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 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
Tammy M Darby
Let me lie
On star dust covered sheets
White roses strewn around
Rest my hand near a protective heart
Where no menacing shadows abound

Allow me to inhale the incense of my lover
Across my body his mystical cover
Lay my head on calm broad chest
As the sun sets red and pink in the west

Placing my small hand in his
With my eyes I quietly plead
Unlock my red barbed chains
Catch me when I stumble and fall
Dance with me  in the pouring rain

Let me lie
On stardust covered sheets
White roses strewn around
With you forever my dearest love
Until the death of time

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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby  Jan.28, 2014
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
anonymous
some people mourn over the lovers they lost
who may live in different parts of town
who may live in different cities, different countries
or sometimes halfway across the world
therefore it's reasonable that they be utterly upset
or so they say

to them, it is only okay
because they are unable to see them on a daily basis
but what if i told you
that the one i love lives just one block away?
many people would think
"wow, you're definitely luckier than most people"

but tell me
do you know what it feels like
to live one block away from the person you love
who's heart is taken by someone else
and never being able to see them
or build up the nerve
to even say hi?

as i stare out the streetcar window
i wish that maybe, just maybe
you would walk up the stairs of this same streetcar
see my face & just stare
the way that you used to
and maybe that one glance
would make you fall in love with me
all over again
maybe, just maybe

*a
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
Marian
I'm dreaming beside the creek
I'm dreaming of skies with aurora hue
I'm dreaming beside the ocean
Of angels singing and playing their golden harps
I'm dreaming in the forest
Of fairies dancing on the pine needle
And moss carpeted forest floor
I'm dreaming in the woodlands
Of a place where time is eternal
And where wishes come alive
A place where dreams, fantasy, and illusions exist
I'm dreaming in the meadow
Of a world to call my own
Free of pain and sorrow
Where nothing bad or tragic ever happens
And where everything is sheer bliss
And pure magic
I'm dreaming in fields of flowers
Of true love that lasts forever
With no hearts ever broken
Or no tears ever shed
I'm dreaming on the mountain
Of a friend who understands
One whose always there to hold my hand
And tell me it's okay
The one who puts their arms around me
Or offers me a shoulder whenever I cry
I'm dreaming on the shores of time
Of orchestras singing me lullabies
Whenever I feel sleepy or tired
Or perhaps playing a tune to calm me down
Whenever I feel panicky because I'm scared
I'm dreaming underneath a tree
While the sun slants it's rays across my cheeks
Dreaming of everything pretty
Of life calm and cool
Forever tranquil
I'm dreaming of all the things
That make you and me happy
The things that are so pleasant and cheerful
I'm dreaming about you as well
And when I wake up from these
Happy and all-too-short journeys
I wonder, are you dreaming about me too?

*~Marian~
Another random poem, that just came to me!! (: ~~~~<3
Hope you enjoy it!! :) ~~~~~~<3
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
Doris
"With tears in my eyes and love consuming my soul,
I fought for you.
In the war we met each other
To how we became one,
I fought for you.
In the days of mixed colors, a sweet warm breeze; it was picture perfect,
I fought for you.
In the twisted night, trapped willfully;  screaming silently to escape,
I fought for you.
I watched you as you held me in the soft secrets whispered we promised each other,
I fought for you.
In the dim light of morning we were lost in hopes and dreams of what could be,
I fought for you.
In the moments I thought the dim would magically turn to bright,
I fought for you.
In the moment of what could have been your last breath, I held mine and,
I fought of you.
When it was said and done, when the light crept up, I was blind; in a wild twist of only skin and bare bones, naked, shaking my head to hold your hand, blaming the boy...
I fought for us.
In parting ways, a river always flowing together we have reached the bend together parts of us will always be shared; parts of me, I would never asked to be returned.
In the dim of morning, in the dark of night, in the shadow of two.
I fight for me. "
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
Rhea Nadia
Storm
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
Rhea Nadia
stôrm/
                     a violent disturbance of the atmosphere.
                                                     ­    of my atmosphere

You are the only one I lived through.
- In a sense of comfort and survival.

They warned me about you.
They told me to pack my things while I was young and had time.
They told me to pack light because I would need what energy I had left.
                                        
                       ­                          THEY TOLD ME.
 
but I believed you would be gentle. I knew I had done just the right amount of observing and that I  had   you figured out. I told them not to worry about me because I knew exactly what I was dealing with. I told them I would love you, no matter the damage. "There is nothing that cannot be fixed."

And to this day I'm still holding onto that, trying to believe it.
This home I spent 22 years building and securing, is now one with the ground.
My walls that I finally found the perfect shade of teal for, all red now.
Standing in the middle of this ruin, no windows, no door, nowhere to hide.
I have fallen into *disrepair
and you meant to do it. It's in your nature and I knew it!
Was it confidence or ignorance that led to my unseeing belief in you?
                                                      (your ability to be tender and serene)

"The calm after the storm..." Is that what I was supposed to hope for?
No, of course not. I should have known better than that because we all know

Storms never do last forever.

**© 2014 Rhea Nadia
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
tori
beauty
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
tori
She was drowning in her own self misery;
her own negative self righteousness consuming her every thought.
Through the hurt and despair,
she saw the pin size amount of light the universe had to offer.
Reaching to grab it,
it slipped though her small and frail fingers.
Over powered with darkness,
she tried to go with the beastly creature.
It's name: Depression.
Somehow, the light managed to sneak into her last few seconds of life.
Bliss,
Optimism,
Love entered her eyes.
She saw the beauty in everything around her;
birds singing their hearts out
vibrant colors
music
sunshine
flowers
there was beauty, like there has always been
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
anonymous
they say love is patient
they say love is kind
but how would love be
in the wrong state of mind?

you think you're attracted
but what if it's just the looks?
you're only feeling lonely
which is the reason you're hooked

don't fall in love
when you're feeling alone
fall in love when the time is right

for i know how it all ends up
our memories that were once so colourfully vivid
have turned black and white

*a
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
anonymous
i want to kiss you
and make you feel loved
even if i've failed many times
doing so
i want to hold your hand
just like you held mine
and run my fingers
past your knuckles
i want to marry every bit of you
because i don't want you
to age without me
i want to tell you that i'm sorry
i let you down
rejecting all your love
because now i miss it all
not just the memories
but i miss every vein in your body
i miss the eyelashes that hover your eyes
and i miss the lines on your palm
i miss the colour of your eyes
when the sun shines upon it
i miss the jacket you covered me with
the love that you clothed me with
and the company you provided me with
i want to marry every bit of you
because i don't want you
to age without me
i want to tell you that i'm sorry
i let you down
rejecting all your love
because now i miss it all
not just the memories
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
anonymous
lately
 Jan 2014 ShaeZen
anonymous
lately i've been gathering my feelings
and have been trying to put them into my poetry
but they don't exactly come out how i want them to

i have words in my mind
but as they process through to my fingers
i, all of a sudden, turn numb
as if the words have frozen in my veins

i wouldn't say i'm depressed
more like a little unsatisfied with the things that have been happening lately
or the things that haven't been happening

and everyone says to stay happy
but it's easy to say that
when you're not the one overthinking every night;
it's easy to say that because you're happy with your own life

but of course i'm not upset that you're happy
for all i know, you probably deserve to be
i'm just sick and tired of hearing that i should lighten up
from people who aren't constantly dodging the darkness
from people who aren't battling between what they want, have and need
and most of all, from people who think they know
exactly what i'm feeling
when they really have no idea

*a
the explanation for all my (kind of) depressing poems. i haven't really been myself lately and poetry's helped me release some of my stress; even if i'm not really good at it. this is just a little rant i wanted to get out there. please don't take what you have for granted because nothing should have to disappear for us to realize what we once had or what was once there.
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