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Life glows from the ashes,
Red and dead.
Rest assured I will not waste

My atoms.  The sea
In which they swim is not
So fickle as life.

From the land Persephone is torn
Into the heat of hell-
But fire can serve a woman well.

In Spring she shoots forth
A million delicate souls.
Piercing

Through flames, the willowherb of this
Barren body will take seed,
Will flower.

In its own way beautifying
My scorched scars,
My cauterized heart.

The fatal lick of a poison dart
Will take only me,
My anatomy.

The tools remain,
They regain their power
And Persephone will rise through me.

I have seen it before,
This end feeds desire.
Life at its finest is paved with fire.
Whenever i look at the blue sky... I feel so small and blessed at the same time. And the same question keeps bothering my mind...
Am i lucky?
Born in my own time... Place... Family... Just simply being where i am and what i am now....?
I am just one of billions of people moving along with this planet around the sun.
I am not lucky.... I guess...
I just happen to be here...
Genetic rule... Universe rule...
Limited by time and space...
Happen to know people that i know...
Another fifty years and i'd probably not be here anymore. Neither would people that i know. And very soon we'll be forgotten.
Our memories linger still... Unnoticed...
Like dim light of a star being outshone by other brighter stars.
Nobody can see it. Not because it is not bright enough. But it is too far.  
Filling the infinite and vast voids out there.
In another dimension.
Somewhere beyond our thoughts, believes, and comprehensions.
I am what i am where i am...
I simply am...
 Mar 2013 Sabrina Perez
ehitsemma
Sometimes in the middle of the night,
I wake up and wonder where you are.
I wonder what you're doing,
What you're thinking,
What your life is like.

I wonder if you miss me,
If you think of me,
If you wonder who I am.

I wonder if you regret,
If it's ever crossed your mind,
That I'm not coming back.

All we share is DNA.
All we share is DNA.
And the curious feeling about what each other is like.
But that is all we share.
That is all we share.
Eyes most inspiring
for admiring
you'r every perfect,
curve

On your body
my canvas of silk
I kiss.
Every inch of perfection
Until you point my direction.

Then up, up, up I go.
into the sky, past the clouds,
8 tiers more, mi amor.
tonight we dance on heavens steps
no repress.

Nerve endings like lightning,
your touch is so frightening.
when you hit there behind your stare.
when i was a boy,
i collected seashells.
i had the most beautiful collection
when i was a boy.

i dreamt of seashells
and what i dreamt was beside
me every morning of everday
when i was a boy.

i had red ones and blue ones
white ones and rounds ones
ones of beauty and of majesty
when i was a boy.

the world marvelled at my collection
the world coveted my collection
i had the most beautiful seashell collection
when i was a boy.

one day i looked out through a window
and saw a boy walking along the beach
he picked up the plainest of seashells
and smiled
i raged and raged and raged
for forty days and forty nights
i raged
when i was a boy.
07:56 PM 12/7/04
Please forgive me
And forget.
Accept the truth
and my regrets.
I said I loved you,
That wasn't a lie.
I'm just another girl
saying
Goodbye.
pockets of paper
and prosthetic  posture:
and
it
all
fell
down.
I like the gentle kind of love
A sentimental kind of love
The physical and mental kind of love
The unplanned and incidental kind of love
The sweep me off my feet and into a whirlwind kind of love
The kind of love that makes me realize why I waited
The kind of love that keeps me motivated
Captivated
Educated
The kind of love that understands
Embraces and wants to know me
The kind of love that satisfies curiosity
The kind of love that sets me free from my body
The kind of love with no doubting
The kind of love that makes life worth reproducing
I need beauty to define my love
I need hate to despise my love
I must be patient if I am to find my love
I won't be hasty
I'll take my time with love
I'll be loves student and let love teach me how to appreciate
Reciprocate and share everything that I can make
I'll be waiting
But please love don't rush
Come to me when we're ready
In the mean time I'll be preparing
Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal,
or take the medicine doctors prescribe.
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon's mirror,
I can study my small face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom,
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.

— The End —