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upon departure,
we discovered that home
was not a singular place
as we had been taught.

upon leaving,
we understood that home
was anywhere where we
could be together again.

and we were just realizing
we would not be home again
for a very, very long time.
 Aug 2013 Morgan Percy
Robyn
If I were to write a poem
To you
About what would it be?
Your eyes, your laugh, your smile
Your lips?
Or how drastically you've changed me?

~

If you were here
I'd cradle your head
And whisper sweet songs in your ear
I'd stroke your dark hair
You wouldn't go anywhere
Cause all you'd want to be is
Right here

~

If Fear was a man
He would cloak himself in Arrogance
It may keep him warm but
It is not a pleasant sight
If Thought was a woman
She'd cloak herself in Action
Peeling away each layer of Arrogance
From the Heart of Fear
She so desperately wished
To claim

~

I don't smoke
I don't drink
My parents are married
They're happy, I think
I have no diseases
No wounds on my skin
We believe in a God
That shelters within
We are loving and caring
I've all that I need
I am not a delinquent
I take most rules in heed
But when asked if I'm happy
What to say, I don't know
Most often I lie
Since my answer is no
Was looking through my journal and found some poems I forgot to share.
 Aug 2013 Morgan Percy
martin
Sleeping on sofas, sleeping on floors
Friends are her family
Her mother abroad

Little miss nobody, pin-ball girl
Says why are you being so nice to me
It's our job says the nurse
As she stitches her hand
Everyone is somebody

You folks are amazing
You really care
Best phone the hostel
Tonight I'll go there

So vulnerable
Naive, street-wise in equal measure
If you had a family
You would be their treasure
This is why my wife ( a nurse ) was late home from work a few nights ago. A lovely looking 16 year old girl, whose mother was living in Spain had cut her hand. She had nowhere to live, carried all her possessions in 3  plastic bags, and when she injured herself climbing over railings, her 'friends' left and a passer-by took her to the Accident and Emergency department.
Have to out wait time
to get over this one
all the stars in the sky will be dark
life will have come and gone to oblivion
while my tears fall
replacing seas with sorrow
peaks with hollows
eroding stone as I suffer alone
through unending tomorrows
I hear my fate
surrounding your every touch
and my heart bleeds
in every shade of you.
Because of you,
the colors of my life
have become
a golden sea of happiness,
your sweet love........
breathes into.

You fulfill every dream
that has ever exhaled
into the deepest parts
of my heart.
Dearest,
my soul runs to you whispering,
“I have arrived
with no end to my trust,
from your side..........
I will not part”.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
light a few candles as the moon hushes the stars, my dear
and crawl beneath the sea of the sheets
sing to me the symphonies of your never ending sorrows

and we can pool together
the memories that haunt your throbbing head
and the tears that drain from mine

there's magic in the never before explored path
from the tips of my fingers (so soft, so delicate)
to the dark, calloused skin of yours
which make love to but a few guitars

but there's a foreboding glisten in your eyes
the mark lefts from the cats that have clawed at your back
tattooed on, a cracked mess of anguish

i'll promise to bandage your wounds
to cool the burning sensation which lashes at your wrists
and the itch of the bugs crawling under the skin at your neck

i'd never let the sickness grow and spread to your heart
i'd protect you from harm
i'll never let you down.
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her ******* are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
    As any she belied with false compare.
I often wish I could be
more than I am
for you, my dear.
But obviously,
I am what I am.

I want the best
that money
can't buy,
so I asked God
to write for me
a love letter to you
in His clear, steady hand.

I hope you can read
between the lines,
and understand:
I love you
more than He Himself can say,
even in His most excellent,
loving, holy way.
Remember when, you were a very little boy
and your mom would warm the towels up in the dryer
so when you jumped out of the bathtub shivering you would feel cozy warm?

Remember when, you were a very little girl
and your dad would hold you in his arms
and whirl around in circles until you both fell to the ground laughing?

Remember when, you were a little boy
and you scraped your knee when you fell out of the tree,
and your mom held you close until the tears stopped?

Remember when, you were so sick you stayed home from school,
and your mom made special soup just for you
and cuddled you up and read your favorite story 6 times, just because?

Remember when, your pet hamster, Louie, died,
and you insisted on having an official burial ceremony,
and mom and dad said nice things about Louie before the shoebox was covered up?

Remember when, you were a little girl,
and your grandma gave you your first china tea set
and she had tea and crumpets with you and Bear?

Remember when, you were very young,
and a hug or a kiss or a word would repair
the biggest hurts in the world?

I remember when.............................................................­.
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