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Michelle S Jan 2013
I've painted a sky just for you
With fractals of stars
Inspired by infinite growth
And increasing familiarity
That began under a star filled
Night that brought us love.
Michelle S Jan 2013
Everybody knows something is there.
In your eyes behind hands approaching your face.
Take a drag, watch the glow and drift of ash.
But we're from a silenced society.
Speaking is weak and leads to your downfall.
Better hope the best things in your life
don't waste away,
Just like you flick away the wasted half a smoke.
Both the **** of an ironically cruel joke.
All because we've been taught through repetition to keep certain things to ourselves.
Michelle S Jan 2013
lately, much more and
I feel ill again
Not a cold
Or a flu not
Physical sickness
More darkness
Than anything
I don't like to fight it
Rather control it but
Control is half the problem.
I know it's wrong
that I'm healthy
By measurable
Medical standards
But I want to be less.

I'd rather not pass
Sustenance unwanted
through lips that resist
When the result loads
Loathing and disgust.
So cut back little by
Little, still isn't enough,
still too much...
Maybe I'll just go
Run another mile.
Michelle S Jan 2013
Entwine your hand with mine.
We'll take this world on.
Michelle S Jan 2013
You know those houses built over cliffs? Top halves built on stable ground, then wrapped over the edge to hang over oblivion- held up by the thickest, strongest, most trustworthy beams for an undoubtable support?

Replace the house with the "weight of the world," fill it with "emotional baggage," and nickname the whole thing as "the one who always gets away." Last but not least, those beams that hold it all together, that act as the anchor between the world and demolition? Make those dowel rods that we'll call faith, held together with what might be masking tape. They tremble with what we'll point out as fear.

This picture haunts my dreams, and I'm sure that it shows sometimes, but what I can see if I inspect real close is a strengthening faith. The broad  support of your love is being nailed in beside my growing faith, the nails are of trust replacing the worn through bits of tape and giving fear no place. Everyday it builds stronger.

I'm replacing misconceptions with what I know as truth, I'm not the one who always gets away, I've always been pushed or thrown away, and all I've got as my foundation now is hope that the same won't happen again. While strength is building with more faith every day in new beginnings, in you, truth is cleaning house. Useless baggage thrown out, and a remodel to bring life back to what was dilapidated. How ironic and beautiful that the more strength is built up, the lighter I'm becoming.
Michelle S Jan 2013
Six months ago I sat on
your roof, staring at stars
and tying together heart
Strings that have been
played by other hands,
That have played out
different songs-

But our hearts seem to
Play this song that strikes
as familiar, one you think-
Maybe I've heard this
Years before, but
It's different. More...
In tune and beautiful,
Sure the melody may have
been dropped, or some
Notes met with discord,
but when has anything
ever been perfect without
A couple rewrites and a
Practice of learning what
Should be and how?

Six months ago I felt a
Love for this new song,
It caught in my mind,
Brought skips to a heart
That usually keeps the beat
And now I've got this equal
Love for the music as I do
for the one beside me,
Writing it with me.
This is a work in progress,
Feels like it's missing something-
if you think you can help me find it
Feedback is appreciated!
February 3, 2013
Michelle S Jan 2013
I can't bring myself
or Even make myself
Want to love a God who
Is cruel enough to let
Hearts ache as they do
To let people suffer on
And not know the meaning
Of anything put before them.
A deity that does not concern itself with its creation can't be my God.
I won't let it drag me down.
Not sure when I wrote this... found it and it brought back some heartache- things have changed, but this still strikes me with memories.
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