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breaking into form
by the palm of my hands-
two illusions.
illusions which fall through the cracks
of a grip that wasn't built to last
how many times do you out live the past?
Shattered.
Lost; ruined...
Broken.
Incomplete.
That was me.

Striking.
Charmed; strong...
Full of life.
That was you.

You came along,
Suddenly life is beautiful.
Slowly, carefully
You picked up
The broken pieces of me
I am whole again…

Unnoticed, I embraced life.
I stand proud and firm,
Strong again…
Because of you.

You make me feel wanted,
Needed...
Desired...
Loved...

But was it really love
That I see through your eyes?
That I felt by the burning passion
You and I shared…?

The ghosts and the guilt
The mistakes and the pains
The misery of the past
Won’t just fall away…
But I have lost control
In the midst
Of beauty and madness...

Scared, still,
But take me along…
Only fate knows
What lies ahead,
But I’ll take the risk
I swear to be strong
Because of you…
Because I love you…
Once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. I feel so blessed to find that someone. This was written on October 11, 2005 for my then boyfriend, now my lawful husband for 7 years. I just want to share it to everyone.  :)
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
Emma
concealer
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
Emma
I hide so well behind this face full of cake
they don't even realize this smile is painted on, being held in place by my blood red lipstick

the blush on my skin is perfectly placed, it is as fake as my laughter
something dead cannot react

this precisely drawn liner that accentuates my wide-eyed innocence is similar to the fresh scars that line my wrist and thighs

the foundation i use every day is starting to crack
and girls,
we all know how much
we hate cheap
*concealer
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
JR Potts
I am not the man you marry.
Not at all!

I've never had a good job
I've never owned a nice car
and I don’t buy dinner.

Your mother will hate the way I dress
your father won’t trust me
and your girlfriends won’t ever be impressed
that you got me because

I am not the man you marry.
Not at all!

I drink too much
I smoke too many cigarettes
and I like to get high sometimes.

You’re right to think I’m crazy
you’re wrong to think I’ll ever stop being so
and if you ever thought you could change me
than you’re two cans short of a six pack because

I am not the man you marry.
Not at all!

I’ll make you nervous
I’ll make you uncertain about your beliefs
and I won’t ever apologize for being me.

You'll cry
you'll hurt
and you’ll try
to make it work because

I am the man you love
but I am not the man you marry.
Originally written: 06/10/13
What is it called,
when you feel so much pain,
that you are beyond dead?

oh right...

*alive
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
Mara Kennet
I wanna smoke a cigarrette with Obama

We’ll lower the sound on Futurama

He will hand me a pack of Marlboro or Newport

He will puff I will puff

Life will be like a resort

We will talk about politics and in vain

Puff again puff again puff again puff again

We would smoke and we would quit

He will swear again

For six years ”no cigarrettes lit”

I will quit smoking too

We will play peekaboo

And turn the volume back up on Futurama

I will boast to my friends

I quit smoking again with Obama
 Jan 2014 Rhea Nadia
echo
.
the best part's when
the best part's yet
to come
.
(& life is wonderful)
10w
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