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 Jun 2015 Mercurychyld
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Love
 Jun 2015 Mercurychyld
Unknown
Ah, love.
The
most explicit
method
of
self-harm
I wish
To sleep in your arms every night
I wish
To hold you close,so tight
I wish
To love you for eternity
I wish
You love me too in reality
I wish
You are the perfect one I believe
I wish
The castle I am building will survive
I wish
Together we create a world of possibilities
I wish
You make me believe in my abilities
I wish
I can make you happy, as you make me
I wish
We grow and grow together like a tree
I wish
To be the one you want to be with
I wish
This is not something of a myth
I wish
My wishes gets fullfilled
I wish
I can only wish....
Shared with him and he didn't like it....hope someone likes it....
Broken thing, little bird
Still your wings and heed my word
There's always time to fly again
So take a rest my weary friend.

Feel the wind rush through the leaves
Sway gently on the summer breeze
Slow your breath and end your song
My little bird, the day is long.

Oh, baby bird, my little crow
I love you more than you could know
Sleep sweetly, softly, precious one
The night has come, the day is done.
~~~~

I am seventeen already.

With a chameleon where my
heart should be, curled up,
safe and sound as I look for
something to punctuate
the expansion of my universe
of a being with. My mother,
she taps at windows in the
dark between my temples
and God says 'let there be
light', only to prove and
disprove, prove and
disprove, prove and
disprove his/her
existence over and
over again. And I,
mindful, soulless,
wait on the comfort
of volcanoes to be seen,
to be heard, to be felt."


*Simrik
To better understand, see this as a response to:

"my life is just a draft for now (for Simrik)"

~~~


are you seventeen yet?

have the berries and the shells
stained impossibly
your youthful heart permanent,
have you matured and learned
to end sentences
in question marks?

surely certainty and
alack, its absence,
haunts
all your waking poems,
wonder does your mother know
what she has purloined in you
from her withins?

so young, so much love
oil spilling,
do you wonder about
the depth of the field
you are drilling, extracting -
is the soft supple supply
endless?

life so far is but a draft

take copious notes
for the best is yet
and I await patiently
the novella of your
adventures

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1055094/my-life-is-just-a-draft-for-now-for-simrik/

she,
already a poetic superstar,
perhaps needs no introduction,
nonetheless read her nine poems!
with admiration,
signed,
her fan
I have within me,
wrapped around my heart,
certain kind of feelings
which words failed to explain.
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