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...Spending time under the cool
shade of a dying tree
seeing the world
and the last remnants
of a flower's breath
The edge seems to be
closer
as time begins to doubt
the forever in her hands that
never promised eternity
Devoid of the stars in the sky
her eyes glisten in a dull
with tears of
absolute theatrical drama
She fears the calm
in each wave touching her feet
for every kiss
is a commitment to
bringing the shore
closer
to home
It used to be a dream
come true
But she never opened her
eyes...
Mek
09.09.09
The beautiful halfmoon in the sky
The velvet scent of the gardens blooms
Her face caught in the light of candles
Her eyes like amber in their glow
The scent of her skin, the touch of her hands
The things I remember most
Her kiss
None of these compared to her coldness
An arctic frost surrounded her heart
When it thawed a beauty beyond compare
Yet it was not seasonal
It's warmth was random, driven in self worth
It was never mine
A subtle shade of orange
Sprayed on to darken porcelain skin
Eyes heavy, the weight of false lashes
Hair an explosion of colours
Nails patterned in a cornucopia of designs
You learn your craft, try all its treatments
A student in the art of cover up
Makeup in layer upon layer
Yet you need none of this
The vogue of female presentation
It's trappings have captured you
So many become dependant
Like a drug
Habitual a ritual
Made up, made over
I wonder what the real you looks like
...I am
bits of my pieces
struggling thoughts
of a dull moonlit midnight
A disoriented word
to describe
everything that means
something
else...
If only
there's a way to understand
most of the things that
make up the whole
perhaps the light wouldn't be
blinding
in the dark
or maybe
I wouldn't think about
black rainbows or hope
bereft of belief
I can always be
Some of them
but never
the most of
Us...
Mek
08.24.09
...Calm the air
so bridges will never
burn
Blame the fire
that feeds the dream
toward insignificant
expectations
Light at the end
and panic in between
Suspended belief
and paranoia sets in
Sleep
with one eye open
never to rest...
Reality
lit the wick
songs of the last standing
candle
Scream of a gunshot
hope to turn
til it hits you dead
on the
spot...
Mek
08.25.09
...Hope
and silver bullets to tomorrow
thunder is yesterday
so as gray clouds of
dead expectations
Washed away petals
with a struggle to forget
and there are voices
we fail to hear
Anger is a step towards
an irrelevant lightning
and hatred
is worse
when it drowns the reasons
Prayers are filled
with despair
when all that is needed
is but a single spark that will
pull a dream
from a bushfire
so the forsaken
shall believe
again...
Mek
08.16.09
Wake up wake up
I'm confused
Dad wake up
Don't come in dads asleep
Wake up dad please wake up
I'm frightened who are all these people
Wake up dad they want to come in
Dad I'm telling them off
Go away dad didn't say come in
Wake up wake up!!!
Let me go! Dad help me
Dad there taking me away
Dad wake up please
Dad where are you
Dad
Dad
I'm alone
Elderly man collapsed and died in his garden. His faithful dog wouldn't let the police near him.
A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace
 Mar 2013 Patricia Drake
Beth C
Does quivering fear
or bursting anticipation
cause your miraculous transformation?
Yet another ten word poem. (I tried rhyming this time...)
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