind blew its mighty breath against Her core but to no avail; unmoved.
Her coffee'd skin warm like the sun that kisses the Earth's horizon.
Something within Her had risen without warning nor permission:
She was a Goddess, in Her own right.

Brown. The soft tone of the Earth.
Golden hue painted widely across the canvas of Her *****.
Her skin like caramelized silk, with the sunglow of Egypt itself.

She pressed Her face to the Earth's floor and moved mountains with Her prayers.
Queen of the meek, ambassador of the poor.
She was the perfect amalgam of beauty and brokenness.
~The Goddess of Humility.
 Sep 2015 Lynn Legend
Rumi Arie
Dagger buried in the depths of my heart,
pain seeping out of every crease causing of an eruption of tears.
Consistent manipulation into giving up my hopes,
A conning of my inner treasure.
Mend the broken pieces of my emotions,
the scattering of my feelings,
shredded apart because of a stolen hope.
A borrowed courage to believe that I could be loved.
The right to know that a heart was destined to belong with mines.
The privilege to smile without reason.
Pinpointing the flaws of my love,
questioning where does it become “too much”?
Torn apart from the inside,
a decaying courage to try,
denying myself of the experience to fall,
pain accumulating with every ignored cry,
every plead pushed to the side.
A vacant space now occupies the nucleus of my emotions.
They withered away with every disappointment and tear.
So everything within me dies,
(Oh, how bitter the feeling)
in hopes of a rebirth.
 Sep 2015 Lynn Legend
Rumi Arie
Reflection of flawed imperfection staring back at me pleading to be cherished.
I found truth from within, buried underneath a yearning to be desired,
yet a needing of love from Self.
Crooked smiles were gracefully painted on its canvas; a wrapping of the arms hugging tightly around self; a resting of the hands against the warming heart.
Sensitive to the unfamiliar touch of affection, deprived by others.
It was then when I recognized the sensation.
the interior warmth,
the restoration of courage to feel again.
The intrinsic means to rebirth in spirit.
A dying soul awakening from the cold winds.
A blossoming of the new flower.
A rose striving through a concrete past.
A glistening dandelion once more from a glimpse of the Son.
It was then when I felt love.
It was then when I embraced the Son’s light that shone upon her reflection.
It was then when I found her.
Belle Fleur.
I’ve loved her ever since.
 Sep 2015 Lynn Legend
Rumi Arie
Live and never forget. Forgive, and never regret.
We all have loved, and love is all we have.
Never forget, never regret.
Yes, it happened. Now what?
Wanted love to bring peace
Not only because I needed a kiss
I wanted love to answer my question
I wanted love for some inspiration
I wanted love to bring me contentment
I wanted love to come by with forever
I wanted love,at least the statement
I wanted love more than to be clever
I wanted love because I needed care
I wanted love for a little mystery
I wanted love because I needed repair
I wanted love to erase my etched history
I wanted love because everyone wanted
I wanted love because I wanted heat
I wanted love because by single I was haunted
I wanted love only until I found it
At this very moment my heart is breaking
It is breaking in two and I can feel it
It feels like a huge weight is on my chest
as if a ton of bricks fell on me
It is hard to breath
It hurts so bad I can't help but cry
I want the breaking to stop
I feel like a part of me is being ripped apart
and there is nothing I can do about it
I feel like part of me is gone and I can't get it back
Crying makes the pain worse
with every tear that falls
Another part of my heart breaks
Every breath I take
makes the aching hurt so much more
When the tears have stopped
a numbness falls over me making me very tired
With each breath I take my chest burns
like an open wound left untreated
I fall asleep and dream of memories
that make me smile so big
Then I wake up
I realize it was only a dream
I cry as my heart breaks all over again
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: June. 21, 2013 Friday 8:23 PM
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