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Jul 2014 Margaret

unwritten

i.

they say that when you drown,
it's nothing like in the movies;
it's silent.
there's no splashing,
no screaming,
no kicking or crying for help.

just
silence.

and i guess it's true,
for i am drowning --
there is water in my lungs,
pouring into my heart,
filling my veins and escaping from my eyes --
yet i cannot speak.

i am rendered speechless
by you.

ii.

i'm not so sure if it's
the smooth white sand
ingrained in your skin,

or the intricate seashells
that are your daintily painted
fingernails.

maybe it's the pulsing red
of a moon during high tide
that shines through
your scarlet lips,

or maybe
it's the crashing waves
filling the ocean in your eyes.

maybe it's the way you sweep me up
and pull me under,
stealing my breath,
invading my thoughts.

or maybe it's how you
are unpredictable.
you are in alliance with the erratic skies
and fickle moon,
and yet,
no one can control you,
no one can predict your next move.

iii.

i find it fascinatingly beautiful
how easy it is
for you to destroy yourself,
how you hide within raging whirlpools
and tear yourself apart from the inside.

people are afraid of the ocean,
but the ocean is a part of you.
who knows, though?
maybe you're scared of the ocean too.

iv.*

beware the girl with the ocean eyes,
for a heart that is eaten away by the sea
can never be whole again.*

(a.m.)

idk.

#love #hatred #life #girl #eyes #water #you #ocean #waves #beware

Jul 2014 Margaret

isolation

Jul 2014 Margaret

r0b0t

isolation

there's no day
isolation
makes me feel at home
there's
isolation
in my breath
and I can't hear it
because chains are around her
chains are keeping me down.

#isolation

Jul 2014 Margaret

Baby Dancer

Jul 2014 Margaret

Sia Jane

Baby Dancer

She was always a sad girl,
I often think she was born sad,
You know, right from the start,
Right from day one,
Before the world,
&
Its cruelty,
Even made a mark on her purified soul.

Her eyes as wide
&
Lingering as an everlasting look.

It was as though,
Her sorcerer magic bestowed on,
By Kings
&
Queens of a heavenly realm,
Were too much for this world;
Indeed,
That her very first cry,
Signifying life,
Was too much.

She perhaps,
Indeed,
Was too much,
For this world.

© Sia Jane

For original sketch and words see;
https://m.facebook.com/Siajanewords?refsrc=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.google.co.uk%2F&_rdr

Thanks guys ***

Jul 2014 Margaret

Red

Jul 2014 Margaret

Marian

Red

Blossoms of sweet cherry hue
I picked them all for you
My heart of love is beating still
All for you it ever will

*~Marian~

Just A Random Poem I Wrote
In My Notebook Today!!! :) ~~~~~<3
I Hope Y'all Enjoy It!! :) ~~~~~~<3