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Of
Green
Was how I
Felt as I watched
50 Shades with Chinese
Subtitles and thinking that
This is the “Least ****** Movie”

I have seen

Sultry looks but no hearts beating
Faster, or “Here to Eternity”
Moment, just moving
Wallpaper, a waste
Methinks of my
St. Patrick's
Day .
mis à sécher
votre soutien-gorge mouchetée
utilisé comme un hamac par un rouge-gorge
*
hung out to dry
your speckled bra
used as a hammock by a robin
i searched for what i craved the most;
i thought i'd had it before lost.
i tried the sea, i searched the earth
i looked elsewhere no bliss just curse.

I looked under pillows, and deep in the sands
i dived deep into waters of unfulfilled plans;
i wondered round woods though dense, scary nights
i searched for what i could't find in his eyes.

"love" all i was craving.
it was all that i needed.
all i waited, i wanted
i prayed for and seeded.
i watered and cared for
cherished, protected.
i cuddled and held
not to break, but to save it.
So many times in this life hope is crushed by
desperation, despair and deceit
On some rare occasions there is a sliver of abundant happiness
It becomes contagious
Spreading from one gentle smile to the next
Through a crowded city street
Exchanged over and over between friends, lovers, coworkers and strangers

I stand in total amazement
As one small gesture
One person's expression of caring becomes a
waterfall of love and jubilation
Washing over all it comes in contact with.

Hope as small as a grain of sand
Can truly build into a mountain
One helping hand
Can carry the weight of this weary world.
Floating thoughts, floating fears,
you avoid the pain and tears,
fuss and fight to be in light
one more you say, it says goodnight
desperate cries to stay ignite
can't face what lurks in darkness might
if not now, the pain last longer,
**this problem lies in eye's beholder
i feel like this is not finished
 Mar 2015 Miranda Renea
Sami
You are a pair of cuffed jeans, a balloon,
Christmas lights in August that make me smile more than the same old December traditionals.
You are the bermuda triangle and endurance.
You are a loose wire in the wall I can't help but touch, exhilarating.   
You are halfway hoodies, broken guitar strings,
a lot of dandelions and sometimes daisies.
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