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 Feb 2013 Sophia Nuanez
alexandra
salt water breath
i'm thinking about air or an heir or whatever you call it,
whatever you think i'm thinking cause i don't know how to explain this feeling
heart is aching and breaking as time goes on
freezing in the lack of ocean, fresh air, and sight of the milkyway
how my body craves the smell of salt and family,
the desire keeps me up at night with taunting dreams of gummy bears and the breeze,
never thought i'd say i'd miss a mode of transport that makes me physically ill,
red eye lids, and chapped lips pine for a better way to sleep due to the sick desire for some place a little rarer
i will never feel your hand on the small of my back,
or hear you breathing softly in an afternoon nap.
i will never hold your hand while you drive me home,
or kiss you goodbye as the moon begins to show.
i will miss out on your achievements and victories,
someone else will wipe your tears when you scrape your knees.
i will never get to watch you play guitar in person,
or snuggle and watch LORD OF THE RINGS: THE EXTENDED VERSION!
i will be absent at your birthday parties, decline your invitations,
but please understand i loved you without any hesitation.
 Feb 2013 Sophia Nuanez
Ray
I feel ***** when you call out my name
it's a shame
'cause you make me ***
but you can't make my heart race
and you kiss me hard
but you don't leave me breathless
you can stroke my cheek
but it won't make my hair raise

'cause at the end of the day
when you cry out my name
all I'll say is it's a shame
that I can't love you the same
 Feb 2013 Sophia Nuanez
jalalium
John's morning are failed evasions
Life busted him again, shortened vacation
Nights are for him the perfect occasions
To hide from life for a certain duration

John plays hide and seek with people
So their happiness does not find his pain
Because negatives are not good multiples
His sufferance is permanent, any help is in vain

John likes to eat when he remembers
That a full stomach enjoys cigarettes better
He is one of lung cancer's  club members
The mailman recently handed him the letter

John brings cigarette butts in contact with his skin
And presses them to feel, a verb he is usually lacking
He has no fear but the fear of happiness
It is a ghost of very persuasive nastiness

John counts days, sees them running and wishes they flew
Death is imminent, death is around the corner, death is at his pursue
Death, for john is the clue
Does John need rescue?
 Feb 2013 Sophia Nuanez
Anjelica
A kiss
A hug
a touch
What do they all mean?
They don't mean anything,
you give them meaning.
They are feelings expressed through
finger tips
lips
bodies.
Be there when it happens,
the face of a man coming close
to You.
I giggled,
you might too.
But even after the excitement
and the shared glance and curling of a smile.
When all the blood
rushes to your Heart,
and shocks your toes.
It still has no definition,
no defining meaning behind it.
It is something to be
felt
expressed
and understood
But how can one understand
something the is so far from understanding
that you feel it in your finger nails?
You can't,
you must simply open up to the
Experience
Be there,
don't think about anything else,
Simply Be....

isn't that what we agreed upon?
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