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 Feb 2016 Sanna Tirkey
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Narcissist
 Feb 2016 Sanna Tirkey
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"You're quite narcissistic, I know.
And I only wish I'm the reflection you see,"
he paused, then whispered,
"fall in love with me."
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 Feb 2016 Sanna Tirkey
molly
I remember your eyes, but I don’t remember the color.
The snow on the ground makes me forget about summer.
I remember the sinking feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach.
I remember the sound of glass breaking, I don’t remember what caused it.
When I was a little girl I colored so many pictures,
I can’t remember what of, I probably should’ve kept them.
But the things that you keep don’t matter as much,
we forget what’s in front of us trying to remember what we lost.
Winter brings the bitter chill,
I shiver standing in the cold;
We warm ourselves near the fire,
We bring a tree into our home.  

A blizzard wraps the wood around us, 
A glistening blanket - snowy white;
Our forest is so silent now;
Stars shine like diamonds in the night.  

In spring, the birds join in a choir,
Hundreds of songs in harmony, 
I look around and hear them sing;
Flowers bloom so gloriously.

I smell the scent of fragrant rain;
Showers drench the fertile ground.
I see the trees begin to leaf,
Rustling rain comes pouring down.

In summer the sun radiates,
Filling the forest with all that's green.
Oak and pine fill my nose,
I walk beside the crystal stream.

The grass it grows higher, higher,
I feel it soft between my toes;
From time to time a storm arrives,
Clapping thunder, wind that blows.

Autumn brings a change in palette;
Squirrels hide their treasured 'corns;
The taste of nutmeg - pumpkin pie,
Jack-o'-lanterns at our doors.

Mouths are filled with apple cider;
Leaves piled upon the ground;
Children jump into them laughing, 
Hidden in orange, maroon, and brown.

A thousand faces of the forest.
Winter; spring; summer; fall - 
And yet the face of my beloved
Is more beautiful than them all.
I see the varying yellows and reds
of leaves dancing to the ground
after a slight wind
I see bluejays, cardinals and robins
jockeying for position on the birdfeeder's step
I see deer walk across the field
as I peer from the kitchen window
they seem at home in their freedom
I see the distant mountaintops fading as the Sun yields
to the approaching night
I see the emerging stars and the glow of the moon
as it begins it's nightly watch
then I see you
secure in the maple frame
I gaze endless
until the call of sleep awakens me
my home is wrapped in beauty
but all the beauty I see
begins in this frame
in this face
so far away
the city lights
press their wings
against the glass,
watercolored
by raindrops.

her walls a profusion
of coral rich
carnations getting lost
in them remembering
how the curtains held her.

in the heat of it all,
the flowers begin
to peel themselves
off the wallpaper,
suspend themselves
over us in midair,
coming to life,
falling in slow motion.
infrastructure flourishes
as it overthrows the serenity
of the plants that breathe.
with their last breath of sunlight,
the trees, the clovers, and the flowers
proclaim with all the force they can muster,
silence.
a peaceful protest.
promptly substituted by the silver stare of cement,
the men in yellow, orange, and brown
squint their eyes to avoid the sunlight
beating down on their tired backs.
 Feb 2016 Sanna Tirkey
aesthenne
it all just went on-
    he asked her with,
    she accepted,
    while I broke.
it took me days,
    i kept seeing you
    in my mind, I'm,
    heartbroken and desperate.
we seemed like
    strangers to our,
    souls calling out,
    our lost chance.
Last chance.
 Feb 2016 Sanna Tirkey
DaRk IcE
My mingling dreams
Hang nonchalantly
In
My
Heart
Dangling in full view of my
Desires with
The
One
Love in my
Life
Hearts of red colour
Rise from
My chest
And cling to
Him
My loving eyes seek the moon
And stars
In his
Heart
My soul grasps his entire being
My breathe syncs
With
His
My love has awakened and will never
Die until death
Do
Us
Part
He holds the key to my heart
Only he can make it
Beat
The garden is planted with love
And
Care
The flowers bloom for
Us
And only
Us
The rest of our lives we have
To enjoy
The fruits of
Our
Love
Without hope I'd be dead
my body would be six feet under
and my mind would be left to wonder
as I lay rotting
my mind would travel the heavens
and the depths of hell
Without hope I'd be dead

Without love I'd be lonely
surrounded but alone
no one to get me
no one to understand
Without love I'd be lonely

Without me the world would be
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