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 Jun 2015 Rhianecdote
Ysa Pa
I tried to stop  but I couldn't
I know that I shouldn't
But I still do
I love you
 Jun 2015 Rhianecdote
Ysa Pa
That's it
It's done
It's over
I've buried my memories of you

I've forgotten the way you smile
I failed to recall how you laugh
I ceased to remember how you walk
I omitted the sound of your voice
How you say my name
Your scent whenever I wear your hoodies
How you play with my hand and with my hair
How you greet me good morning at 6:45am
Even though your aren't a morning person
How you never fail to say goodnight
How you tell your stories
How you like your coffee
How you hate to lose but let me win
How the windows of your soul focus on me

Who am I deceiving
I can't forget you
I don't want to but I need to
I haven't forgotten anything but I'm trying

How about you?
Have you forgotten us?
                                             *Or how I said goodbye?
 Jun 2015 Rhianecdote
ryn
I have observed brightly lit stores...
window displays welcome
with wide open arms.
Kaleidoscope of colours,
dancing to catchy music...
adding on to the allure and charm.

Droves of shoppers have identified this
as their slice of heaven.
Flagging retail therapy
and finding their
pocket of Eden.

I have observed some laying down.
Relaxing...
unwinding...
On patches of grass.
They stare at the sky
with much adoration,
as wispy clouds float on by.

These skygazers have chosen this
to be their little slice of heaven.
With the ground on their backs,
grass between their toes
and azure as their witness...
this is their pocket of Eden.

I have observed a couple of lovebirds,
seated at a café...
immersed deeply in conversation.
In their own private universe,
their own little bubble.
Employing hugs and frequent pecks as punctuation.

There's nowhere else they'd rather be.
From their eyes I know,
they've found their unique slice of heaven.
In each other
they've found their pocket of Eden.

I have observed myself...
I thought myself to be lost
for the longest time.
Seeking a place
for the voice in my head
that only spoke in rhyme.

All is not lost when
I finally found that place.
My little slice of heaven.
For almost a year ago today
I decided on Hello Poetry
as my pocket of Eden.
Thank you all for your kindness and support.
Much love,
ryn
I am entangled
No I'm entwined
I am pulled closer
Time
         after
Time
can you feel my pulse?
I whisper in your ear
Still pulling me in closer
I feel I think I hear
Our hearts beat a thunder
A pressure takes my breath
Our hearts beat a thunder
I move and you say
*not yet
This will be a working progress
If I die tonight,
One scary theory
Is true

If one memory repeats,
For all eternity
I hope it is about you
A scary but beautiful theory after death: your most cherished memories will repeat over and over and over again.
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