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 Jan 2015 MartinaLove
Jennifer G
tell me-
is it hard knowing everything is the same?
because my god you feel like stone
beautiful marble
carrying the appearance of warmth
but in reality
cold and unbending
to change you would mean
I must chisel away your edges
but in softening your sharpness
the beauty would be lost
the elusive warmth would dissipate
and I would be left with the pebbles of what you held inside
 Jan 2015 MartinaLove
Holly
The Boy.
 Jan 2015 MartinaLove
Holly
I knew a boy who liked to draw,
He drew pictures nobody saw,
He was most artistic late at night,
In the bathroom out of sight,
He kept a secret no one knew,
He didn't tell a soul and  his gallery grew,
His drawings were different no paper or pen,
But needed a bandage now and again,
We stood by the river under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars,
He felt embarrassed and looked down at his shoes,
Then i rolled up my sleeves and  said "I draw too".
There was a box of Cheerios today.
All I could think of was you,
Of being so enraptured,
So close.

But now we are miles apart.

You were always so sweet,
So caring and loving.
Your smile lit me up inside
Your kiss had me in a daze.

I saw the other woman,
Guess I can't complain.
But that doesn't make it any less hurtful,
I'll always feel that pain.
The crushing revelation
Of your deceitful flirtation.

We talked about this summer
But now it cannot be,
You have made your choice
And it doesn't involve me.

Why should I still be so taken with you?
You're only a man.
A man with flaws and weaknesses,
Those I always saw.

I saw because you showed me.
I thought you were honest.
Now I question everything.
Was it love? Or just my young naivety
That someone could love me so passionately?

The questions race through my head
Like water in a bath's drain.
I write pages upon pages.

Not seeing you makes it easier
Yet not talking to you hurts,
Hurts deep and no-one can see.

I used to cry I missed you that much
All I yearned for was to feel your touch.

The smell from your jumper has faded.
Faded like our love?
I long for just one sniff,
To remind me of what was.

The Cheerios will be finished,
The milk drained from the bowl,
Like it was that wondrous night
That is now forever destroyed.
 Jan 2015 MartinaLove
ryn
Say It
 Jan 2015 MartinaLove
ryn
Say the words you're afraid to say
You know I want to hear them
Say the promise that we will be in latter day
Say I am the life force that runs through your stem

Say the words you can never bring yourself to say
You know very well that I've been waiting
Say the words that will cause dismay
Say that I'm fueling a fire that's dying

Say the words you can't really say
Fearing the commitment I'd hold you to
Warn me of the rope that threatens to fray
Say that all my wishes will not come true

Say the words you've always wanted to say
Truthfully that there isn't a future
Please... Say the words you mean to say
Just need this knife to go a tad bit deeper
 Jan 2015 MartinaLove
ryn
Interview
 Jan 2015 MartinaLove
ryn
How are you?
I'm alright I guess...

Where do we begin?
Maybe at the start of this mess.

Are you uncomfortable?
I can't say that I'm not.

Is it your past?
Well it's all I've got.

Do you still get nightmares?
Well I used to...

Will you let them show?
Depends on you...

What do you hope to accomplish?
I don't know... Peace of mind?

Would you have done things differently?
Everyone wants the chance to push "rewind".

Care to elaborate?
Let's just say I would've liked to be braver.

What do you mean?
I should've stood up to my father...

Did he abuse your trust?
He did more than just that...

Rob you of your freedom?
Let's see... His belt, cigarettes and also boiling water out of a vat.

Do you wish him ill?
I wished him dead.

"Wished"?
Yeah...in his bed.

Why "wished"?
Because I wanted that then...

For how long?
Since I was ten.

What about now?
(
Maniacal smile) I am now... At peace.

"At peace"?
I have found release.

You have?
Yes... I couldn't resist the urge.

Urge to do what?
To comply with the voice... "
Freedom...lies in the purge..."

You left your father?
Yes but not before...

Go on...*
Not before I slit his throat with a smile on my face as I shut the door...
Inspired a programme I watched on the crime channel.
I arrived at your house this morning, and snuck through the front door.
You father didn't hear and your mother didn't see.
The steep stairs creaked as we followed our quick-moving feet.
In secret nooks that look like your mind, we whispered secrets that could have changed the world;
Your mind is brighter than the dim fluorescent lights.
It makes me feel more human to hear what your heart and mind have agreed upon.
Mostly the world needs more compassion, to allow people to be more than what they're labeled.
You may be a Jew, but you're also a human.
I may be a man, but I'm also a human.
Every human has this in common.
When I saw your room, I lost the fight with my tears.
Your ambition and hope suffered for years.
And so, Anne Frank, I will remember you.
Humans are more than strangers, and freedom is more than living.
I won't take either for granted.
The Anne Frank House was one of the most solemn and moving experiences of my life.
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