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Jul 2014 Rae La

Sia Jane

Maybe those afternoons,
were meant for,
that simple meeting,
amidst the quiet,
breviloquent chatter,
raw, uncompromising,
blissful uninhibited emotion.

Resounding cups,
mismatched china,
jasmine, rose, lavender tea,
celestial gardens,
plants; leaf-bearing
chinking lipped tea cups,
saucers pooling.

Immaculately intricate,
of Hadrian Denaruis silver,
an eighteenth century delight,
for ladies; un salon de thé,
sound waves wander as tea diffusers,
ritual & routine,
friendship & freedom.

© Sia Jane

I miss reading poems here so so so so much. I am so busy and too busy to even write at the moment. BUT I will be back around soon once things slow down. Miss you guys xxxx

Jul 2014 Rae La

The Stars

Jul 2014 Rae La

Rob Rutledge

The Stars

When precisely? We're none too sure.
Between the glow of progress
And the clawing of the walls?
Perhaps.
Somewhere along the western shores
We lost the stars of ancient lore
We forgot the lanterns of the sky.
Drowned in artificial days and
The swell of time.
Let these crests fall and fade,
Accustomed to the eye.
Storms of solace, the galaxy
Burns fires of hubris.

Jul 2014 Rae La

catalog

Jul 2014 Rae La

Megan Grace

catalog

but susan
said "he thought
the world of you.
you could tell just
by the way he looked
at you" and i'm pretty sure
all my resolve is melting with
every second that my heart is
trying to find a new home.

why can't it find a home in me?

Jul 2014 Rae La

The ol' days

Jul 2014 Rae La

Luna Wilde

The ol' days

Take me to the City
where boys were gentlemen
and girls are ladies

Take me to the Era
where men knew the limit
and girls knew the classy

Take me back to the time
when alcohol was soothing
and cigarettes were calming

Take me back to
the years of blues
the jazz that made it through

Jul 2014 Rae La

Sister Rose's sigh

Jul 2014 Rae La

r

Sister Rose's sigh

Her eyes speak
the truest words
never uttered
They tell of the ocean
on a lonely shore
Of salt marsh days
and windswept dunes
And love among the ruins
Her habit worn
vow unbroken to the night
She smiles a wanton wish
of summer days
and a fair young boy
among the glades
She sighs
her dreams away
and polishes again
the bare stone floor.

r ~ 7/28/14

\¥/\
| suspiros de monja
/ \

Jul 2014 Rae La

Art, Interrupted

Jul 2014 Rae La

Sia Jane

Art, Interrupted

Warning:**
All of hells angels reside behind this very denotation.
Caution of disturbing material.

Her body an empty cavern,
Her face; sunken bambi eyes,
Her bones, dark, deep volcanoes filled,
To the brim, ashes, dust,
Splintered souls, falling prey,
To lost caves, bearing dead bodies,
Where smiles fade, drooping through,
Skulls & crossbones, signifying,
A poisonous addiction to,
Hells aftermath.

© Sia Jane

I am collaborating with a fabulous artist;
www.facebook.com/GiaDarcadiaArt
So check her out!!
She drew something, and I interpreted it through the words here.
When I wrote Broken China: hellopoetry.com/poem/799334/broken-china/
Gia then followed that with a drawing of her interpretation of my writing.
Check them both out here; www.facebook.com/Siajanewords

Thanks for all your support guys :)))

Jul 2014 Rae La

Love Garden Sounds

Jul 2014 Rae La

Megan Grace

Love Garden Sounds

there is a hurricane
flooding into all of
my empty rooms.
the problem is that
i would rather be
quartered than live
with these weeds
growing up my
esophagus and this
tunnel in my stomach.
i thought it would
hurt less by now.

Jul 2014 Rae La

I-435 North

Jul 2014 Rae La

Megan Grace

I-435 North

you always said it
reminded you of
coming home after
your fiancée cheated
on you. today it
reminded me of your
fingers and my favorite
ring. i listened to take offs
and landings the whole
way home. i pinched my arm
through the entire distance
of edwardsville. i drove
in the center lane and
went through smog of
me saying i would have
waited thirty years for you.
i wish there was a
different way home
from lawrence.