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 Aug 2015 Natalia mushara
Chris
~

She touched
my heart
leaving forever
imprints
eternally ingrained
in swirling
patterns
of my every
dream coming
*true

Friends are blessings,





                                               ­       But when we don't choose wisely,




It becomes a horrendous Gehenna.




                            © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.
Re-posted...
I wrote this long ago, and just found this out, and edited some parts of it....
The new age bellows of brittle morals and shattered beliefs
Confusion follows  bleak choices   of tragic consequence
Lost  with-in a black cloud, anxious to be rash and disorganized
The only reaction that feels comforting to a fragile mind
Years have flown by as your heart cried desperately for a helping hand
Condemned by high class society's view, confidence is out of reach
Reclusive to social interaction by fear of pointing fingers and snide looks
Creating your own safe haven, protected from scorpion stings waiting in the shadows down dark alley's
Beginging a journey from four familiar walls that you called home
Leaving behind scolding memories that were once open, transforming them to healed scars
This is dedicated to a dear friend which  I care deeply for.  You can do this!!!!
Must it take an end to bring fourth sight?
Must it take pain to bring fourth light?
Must it take tears to bring fourth colours bright?
Must it take neglect to bring fourth fright?
Must it take lonely ness to bring fourth a forefilled night?
No matter
the weather
Rain
Or shine
With a blankie
Its better
With a blankie
It's fine

You rarely
Find Riley
At a tea party
With out
the security
Of her snuggly
blankie

This blankie
is special
Introduction
Necessity
Hello Riley
"My blankie"

Morning
To night
Never
Out of sight
Riley
loves her blankie
Always
holds it tight

Someday
She'll grow up
And forget
What it was
But we'll always know
It was something
she loved
 Jul 2015 Natalia mushara
Anna
dear lovely stranger,

perceive your life, in its exact and precise moment with all its jagged wounds and bleeding scars and broken smiles and flittering moments of happiness, as you would in the eyes of a stranger you can't seem to forget from all these years ago who only lives as a fading silhouette in your memories.

And I promise, lovely stranger,
that they will see the magic in you that you can't seem to recognize in your own eyes.
and if all else fails, allow me to be that stranger and be the bright beacon of truth - that in all your flaws that you are truly magical and nothing or anything can be said to defy that truth.


Love,
       Anna
 Jul 2015 Natalia mushara
Anna
One who longs too much
        who romanticizes too often
        who dreams impossible dreams*

yet

when faced with reality
retreats to the dark corner
alone
silently
 Jul 2015 Natalia mushara
AM
I have written hundreds of poetry
with sea of hope to the crying stars
but my pen is still bleeding words
that never seem good enough to tell you;
to make you believe—
to help you understand
how much you mean to me
nor to hold you close,
to keep you
from walking out the door
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