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 Jun 2016 Mirlotta
Poetic T
There is a man who's last breath was exhumed from him,
his eyes are still open like a flickering picture losing focus.
It goes from colour to black and white.

Sound muffled to oblivion and then the picture goes to black
only a pin ***** of light then darkness. He lays there motionless
Yet this voice is his epilogue he last moment voices out.

All that lingered was this voice of what was and now passing.
The warmth now being expelled from his form, like air from a
pieced balloon till there was nothing but numbness and silence.

But then this voice of passing began to fracture, words disconcerted
lingering between moments. Voices of a fleeting moment realizing
it was the voice of he who lay cold and faded into nullity saying

*"Why me "Wh.........,
 Jun 2016 Mirlotta
nivek
this endeavour is obsolete
this line contemporary

this a prediction
and finally a memory

of complete nonsense
riding history
 May 2016 Mirlotta
Madeline Rook
Don’t read the comments my dear
They will tear your beautiful opinions down
Out of fear
Fear that you are smarter than them
That your liberal position conflicts their conservative view
The dominant view is changing
And they’re going to take it out on you
Don’t read the comments my dear
They will tear you down
Say you are wrong
That your opinions don’t belong
And if you read them long enough you’ll believe the comments
Don’t read the comments my dear
They do not deserve to tear down all your hard work
For a petty fight
Fought because they are losing their own
Against themselves
Stand for something
Don’t read what the comments say
Don’t fall for them because you are entitled to what you believe
Your opinions belong and they matter
Debate what you believe to be right
Don’t read the comments my dear
But don’t fear being wrong
Because as perfect as we think we are
We are not
We are all flawed and sometimes we are wrong
But don’t let the comments discourage you
Admit you are wrong and move on
Learn and live
Stand for something and don’t fall for anything
Don’t read the comments my dear
But don’t fear being wrong
Ghostly.
They just disappear,
Never stay to hear.
We stand beneath,
Wishes to be cleared.
Eyes closed,
Speaking heart.
They are royal scars
that our sky bears
and nothing else.
I figured out last night
that those stars don't hear.
They were deaf
but fortunately the god did
and I'm jolly over the sky....
 May 2016 Mirlotta
Just Me
It's soft and gloomy today.

With a slight breeze and painted clouds.

The sun peeks through and kisses the flowers.

I can sit and stare from my window for hours.

I'll wait for a mist that flirts with the earth.

I'll watch and I'll wait.

It's the perfect day to put my thoughts to hopes.

It's so perfect that I wait for our the dirt to soak.

Yes it's perfect, but I still want more.

I would love to smell the rain and pavement while the sky pours.

It's a few steps above the perfect day today.

It's hope for a day that's more, much more than today.

And so I'll watch and I'll wait.

And I'll watch and wait.
Just shows, that we always want more.
Even on a beautiful day. I started out writing this poem thinking it was a perfect day, but soon realized that I wanted rain.
 May 2016 Mirlotta
ms
cold hands
 May 2016 Mirlotta
ms
my fingers are always icy,
cold hands
always a purple or red color,
cold hands
my fingers never interlocking with his,
cold hands
But you with your bright eyes and kind smile,
you're all mine
The way you look at me left me with,
warm hands and flushed cheeks
all
of the night sky
glares

at you --
& the moonlight
comes down

onto that feathery
pale warmth.
The color

it enters
& smacks me whole
this to be my undoing?

My meager talk,
unknown
to time
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