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 Jun 2016 Rubab Bashir
Jay Dee
I saw you today.
I saw you.
Still the same ol' you.
In a big fancy caddy.



You seemed surprisingly happy to
Bump into me.
Strange.
Considering how we  crashed and burned alive.


But I saw no need to stick arround and chit chat about the weather.

So...I kept it movin' after politely saying hi.


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
#Ex #DontWantToBuildASnowman
 Jun 2016 Rubab Bashir
Jay Dee
To love a poet
Isn't always rainbows and sunshine.
For we are oh so passionate
about everything.
If you've won the heart of a
Poet ..remember you
Never actually leave
Their mind.
Don't forget it is you who
Makes their heart spin.
It is you who they
Depend on to be an unwind.
We will dress you with words and
Show you our way of viewing.
Keep this as a token for
The dark times.
Try not to wonder why
Your poet is constantly stewing.
Mostly we are trying to connect lines.
The ones to this. And the ones to that.
Your poet loves you forever deeply.
Even after you leave. Even after
Time stands still.
You will be tattooed to their soul.
And that is a certain fact.
Everlasting you will roam through
The corridors of their mind.
Even after.
You have.
Run out.
Of time.



- Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016.
#PoetsLove
#Everlasting
#WeRememberYou
Once when I was young,* I was told you could swing so high you'd be able to just *fly away.  

   I learned early on
               That not everything we're told is true
               The fantastical can sometimes amount to a pile of plastic bags scattered in the wind
                    The end isn't always happy and there's not always closure
      Punctuations are more often question marks than definitive periods
                And looking for a definite explanation took prevalence over allowing our imaginations to fill in the blanks.
         Play time was replaced with study time,
             And before we knew it, it was time for work
                      We strayed from the playgrounds of our youth,
      Never returning to the top of the slide, we'd hit the ground a bit too hard to keep the enchantment of seemingly endless possibilities going
                                              Carriages became pumpkins long before midnight,
              And the school bell rang before we could finish our fun
                       But to tell the truth, sometimes,
     When everyone else has gone inside, back to the real world, full of logic and banalities,
         I sit on the old swingset kicking my feet
    Hoping it will let me *soar
Poets, like
madmen and prophets,
are banned from
the Kingdom of Reason,
as they are
the progeny of the sun
(the sun who illumines as he blinds)
and the siblings
of the rays
who never tire
of beating
the world into
magnificent new shapes
that fascinate us
all – including
Unwavering Moon whose
lonesome secret is to be
madly in love
with the rainbow.

© LazharBouazzi, May 26, 216
You left and I wanted nothing more than to
Die
For how could I live without you?
But I decided to try and soon realized
**You already killed me
Sleep*
  Hanging in the eyes

           They struggle to open
But are tightly glued shut
  
              I wonder then,
When the dream began and ended

          And if I was ever awake
                        *At all
Who
I look in the mirror
Who do I see
That’s my face looking back at me
But who is this girl
She can’t be me
She’s not who she use to be
She use to sing
But she’s lost her voice
She use to draw
But she’s lost her imagination
She use to write
But she’s lost  vision
She didn’t realize she was slipping
She didn’t know she'd feel empty
Who is this girl
Who do I see
What happened to the girl that use to be
Me.
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