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Writhing in my slumber, my stomachs knotted and my chest is tight;
I know, through my dream, morning comes.
Dreading the dawn, my soul is lost to the night;
Though my body will soon return on home.

Lying in a field of soft purple grass, gazing up at the bright green sky,
I know this truth is truer, than any I thought I once knew.
So, though blissfully happy, I cry.
I'm restless, not from the dream-life I am living
But for the truth that comes with the breaking dawn.
I know with the morning I'll awaken
and with it my feet will walk on home

I came in search of pieces of me,
lost throughout old New York town.
I leave with more of me left behind,
The me that once was, no longer found.

Through foolish hope and reckless abandon,
I believed I could get her out of my system.
But she's shown me a whole new world, now.  One beyond compare.
To deprive my heart of such wonder, simply would not be fair.

...But I know I must leave her,
morning has now come.
It's time to wake and
return these vagabond shoes home.
Written in Oct, 2012 during my 3 month stay in Brooklyn, New York.
The last verse forever inscribed by my side.
 Mar 2013 M Rose
Daniel Magner
Why is it.
that twice now, I have
played the part of the one
who loves enough to
let go?
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Mar 2013 M Rose
Daniel Magner
Phone misplacement
turned into ghosts
and heartbeats
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Mar 2013 M Rose
D
special
 Mar 2013 M Rose
D
when you were a child,
they told you you were special:
you picked flowers instead of playing with dolls,
you colored in the lines when everyone else finger-painted,
you were shy and it was sweet

when you were with others,
you felt un-special:
you were afraid,
you never wanted them to dislike you,
you held your tongue even when you had no words

when you were alone,
you wondered what was so special:
you didn't relate to them,
you weren't understood,
you were a misfit in a place with no norm

when you were sad,
they told you you were un-special:
you were having a hard time adjusting,
you were new in an unfamiliar place,
you would be okay

when you were afraid,
they told you you were un-special:
you didn't try to be strong,
you had a bad outlook,
you were in control

when you were with friends,
you felt so special:
you told them your name,
you laughed,
you let them see the person that has a hard time sleeping at night

when you were in love,
you felt so special:
you were embraced,
you cradled their heart,
you were loved for everything you tried to hide

when they left,
you felt so un-special:
you blamed yourself,
you thought you were worthless,
you slept away your life

when you cried in front of them,
they told you you were special:
because nothing else could explain why you cried so much
 Mar 2013 M Rose
Kristo Frost
i echo ever outward
with the passion of a sigh
my history
a mystery
my life
a by and by
he trickled into my consciousness
like an unseasonal, stealthy raindrop
my mind still ripples
--the aftershock of his presence
testimonial to his absence

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   12.03.2013
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
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