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Marie Christine Apr 2014
I wake up
Check my phone
There are no texts/calls/notifications

My sister wakes up
Checks her phone
She has to scroll down to see
All her messages

It is lunch break
I check my phone
There are no texts/calls/notifications

Sometimes my phone
Made for social acceptance
And interaction
Makes me more lonely
And it shows me that I am alone

I go to bed
I check my phone
I am alone
  Apr 2014 Marie Christine
Jonny Angel
The mind is a terrible thing
to waste & I don't
as fluid thoughts of you
drip constantly,
come upon me
like a tidal wave,
they ebb,
then flow again
with you gripping
my melting heart,
not a single moment
is wasted.
Trust me Darling,
it's true.
The universal religion called Love
I am an ardent devotee and
Although I may stumble with words
Gestures of love help me bridge the gap
Surely it’s a feeling which has to be felt
When love resides in your soul
Making it the only hymn running across your mind
Love transcends all limiting boundaries
Opening our mind to new vistas
Traveling through the journey of life
Becomes so easy with the religion of love
A sense of gratitude engulfs me
Shielding me from the prying eyes of hatred
Seek within and spread love all around
Born out of love is our existence
Continue to live and leave a world full of love
For our children look up to us as teachers
And let us teach them the religion of Love

© Amitav
Marie Christine Apr 2014
I wish that
I could see myself
Through your eyes
A reflection they should be
My mirror to your
Soul
But then I think
That I probably
Don't want to know
What you think of someone
Like me
  Apr 2014 Marie Christine
lia
it gets better*
they all say
but it has been
365 days
and everything is still the same
i am still engulfed in my sadness
and i am still
oh so
completely
alone
Marie Christine Apr 2014
4 am is not for the happy
It is not for the fulfilled
It is not for couples sleeping soundly in each others arms
4am is for the lonely, awake in emptiness and the feeling of never being good enough
It is for the desire to be perfect
And to love and be loved in return
4am is for the poets spilling out their blood and thoughts on paper
Giving life to the words they did not have the courage to speak
4am is for the brokenhearted who spill tears that come to no end, a waste
And are wasted on missing someone who doesn't miss them
4am is for those with a smile on their faces but sadness in their eyes and hearts when they are cut their demons bleed out
4am is not for the happy or fulfilled or the couples sleeping soundly in each others arms
4am is for people like me.
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