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 May 2016 Natasha Ivory
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Words don’t come so easy these days,
They no longer taste of vintage wine,
Maybe I’m the last gasp of a dying breed,
Or maybe I’m a failure by design,

You ran out of patience for tomorrow,
I ran out of hope and foolish pride,
I had no more answers I could sell you,
No more places in my head to hide,

Last night I was sleeping in an airport,
Maybe I was lost inside your smile,
Come and wake me when I get there,
Call me when I’m back in style,

I won’t apologize again for leaving,
I’m only sorry if I let you down,
But after all the oceans had run dry,
There was nowhere left for me to drown,

I told you a tale of bold surrender,
You heard a story of morose decay,
I didn’t mean to lead to this conclusion,
But I wrote it all to end this way,

The words all came so easy back then,
Burning my lips like old moonshine,
But maybe I’m still the first star you see,
Or maybe I’m the future in decline.
Swish.
Scrape.
Scratch.
We silently create.
Together...
Yet apart.
We are artists.
We speak the language of the heart.
Brush, paint, canvas.
Paper coated in black clay, wire tools, scratched surface.
We create.
Together...
Yet apart.
We are artists.
Paper, pen, fingers tapping on a laptop.
We are artists.
Who write...
The language of the heart.
And, like children, we play.
We flow with words in the land of imagination.
We flow with lines and colours,
and the palette of our emotions.
We speak the language of the heart.
Together...
Yet apart.
We are artists.
Dedicated to my daughter Mary and her boyfriend Jeremy.  I loved our art session together!
 May 2016 Natasha Ivory
SMN
some days i feel nothing and others, everything
last night i felt everything, felt it all at once
my mind was filled with negative thoughts
so many thoughts and feelings at once
i didn't stand a chance against myself
my entire body felt sore and my head was pounding
i cried uncontrollably and stared blankly at the ceiling
i couldn't breathe -- everything is a mess
so sick of never feeling good enough for a slight second
yesterday was horrible but though i barely slept
i managed to drag myself out of bed this morning
covered up my pinching eyes and took off
just like any other morning

*(s.m)
I thought you were cute once i saw a picture on facebook while i was dating someone else - i said "not to worry about her cause i dont know her" time flies we break up .. The girl in that picture became my happiness, my world, my everything - 2 years & 2 1/2 months became history.. Though i still stand til this day to be what i was when i was with you. I wouldnt change it for nothing. The girl in the picture on Facebook puts my body mind and heart as ease - so caring, so loving, so ... so deeply in love. The girl in the picture on Facebook .. I love you til the death of me, even if we grew apart - id be easily missing you & hit your line with that " i miss you, i wana see you, i miss your presence" 20+ years ill be old as youll still be young and living life .. The girl in the picture on Facebook stole my heart.
 May 2016 Natasha Ivory
IcySky
Take a look,
A good look,
And tell me what you see...
What DO you see when you look at me?

Do you see beauty?
Do you see intelligence?
Do you see hope?
What Do you see?

Take a look at me,
I bet you don't truly see me,
The person I try not to be,
Do you see?

See the scars on my wrist,
See the brokeness of my heart,
See the fear in my eyes,
Do you see?

See the hurt that's left behind,
From years passed,
To years to come,
Look at me.

See me for who I truly am,
Because who I am...
Is a fighter,
And a warrior.

I fight everyday,
To keep from what people say,
I fight to keep myself here,
I fight to live another day.

I fight the urge to cut,
To over dose,
To drink,
To smoke.

I'm a warrior,
I have been through hell,
Breaking inside,
A little each day.

I've fought for escape,
I've fought for love,
I've fought for forgiveness,
I've fought for understanding.

So look at me,
And tell me,
What do you see?
Do you see the real me?
 May 2016 Natasha Ivory
Wanderer
Rough edges shape their calluses to my own
We bite softly at first
Tasting shadowed limitations
Deeper flavors blossom wet and dark along thirsty tongues
I need closer
To render you tearful, speechless
Peel back each layer then climb inside
Saturating my parched surface
With the dewy fabric of your subconscious mind
Ebony pupils widen into the spalunking expanse of my own
I could explore your depths for a lifetime
I would still be left wanting
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