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 Oct 2014 Miguel Muller
AJ
As I lie in bed restlessly
I listen to the tears of the sky
slap against my window.
the melody of the rain's drips and drops
creep into my mind
like an old favorite love song.
I recognize the familiar cry of
despair and betrayal.
the once beautiful blue sky
is overshadowed by the heavy clouds
that refuse to let the radiance of the sun
brightly shine through.

 I listen to the tears of the sky
slap against my window
the cries never seem to cease and
the cold darkness never disappears.
usually there is a rainbow after the rain
but this storm erases any trace of hope
that its beauty will surface

I listen to the tear of the sky
forcefully punch my window.
startled, I jump and look out
the glassed frame.
through the darkness I find a slight
twinkle of light and
without second thought
I jump out of bed and run outside.

 as I feel the tears of the sky
slap against my skin
I understand the sadness that is
emitting from the sky
and I embrace it.
the tears strike me like a belt
against a body, stinging.
it is then I share the pain
and feel the emotions of the sky.
It may be black and battered on the surface
but its soul is blue and bright.
I know in my heart that the pain will pass
and the tears from the sky will stop falling.
it may not be tomorrow
or the next day but there is hope.
I saw it in the twinkle of light that
clawed its way through the darkness.

A smile forms and I dance in the storm.
 Sep 2014 Miguel Muller
AJ
lost
 Sep 2014 Miguel Muller
AJ
I find meaning and purpose
within myself
But lately I havent even been myself
 Sep 2014 Miguel Muller
AJ
im trying to find my wings
do you have them?
i remember lending them to that beautiful girl
her throat burned so badly she couldn't speak up
did she ever give them back?
or did i last give them to that brilliant guy that
used his skin as a carving board?


did my wings finally break?
im so used to helping others yet im struggling to even help myself right now
 Sep 2014 Miguel Muller
aphrodite
You find yourself so bored out of your mind,
that it becomes amusing to drive others out of theirs

Good girls will leave their heart at your doorstep
and days later, you'll have the pieces scattered around your bedroom

Your old drug of choice just doesn't seem to cut it any more,
but manipulation has never felt more addicting.

Make them say your name, make them tell you they love you
Keep that memory alive when you stop returning their calls
and when your words have cut deep enough, don't flinch when you see your mother cry for the first time
and don't think twice when you know that you're the reason why

Where did your feelings go?
You see how red your anger can be,
but do you remember what shade remorse is?

You prey on the people that love you most and run them dry
You feed off of their hope that maybe you'll change.
But you don't entertain the thought of love anymore
and you'll never see that people are not just another notch in your belt.
Heard something that provoked this thought.
What do you think?
**
 Sep 2014 Miguel Muller
AJ
I love you
You probably think im full of ****
But I do, I love you
I may not know your name
or your struggle
I may not know where you've been
or where you are going but just know
I love you
I'm not talking about basic love
I love you in the purest sense of the word
I don't love what you can do for me but for who you are
I love the depths of you that can't be seen
I love your quirks that you think are too weird for "normal" human interaction
I love the way that your heart makes a beat that is the rythm to your life
Pure beauty

I want you to listen to it
do you hear it?
Now dance.
Dance to its beat,
it is unique and it is yours.
Made for you, by you
Dance until people call you insane
Dance because you are color
In a black and white world

Let's dance together.
I'll dance to my beat and you to yours
We will dance in perfect tandem
while the rest of the world is deaf to our music.
Some people don't understand how I love others so easily. I'm blind to how they can't.
Sacred words
Never meant for mortal eyes
Rest unspoken
Between mother and unborn son.
Felt but never heard
They wrap him
In a blanket of nurturing warmth
As he blossoms with divine guidance.
Beautiful
Perfect
Loved above all else
An angel is born.
And those sacred words
Hang glittering in the air
As he opens his eyes to the world.
With love to my beautiful son.  You are my world.
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