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  Apr 2016 Nastia Armilde
Lora Lee
Here in the desert
it's been raining
on and off
            for days
making the succulents and cacti
glisten with wetness
their thick skin sparkles
and catches nature's ironic eye
flowers and plants shine
so much better in the half-grey
Here in the prehistoric depths
Of rocky whitewash and silt
             flash floods rush through
flushing out all guilt
         And inside
a raging storm commences
and I feel so blessed
to be a part of this celebration
my lungs expanding in my chest
I breathe in deep
that fresh purity of air
let it cleanse right through me
from my toes up to my hair
It rushes in my body
taking no prisoners in its force
flows through every vein
cleansing poisons in its course
its power flows into me
washing out this stubborn pain
Turning the confusion
                     into clarity again
From inside subconscious thoughts
           realization thunders
rinsing from my mind
                 the emotional strain
and replacing it with euphoric wonders
Come, my raging desert tempest
Bathe me
       penetrate me with wet
restore and purify
my being
take over and disinfect
let me feel my own strength
until it pours out from my cells
into the space inside my heart
where love and lust still dwell
My tears mingle with the sweet drops
                as I fling arms open to the sky
releasing strikes of lightening
for every word I cry
as I summon, pray for lightness
mixed with the sturdiness of earth
Let joy rise up and bubble
within my being
as rebirth
  Apr 2016 Nastia Armilde
Bluie
i'd love to believe
the universe will soon
let us be together
at the right time
in the right place
with every bit of us
being nothing but
right for each other
'til next time..
i'll wait for you
for as long as I can
  Apr 2016 Nastia Armilde
Willow-Anne
They say that you've gone crazy
And that your mind is in the slum
When you repeat your actions
But you expect a new outcome

I never thought I was insane
Until the day that we first met
You fought me on every little thing
To the point where I got upset

I told you to leave me alone
But you fought me on that too
You said you were only joking around
And that you understood my view

I forgave but didn't forget
Until the next time it came up
We were at each other's throats again
And I wanted to just break up

"But love doesn't quit" you said to me
"You can't just walk away"
Suddenly I felt it was all my fault
And by your side I decided to stay

The fights grew closer and closer
And slowly got more intense
It got so bad that out in public
Strangers came to my defense

They say that you've gone crazy
And that your mind is in the slum
When you repeat your actions
But you expect a new outcome

They say that I've gone crazy
And I guess what they say is true
'Cuz no one seems to understand
Why I keep forgiving you
Hey there everyone, because of the subject of this poem I just wanna take a couple minutes to address abusive relationships and say it is okay to end a relationship that has become toxic and that you do not need to feel guilty about it. Never let the other person guilt trip you into staying with them if you don't feel safe/loved/etc. It is important to take your own needs and health into account. If your significant other is manipulating you/abusing you physically or mentally, or making you feel unsafe then please get out of the relationship and seek help if you need it. You do not deserve that, and I promise you the person is not worth the pain they are putting you through. It may seem hard, but I promise there is a world full of opportunities and people who want the best for you. Things get easier when you are out of toxic, abusive relationships.
Stay healthy and stay safe <3
  Apr 2016 Nastia Armilde
Adele
I, sometimes think,
I am wasting my time for nothing.
It is running and I'm not moving.
The world revolves,
people evolve
They told me to find my place,
and I'm still here on the same spot.
I don't know what to do.
What I see are them walking on fast forward
and I will always be on a slow motion.
  Apr 2016 Nastia Armilde
ThePoet
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

©
Blossoms are the
Hopes and dreams
Attached to the thorny
Stems of life
We all have to climb
To smell the roses
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