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 Nov 2014 Rachel Ueda
Heliza Rose
I am a little village surrounded by trees that ignore me
Surrounded by cities with bright lights and woundrous tales
I am a little village surrounded by the lush spring flowers that tempt the winds with their scents.Telling them to carry them off into a forgotten land where they can share pieces of each other undisturbed
I am a little village,yes a little forgotten village with a tiny population I can count on my fingers and barely enough to feed my tattered soul
Yet I am a little village that sings the loudest at night
Life hits in waves.
The question is which wavelength will you be riding?
Believe nothing you hear. only which is true.


What is without conviction. What are you doing here?
His lips so soft on mine today.

Feeling no regret I earn for him more. He knows.

I slowly let out the smoke he blew in my mouth. We watch it as it curls down my chest onto the top of the warm water.

My hips turning while I watch him tell stories he's told too many times.. Restlessly. Flashes of his strong arms and thighs on top of me.. this persian man will forever remain in my memories. Innocent.

How crazy of a day. How young and free I feel. Picked up by young attractive boys who are writers, musicians and poets. Then to be dropped off hours later with no exchange of information. I fall in love with everyone I meet. I talked about my pack back home. They loved hearing my stories. Constantly asking questions.. I fall deeper

in love with the idea that I will stay loyal to my people forever. No matter what happens. I see friend units everywhere I go. Im very lucky to know that someone has my back as much as I have   theirs.
…….


While perception creates reality, reality frees us from limitation.
 Nov 2014 Rachel Ueda
Mohd Arshad
Solitude in the orchard
Melted with snow showers
And my romance with the moon
Died with snowflakes very young!
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 Nov 2014 Rachel Ueda
I Am
Forgivness Is Not A Matter Of Whether Or Not You Deserve It
- It Is A Question Of Whether Or Not I Wan't **Peace
 Nov 2014 Rachel Ueda
Pax

In my darkest days, I held you beneath my warmth.
You indulged me with your feverish hunger.
You embraced me with your piercing emotions.
You were immune to my changeable disease.

I came to a realization that you were my muse,
the best rainbow I received……….

You told me that I was part of your soul.
To me you’re the fuel to my rusty engine,
The energy to my thirsty being,
And the light of my darkened soul.


© Pax
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1031383/
 Nov 2014 Rachel Ueda
BianchiBlue
His love
is the winter  
solstice, mounting  
the top of her world
where  
her love  
is the summer  
equinox, embracing  
the basis  
of his
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