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tamia Nov 2016
i suppose nature has not yet kissed
the moon rocks and space dust
on the surface of your home,
so if i flung some flowers to where you are,
would you notice this earth girl calling?
and would you, in return,
send me some space dust in a jar
so we could defy the laws of gravity
and let our love go beyond the stars?
tamia Nov 2016
i'll leave
                        pieces of
                                                           my
love                                                                               everywhere
                                                                ­                                                    like
                                                            peta­ls
            in                                                  ­                the                 wind
                            and                    i        ­                                                         hope
you              find                                        the­m                        and                
                  kn­ow                                   i                   wait                        
                                                    for you.
my first shape poetry here!

for hvc
tamia Nov 2016
time is on his side,
and never on mine
he lives the life he's wanted
while i am left behind
it's hard to feel strongly for somebody who does what you wish you could
tamia Nov 2016
i see his face
and like a child looking up at the stars
so fascinated to the point of tears,
my heart bursts into space dust
and grows bigger than the expanding universe,
i am surprised at how these weak bones
could hold so much love for a distant star,
a boyish wonder who has reached such great heights.

*his beauty is cosmic yet so real,
i am forever wide-eyed and moonstruck.
sol
tamia Nov 2016
i only ever feel the weight of my heart
when i look at his face,
when i hear his laughter,
when i listen to his song—
i know i'm in love
with wonderment and fascination,
but with those feelings,
shouldn't the heart feel light?

indeed it might,
but here's the catch:
i carry the weight
of knowing
i'll never get this love back.
for hvc
tamia Nov 2016
with such verve, the jester strides into the courtyard.**
on stilts with a tambourine in hand,
a mask conceals his face
yet still boasts of his sun-smile!
he dances to dulcimers and drums,
he's charming and the people laugh
as they look up at him in wonder,
but when his performance is done, he leaves;
the townspeople return to their chatter,
but i watch him, the gypsy-wonder on stilts,
leaving to tread other lands all alone
to bring merriment through show,
and i feel the heaviness of my heart
knowing the he took it with him.
inspired by Suzanne Vega's song, "Gypsy".
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