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 Jul 2013 Mackenzie Vieth
echo
.
absence
makes
the
heart
grow
.
i only hope
you can still find
truth
in the
unfinished phrase
of
you & I
her life
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out of control
she clings tight to whatever happiness she has
her palms sweat from holding on
she begins to slip
her wide eyes glance down
she sees crowds of people watching
no one is ready to catch her

slipping from her happiness
she tumbles away from life
she comes to the end of her fall
as she hits the stone floor
she takes one last look at her life

pain
misery
thats all she sees
blackness overcomes her
then comes a white light
she begins to float softly into the white oblivion

she made it out
she is free
happiness stretches
as far the eye can see
 Jul 2013 Mackenzie Vieth
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fingertips
pulsating against my spine
you could see inside of me
into my mind
                               i swear
and i don't know how
but from the second we spoke
you knew me
and i knew you
and i fooled myself into thinking
that this was love
          the most debauched and broken kind that there is
hearts and souls
broken far beyond repair
and my mind
had been twisted
into something unruly
something that is convinced
it is no way worthy
of true love
only hatred and pain
and i was convinced that this was true
until now
until i found happiness
in you leaving
and discovered a new way
to live in harmony with nature
and all of her ways
to love oneself
before loving another
to smile at the way
the wind blows
and the trees whisper
and allow the moon
the stars
the sun and the plants
to lighten my way
Tonight, I saw a couple,
sitting  on the bus.  

They were holding hands
and looking at each other
in that way
that couples do.  

Looking at them...

you could just tell.

Afterwards, I saw
another couple on the train.

She sat sideways next to him,
her legs over his.  
They talked in low voices,
stealing little kisses from each other
during the pauses
in their whispers.

Looking at them...

you could just tell.

And I wonder
when you sit next to me,
your hand entwined in mine,
drinking your tea
and looking out the window

if someone were to
see MY face in that moment...

could they just tell?
Playing in the dark,
a dance with shadows.
All of the sounds lurk
from objects no one knows.
Closing both your eyes,
dreams long overdue.
Eyes shut, the mind spies
a world of virtue.
The emotions held
secret from the light,
no longer compelled
to be kept from sight.
The darkness ensures
no tension strikes.
Relaxing pleasures
of unconscious spikes.
A night that can mark
the fantasy shows.
Playing in the dark,
a dance with shadows.

— The End —