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 Feb 2014 mary
Maman Screams
I'm sinking deeper in between
Falling into spaces within
My heart's beating
Filling in vessels
That was left abandon during the fractions
My mind's leaking
Pleasant sweet memories
You've left embedded
When you created stars while I was dreaming
Each time when you forsake me
Disappearing swiftly
Into the nights leaving only rememberings
My heart is searching
For every time
When the night skies reigns
Only the moon and the stars
Can they explain

THE MOON

You are my moon
And I am the night
Showering you love always
While you light up my sight
Your silent sacrifices always goes
Unheard
Selfishly enduring rays from the morning light
Burns
For I'll understand
When night falls and you leave me
Dancing alone with the stars
I'm thinking

THE STARS

You are my stars
Drawn so perfectly in my sky
You twinkled and danced to the firelight
Reminding me throughout
My night
Why should I still reign
When my moon is nowhere out of sight
For the moon needs her space
To heal from the morning light rays
Soon she will resurface
Promising a smile on her face
I'm missing

For your stars is still here
Dearly my heart hold on to your memories
For I will patiently wait for the moon
You should know that you're worthy
So come what may
Even the morning light rays
I'll still hold on to my words
Even if I'm left here to hurt

@2014 Maman Screams
 Feb 2014 mary
Karina
Sometimes I wonder
why the bird ***** its wings
fighting a never ending battle against gravity
holding onto the ledge.

Sometimes I question
the decisions of fools
a mistake made without rhyme or reason
a required tool to stand strong.

Sometimes I listen
to the ****** and the cruel
beaten and battered to death by hatred
a submissive fool rising from the ashes.

Sometimes I lose control
when the axe is closing in on my neck
babbling for attention from the worst people
forgotten, left for dead on the battle field.

Sometimes I forget
everything vital in my mind
moaning and groaning of long dead issues
valuing all but myself.

Sometimes I don't understand
why the innocent must die
his past mistakes becoming his life
everyone is innocent inside.

Sometimes I wonder
why the bird ***** it's wings
winning the never ending battle against gravity
becoming everyone's ledge.
 Feb 2014 mary
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 Feb 2014 mary
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Hello I'm new it's nice to see you.

I've been feeling a little blue so I've come to meet you.

I hear you are all so happy how is this so?

Where I come from the sadness fills you up and continues to grow leaving much room for lust and distrust.

The more I come the less I go.

I think it's time I must be heading back home.

But before I go listen so, happiness is a treasure and one you should respect with grace forever.  

Some take it for granted but once you go without you'll know just what I'm talking about.

So sing with cheer and love with meaning and be sincere for all has meaning.

— The End —