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 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Jack
I wish love was not
just another
four letter word
 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
jerely
There’s always a light in the dark that you cannot see

There’s always a whisper in the air that you breathe

And there’s always that someone who will care when you’re in need

There’s always that someone



Now tell me you won’t let me cry

So tell me that I am your best

And tell me that we’re perfect for each other

And tell me that I am the reason when you smile



There’s always a light in the dark that you cannot see

There’s always a whisper in the air that you breathe

And there’s always that someone who will care when you’re in need

There’s always that someone
A song that i just written today
It took me minutes to make it.

April 15, 2014
© jerelii
Twinkle twinkle big bright moon,
You’re turning red like a **** of a baboon.
Or maybe it’s the blood of the man on you,
His fishing hook stabbed him right through.
Twinkle twinkle big bright moon,
This red looks really good on you.
This is just a little Grim Brother style rhyme I came up with while observing the blood moon lunar eclipse with one of my kid sisters tonight.
Lydia was glad
to be out
of the flat
her big sister

was rowing
with her mother
her father sleeping off
the night before

her brother Hem
teasing her
beyond tolerance
she crossed

the Square
going by the milkman
and his horse
drawn cart

the horse
with its feeding bag
over its nose
the morning sun weak

but coming
through above
she walked up
and through

heading towards the top
to go to the shops
for her mother
with the scribbled

list of wares
and a handful of coins
she crossed
Rockingham Street

and along by the shops
I was behind her
going to the same shops
(my mother's list

neatly scribed
in my hand)
Lydia seemed
in deep thought

her head down
I tried to catch up
but she was going
too fast

like a gazelle
but once she stopped
by a shop window
I said

you're up early?
she looked
back at me
Mum wanted me

to get these
she said
showing me
the list

plus the flat
is in turmoil
what with my big sister
rowing and Hem

teasing me
I showed her
my list
how about going

to Jail Park after?
I said
see who can swing
highest?

she looked uncertain
if I'm allowed
she said
or maybe

get a bus
to Westminster Bridge
and see
the Houses of Parliament?

I suggested
haven’t got
the fare money
she said

I’ll get some
I said
my old man
is always ok

for a few coins
she nodded
I'll try
she said

we walked to the shops
we needed
and bought the items
on our lists

and I treated her
to a penny drink
at Penny Shop
and as we stood outside

the morning sun
got warmer
and bright
and she said

she would come to Westminster
if she could
or if her mother
said she might.
BOY AND GIRL IN LONDON IN 1950S.
 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Jake
I've never been overly fond of these.
Mainly because most of my peers annoy the **** out of me.
You made every one I went to special though.
Even when I was tired and slow (**** that ****)
I don't know how I'll take this one alone.
Hell maybe if I had ***** I'd ask and you still go.
Wishful thinking.
 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Jake
It seems we're doing what we set out to.
Discovering what the back of our minds hold and who we are.
And I'm finally free from the chains I locked myself in happiness begins to show in my eyes if you look closely.
And I like to think you're happy too.
That doesn't change the love I feel only for you.
And I would like to see if you could still Love me, but not need me.
Because needing a person to constantly hold is like handing someone a weight they can't lift.
I'm sorry I made you hold that.
Things that need to be said.
 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Momo
Your blood-stained hands grasp her neck
As nostalgia sets in while dragging
Her desolate body into the fire
Just to see her smile
Reminiscing
 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Mikaila
I know two people with your face.
One of them loves me
And one of them hates me.
I fear you
Because I never know which face
I will greet at your door.
 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Theia Gwen
I found heaven on earth
In my room last night
All it took was one touch
And I felt myself take flight
And in my solitude  
I don't need anyone else
You may call it sin,
I call it falling in love with myself
Of course my 100th poem on here had to be about *******. I checked the guidelines before writing this and I hope this doesn't count as obscene although I don't see how it would since ******* is normal and perfectly natural.
 Apr 2014 Mary R Short
Mikaila
Don't give me everything I need and then take it away.
That's God's job, and he is only allowed to continue doing it
Because I can't escape him.
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