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I wonder if these words will reach you
Penning them down furiously
Wondering, thinking
What's your reaction?
Are you happy, exalted that I deem you
This important
Or does it even matter anymore
Brush me off, treat it with disdain
Shrug it off your shoulders
Like the burden of these words
Don't lie with you anymore

Hey,
What're you thinking?
Will these words even get to you
I don't know whether I should
Show it to you
I feel embarassed at the thought
Of this ever reaching you
And you knowing that it was about you
Would **** you
I know where you're at
Just not with me
I feel pathetic

Yes, this isn't going to reach you
I am not going to put it in a place
Where you'll know this is me
And the 'you' here is YOU

My heart fragments a bit
I feel more downcast now
I've stopped writing so furiously
Lean back a bit
Examine these words
The black, the blue

What's the point
If I don't show this to you
How will I know
Your reaction?
Comments?
 Aug 2013 Nadrah
John
Last I Hear
 Aug 2013 Nadrah
John
You are such a sweet girl
And I've tried my hand
Peeked through the holes in your heart
After a while, I could no longer stand
Had you visiting my thoughts more and more
About four dreams a week, and you're in four

It's not fair
You're always there
No, it's not fair
With your long black hair
I just want peace and no more wishing
Just wonder when I can stop fishing

You've got a boy
I've known from the start
But when we started working
Think I got too close to your heart
Talking to me every day like you wanna be with me
Touching me, taunting me, like you think we could be
But then you do a 180 and disappear
You're doing okay, the last I hear
As I am in my bed,
Eyes to the ceiling,
I wonder if you’re
Lying in your bed,
Eyes gazing up,
Thinking about me,
As I am thinking of you.
i love your thoughts and comments
 Aug 2013 Nadrah
Caroline K
Blue mountains secure my skin.
Veins stretched with dismal flowers
sprouting, covering this internal land.
Anchored toes to the horizon waves,
which are now these sculpted silhouette peaks.
Blind in the darkness,
with nothing but your hand to guide mine
back home; to the ocean of your eyes.
Late night stars with us underneath, lay me to sleep.
Early morning warmth; from your body against mine.
My head nuzzled next to your kind skin,
arms wrapped around your back.
I fit perfectly on your left side,
you could be the missing piece,
as I listen to your soothing heartbeat.
Because of you,
Waking up with a smile is more addicting
then Starbucks coffee on my lips.
The sky is vacant with diamonds when I look up.
Shooting stars have fallen to the ground,
illuminating across the city skyline.
No longer underneath the same veil of moonlight.
Shivers infest my spine,
I want to surrender to your warmth and wake up with a smile.
 Aug 2013 Nadrah
the kid
Little sad girl please don't cry anymore
You are young and pretty, don't you see?
The sun is shining and the birds are still singing
The world has not stopped living and neither has your little big heart
Listen carefully and you will hear your heart is still beating
Little sad girl dry those big beautiful eyes of yours
They are making you blind to all that will make you smile
The flowers will always bloom
The sun will rise and the sun will set
The moon will brighten up the night skies with a bit of moonlite
Little sad girl please take a closer look at what we call life
I know it can seem rough but that's what makes us strive
Little sad girl look at the world and smile
 Aug 2013 Nadrah
Eleete j Muir
Bellicose angels chanter,"Never  
Was and never more," upon
The totian breeze with clarity of peace;
A peregrine requitement of
Effulgent obsequies, tempered
With melancholy tortuously
Fetching lost codices whilst
Careening stars-of-Bethlehem
Nonchalantly whithersoever,
A parable of presence
A dirge paramount; perdurable
To the transcription of the
Orderliness Of Orcus'- unabridged,
The final heavenly sonnet.







ELEETE J MUIR.
 Aug 2013 Nadrah
Marian
Above the clouds, way up so high,
Horses made of clouds gallop and rear in the sky,
Is this an optical illusion up there;
Or are they really galloping in the air?
There is a faint half-crescent moon in the sky,
And the sun is sinking--saying goodbye,
It is so beautiful way up in the air;
With those horses made of clouds jumping way up there!
Above the clouds, way up so high,
Horses are galloping and rearing in the sky,
They are so beautiful and mild;
Galloping happily Above The Clouds.

*~Marian~
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