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There is a moment between the cusp of darkness, and the rise of the morning sun
Magic
As the colors of a new day creep forth
The fire crackles as the hot embers burn
Emitting enough heat that I am not cold as I sit here
Soon you return to me
The bench shifts under our weight
You don't say anything for a moment
Allowing the silence take us forward into a new day
We watch the sun slowly creeping
Turning to me, the orange-red of the fire catching the whites of your eyes, bathing them with the soft glow.
I catch you smile and I can't help but laugh
A strange thing us sharing this moment
I am sure you think it's strange too
"Quite beautiful", you say with absolute precision
I tell myself not to read into it
Looking at you, it's hard to not see the attraction
Your features are very warm, your eyes scrunch up like mine when you smile
I think you must know that you're handsome
How could you not?
The sky is a brilliant red now
Glowing off the backdrop of darkness.
The fire seems pointless now, since the sky has burst into flames
Maybe it too looks up in awe and wonder
Welcoming the light of a new day

Your hand finds it's way to rest a top mine,
The instant contact startles me
I feel myself blushing
Your eyes are filled with fire now
A deep burning that I couldn't see before
We sit there silently in the moment
As the morning comes alive.
ten minutes of pleasure
nine months of pain
three days in the hospital
a baby without a name
the baby is a *******
the mother is a *****
this would have never happened if the rubber hadn't tore
---
As the hour predates on the minute
I know
I just know
That I just can’t turn back
The things that I have done
But I got no regrets
I smile and laugh and play
I pretend this is all a game
sometimes I can fool myself
just as I have you
but I know there is a price
to pay
Life contracts and death is expected,
As in a season of autumn.
The soldier falls.

He does not become a three-days personage,
Imposing his separation,
Calling for pomp.

Death is absolute and without memorial,
As in a season of autumn,
When the wind stops,

When the wind stops and, over the heavens,
The clouds go, nevertheless,
In their direction.
I thought that there are just two sides
But initially I m realizing there are so many
My way of looking at things was so fair
But now i realize it doesn't even glare
I just found out its soo dark here
That not even a single window flare
Its so difficult cause it is so different
How can one situation have so many conditions
Where no logic lies and confusion lingers
At times there are so many questions with no answers
And now its one question and so many answers
Which way is right which way to choose
I thought it was my mind and heart which are always on war
But suddenly i get it its not between them but its with them
Due to which my soul wish to loose!

--A.A.
I am surrounded by so many people,
all of these friends that love me
and i can't help but wonder how did i get here?
How did i find this?
I had no one and i felt like nothing.
I wanted so badly for someone just to touch me.
Place a hand on my shoulder, hug me.
Any kind of human contact.
I was dying with out it.
Sinking into a black hole in the earth.
And here it is.
Here is love.

Here are arms embracing me.
I found a place to call home and it not a house
but in the hearts of people with spirits so beautiful
that they don't even seem real.
Is this real?
Sometimes i think i made it up, made them up.
That really there is no love.
How can it be real?
It doesn't make sense that once i felt so dead and empty,
a ghost floating around the earth.
Just an empty shell with broken bits of a girl inside.
And now to feel so alive and vibrant and here,
and solidly placed with my feet on the ground.

I sometimes don't even recognize the sound
of laughter coming from my own lips
or the unfamiliar feeling of smiling to much.
Is this me? Is this happening?
How can I be that same dead girl
that was so invisible and missing so much?
Yet none of those missing parts seem to matter much anymore.
Maybe it will always surprise me
that people are even capable of loving me
or that I am even capable of loving them in return.
Surprising that i can even open myself up to those arms of people.

Surprising that i'm even still here, alive everyday to feel this.
i once heard someone say

that your light can attract moths

your warmth can attract parasites

maybe it's better to burn out the light

and switch off the heat;

not everyone is who they seem to be.
Have you ever climbed up high,
Just to see if you could touch the moon?
Have you ever sung like no one was listening,
Even though you were out of tune?
Have you ever called out into the darkness,
Just to see if anyone would reply?
Have you ever snuck out of your house at night,
Just to see the starry sky?
Have you ever walked into the sea,
Just to see if it felt as good as it looked?
Have you ever had a romance,
Just to see if you could make it like in the books?
Have you ever done something outrageous,
Just to see who would stare?
Have you ever really looked at the world,
Just to see what was out there?
Have you ever done something crazy,
Just to see yourself do something new?
Have you ever-
*“No, I haven’t. But I think I could with you.”
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Somewhere new, paradise
I find myself, a longinly
Awaited moment. Your face
Has its strength
In your gentle touch is passion
Which encompasses me, that
I cannot contain, because
It's all around me.

I do not know what is is
About you that ebbs and flows
Only that something in me understand the tides,
The love in your voice pull me in,
Then wisks me away to the horizon
The touch as faint
As a breeze, yet as strong as 
The tides pulling sand beneath my feet
Lingering like the aroma of coastal air
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