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 Aug 2015 samasati
Kaitlyn Marie
can you just simply forget
How to do the things that made you live
you let all fall that are gifted in grace, let them hesitate with an insecure skip
dismay catapults while grey shadows
your previously bubbling take
@kaitlynmaie
 Aug 2014 samasati
amt
Haunting
 Aug 2014 samasati
amt
You've ruined blue eyes,

For when I gaze into his,

I'm still seeing you.
 Jun 2014 samasati
Ronnie
Somebody said to me
Who is your favourite person?
But don't say your boyfriend or girlfriend,
Your mother or father, or sister or brother,
Nor your best friend through years gone by
If you looked at your whole life as a story
Who would be your favourite character?

I thought it would take so long to answer
But then it came to me so smoothly
Like a dimmer switch turning on
Smooth, but so quick, so obvious

"Joseph" I answer.
He s my special needs cousin
He will never surpass the mentality of a 3 year old
He loves trucks and buses and traffic lights
He loves fans and blonde girls and rainbows
He loves my mother, his auntie
He loves a girl from his special needs school
He loves anybody that will stay still long enough
He loves the BeeGees
He loves wearing mums glasses

At 26 years old, he is a man
But a man that will only ever be a child
He is the favourite, he is the most special
For he is the articulation of what human nature is capable of
He is the picture of a man not influenced by people
He is the face of the most basic human ability
And he is so positive

26 years on and he still asks
He says he will drive buses when he grows up
He says he will buy a laptop when I make money
He says he will go out with Blonde Girl when he's older
He says maybe he will buy a iPhone when he's older
Grammar was never his strong point
But who would correct a 3 year old who said 'a' not 'an'?

He is a simple human being
But represents our complexity all the same
But the best thing about him is that he shows
When you take away so many major human traits
The leftover base line is an optimist
He is full of hope

To me, he signals that deep down,
Human hope
Human optimism
It is inane
A personal reference to a cousin, so not exactly what I expect people to really understand what I'm saying. It's a tribute to him really; my whole family know to love him while we can, because it's a miracle he's made it even this far along.
 Jun 2014 samasati
Ronnie
It's the thrill of the chase.
It's the climb of the mountain
The stairs in the staircase
The thirst for the fountain

It's breaking the barrier
It's proving them wrong
It's getting what I want
It's proving I'm strong

It's him that I'm after
It's him I won't keep
It's him I will ruin
It's him that won't sleep.

It's me that shall conquer
It's me that shall climb
It's me who'll survive
I will be fine.
I wish you still loved
my handwriting
my bangs
my intelligence
my laugh
my smile
my eyes
my accomplishments
my stubbornness

I fear you've forgotten everything except that you plan on staying here.
I'm not happy
But you love me
So I'll be okay
I think
 May 2014 samasati
circus clown
play
 May 2014 samasati
circus clown
my heart still
s                              s
w                     g
i       n
with the innocence
of a little girl
on my first love's
rib
old, but i can't push it out of my head lately.
 Mar 2014 samasati
SheOfNeverland
i think i started five poems just now
trying to find the right words
some days they flow with ease
some days they sound
strained
the backspace button shows
the most wear on my keyboard;
i wish there was a
backspace
for life...
i stared at the screen too long
and it went black
tired of waiting for me to
think of some clever combination of words;
i never set a screensaver
there's something weird about those.
i read a poem the other day
by a poet telling us
what it takes to be
a poet
but i think anyone can be
whatever they want;
who are we to judge
when we are always writing
about those who
judge us?
our species is endangered
in this age of mindlessness
we are the catalyst
for creativity
the embers of the fire
started by the great minds
of ancient times...
will we let it die completely
or will we succeed
at rekindling its
greatness?
i'm not sure where i started or where i went with this but i kind of like it
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