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 Apr 2014 Sarah Mulqueen
Austin B
Her head silently dwindles on a cold plush pillow,
looking into the eyes of her perfect bliss.
An afternoon made from happiness,
a simple Sunday and a drop of Heaven.
Lying down, the August serenity making her blush,
The echo of the pleasing bashful breeze,
A slow pluck of eternity on the strings of love.
Grasping one another's hand,
Vowing to never let go.
Her beautiful eyes glossed in his desire,
A last warm and subtle kiss,
the final memory and the first chapter,
of love vanishing into the abyss.


What will you remember?

When the oceans are still.
When there are no wars.
When the sun stops shining.

When its all over. I'll still hear her voice.
Forever is a scary place,
but I wouldn't want to go there with anyone else,

but you.

When life takes a halt,
that is just the beginning.
My Heaven is simple,
I call it Sunday with you.
Ily
Hello, a simple gesture
Nearly impossible to be friendly without assumption now a days
In a world of paradigms of the opposite *** and this go go go and instant satisfaction induced generation I'd welcome this dissolution from the world we live in today just to taste what reality was meant to be like
Vast, endless void with open arms
Drift into the stars
No cause for alarm
When you're here your home
This is a fact
In this open space I never look back
Discover it all, float away with a purpose
Mind so open creating space within space to surface
A broad spectrum of uncharted unknowns
I've never felt so close home
Than I do given space
 Mar 2014 Sarah Mulqueen
Aurelio
I used to think I could catch dust motes
with my bare hands.

I would dance around in the sunbeams of my childhood,
watching my hands whip through the slow
drifting constellations of dead skin.

I swore, if I just moved fast enough,
I could cup the colorless specks in my hands.

You were never really mine,
I just thought I held you in a sunlit moment.

T.11.I
Do I need permission
To just simply...

... BE?


I need each and every
One else to be OK...

... With ME.


I don't need a permit to live...

... you'll agree!


I'm cutting the strings.

I set myself FREE.


Soul Survivor
I really feel like this.
I need validation from everyone
Else that it's okay to exist on earth.

I want to know if I need permission
To put up your names on my
POET TREE. Please contact me
Via the site message system.

Se my last post about it.

Catherine
Invoke yourself,
let your imagination flow,
me on my knees praying
to you, my goddess,
separate your delicious-globes,
lower your open-flower,
kiss my prayer-mouth,
let my dreams come true,
cascade your sacredness
into my throat of desire,
allow me to taste
your inner fire.
I'm tired of giving away
Pieces of myself like
Free samples.
 Mar 2014 Sarah Mulqueen
PrttyBrd
**** you Thin Mints!
****   you   all   to   HELL!!!


...*sigh
10w
3214
I watched you as you dreamed away.
...thoughts inside that hidden mind...
behind a lock and key never cease to fascinate me...

I stand outside and look within,
watching and waiting as you
smile and frown,  
knowing that you are a prize most can never seem to win.
I seem to have caught you, for at least a moment and I am grateful for eyes bright and dark that gaze into mine with a strong softness.
The images playing throughout my brain like kisses planted in pouring rain, and chocolate milk bubbles as I smile at you...
will remain on my heart like a fresh tattoo.

You whisper about monsters beneath your bed and I whisper lovely things to you instead.
Demons fly and demons lie.
Angels sigh and angels die.
But if I dance with you under the moonlight,  can we push away the thoughts that make us cry...?
I have seen the scars that hell has made and the beatings never seem to fade but all I want to beat are the devils away so you can gaze into the sun...
Yes I stumble, yes I fall.
Yes, I am a ghost that walks the hall.
But in this house that that is broken down,
an incredible sight is what I found.
Wildflowers were growing on the walls and voices were music like waterfalls.
You ******* out of hiding and not every view is worth the calls...
But I try to breathe, I try to see... the better parts that exist in me,
so I can help bring out the best in you.

So when it is light and when it is dark, when we are together or we are apart...
I'll be the shadows in the back of the room attempting to chase away the gloom...
Whenever wildflowers start to to wither away
A ghostly hand will be there to stop the decay...

...because you are worth the fight
and somewhere in you exists a light that makes the sun jealous of all you bring and causes the universe to dance and sing at the soul existing for just the blink of an eye but one who can light up an entire sky....
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