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 Mar 2014 Maranda Sturgeon
LF
Its been years since your fingertips
Have lived on my skin.
Months and days since my taste
Has been on your tongue.
It feels like a lifetime since ive woken up
To your smiling face , or fallen asleep to you
Whispering quietly in the dark.

Why does it feel then, like only yesturday that i lost you?
I swear time has slowed to a crawl since that day,
I watched your mom cry as we both said our goodbyes to you, grasping each other ,
Clinging to the only person who loved you as much as I did.

I had packed your things away ,
And as hard as i tried ; the smell of you
And your clothes wouldnt leave our closet .
For a while i masked it as much as possible ,
Till standing breathing you in brought
Me comfort.

I went to visit you today , it bothered me
To see Your life narrowed simply down to
Chiseled cursive in stone reading
"A beloved son and brother " .

It made me want to tell everyone who you were
About the things you did that mattered;
The time i knew you ,
The dash between the dates .


And on the first warm day ; every spring ,ill feel you;  with brand new flowers budding ,
I have peace of mind knowing
There is always a new start , even after the harshest of winters.
 Mar 2014 Maranda Sturgeon
August
I sometimes imagine my hands on your  

                           cool skin.

Hush, love, just let your warmth grow

                                                    from within.

Let your light seep out the corners of your

              almond eyes.

I ache to hear the cacophony of your lovely,

                                 begging sighs.

You make my laugh tumble like inefficient

      lovers dancing.

As you writhe and swirl, my heartstrings are for your

                                                         fingers grasping.
Amara Pendergraft 2014

I sometimes worry if she thinks I'm worthy of her time.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful girl.
A beautiful girl who never cried,
Never whined,
She could only smile.
She smiled and smiled,
But all the while
She inside began to break,
Her heart,
Her soul.
Just another fake smile
To walk the sad sadistic mile called life.
Until she let go.
She sat in silence,
Her ever-longing urge to stop,
Smile still on her face,
Watching,
Waiting,
For her pain to stop.
Then with one last icy chill,She smiled one last time,
Before she said goodbye.
I want to do something crazy
Something no one expects of me
I want to watch their faces as they lose the respect they had for me
I want to smile as I destroy myself, in hopes of bringing you back to me

Every last goodbye kiss we shared
With all the scars we tried to heal
Each of us wondering which one really cared
Which one one understood how the other would feel
Saying whatever comes to mind
Just to keep the mood soft and kind
Neither of us dared to bring up the truth
We only smile and pretend to be happy when really we're just blind

So, please wake me up when this is over
Shake my heart and make me believe I'm safe again
And as I scream and cry you to prove it
Hold me
Hold me and tell me all the lies I need to hear
Please forgive me for the disbelief
But it was you...
You, who was my biggest fear
I am forever amazed at how the world breathes with its oceans and its forests
and how you love with chocolate eyes
that have hurt themselves more times than count
and that harbor such love and dying guilt
and a secret laugh that I am allowed to see, and touch, and hold in my hand and in my heart.
Come one! Come all!
See those who I have deemed freaks.
They are Poets, and Artists, and Writers.
Feast your eyes on those who refuse to take standardized tests!
Be amazed by those who can still us there fingers to do something other than text!
They would starve without me, your ringmaster.
They would drive themselves mad in your world.
Others gave me music
but you gave me my instrument
and I am forever in love.
Because of you I run my fingers across her pearly teeth
and tease from her the only truth I have ever found.
I have written stories on her keys
and I have died a thousand times on her steps
only to be find myself alive.
I can not help but pay homage,
in stripes, and hats, and glasses, and feathers,
all competing
to beat out what I take from Tom
and Bob
and Paul
and Billy
and Stevie
and David
and of course
my Boys
We must live with our mistakes sometimes
and we give them our own name
and let them become our definition
it is no use reminding us of them
we wear them around our necks
Time is
dark blue and star pricked
bruised with purple light
cascading with a roaring sound no one hears because
it is not there
and a million long forgotten cuckoo clocks that have since turned into a black and white movie playing on constant repeat.
I torture sounds from the ivory, begging
pleading for truth in sound,
it is the only truth I have ever known,
My fingers have become fatigued
willow branches in a storm
of thought
and sound
The piano will always know something
I don't
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