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IF the oriole calls like last year
when the south wind sings in the oats,
if the leaves climb and climb on a bean pole
saying over a song learnt from the south wind,
if the crickets send up the same old lessons
found when the south wind keeps on coming,
we will get by, we will keep on coming,
we will get by, we will come along,
we will fix our hearts over,
the south wind says so.
 Jun 2015 Annalise Berkeley
Inna
nobody ever really
fully grasps a concept
what we know
are merely shadows
just empty projections

we try to make
illusions of convesations
exchanging nods of affirmation
yet are devoid of comprehension

we dine with strangers
whose whims, whose dreams,
whose greatest fears
we think we know
but no

along never ending
mirror walls, we walk
surmising our reflections
as who we are
even how disfigured,
distorted they may be

all we do is crawl
inside ill-lighted caves
pretending to know
what lies ahead
until we stumble
until we're dead
a poem a day
I was once hurt
When someone
Has bitten me on the back

I once cried and pout
When a man
Has cheated me, full-packed

I was once on the ground
Stood and fought
Started moving on

I once pulled myself
Though it's hard
That I'll be happy, someday, soon

Now, I am standing
Here I walk
Trying to use my feet

Going to my destiny
Hold joy forever
With happiness that I shall meet

This is what you need
To have faith, not fear
Someday you will see

When love hurts much
Stop, live, move on
Throw the memories, set it free!
For the broken-hearted ones...


*A writing exercise :)
Take me, take my body
My skin, my *******, my little ***
Take in my scent
Take in the way I breathe when you enter me
Take in the way it feels when I scratch your back with my claws
Take in my nakedness
Take me, take my body
But don't take my soul
Don't take my love
You can have my body
But you can't have me
You won't want me
You only want my body
And the way it makes you feel
The way it makes you feel when I let you take me!
January 17, 2015
You were the rainstorm of joyful souls
Filled with vibrance and life
With splashing puddles against dancing feet
And the feeling of having more than just a pulse,
But possibly a purpose or a reason.
You were the light for the hopeless,
The lantern of chances
That shined through the darkest alleys
With shadows cast by the moon.
You were the calm and crazed paradox of the ocean
With a heart that was created to live
And a mind that was made to be tame
But a life that was caught in a whirlwind of riptides and tsunamis.
You were the green of the grass
And the pink, purple, and orange of the sunset
With the varying shades of blue and green from the sea.
You were the wonders of my own world
And the Hell of your own.
I was doing bad until you showed up,
Saying ,,what the **** is wrong with you"
I said ,,nothing" with smile on my face,
She said ,,do what you want to do"
So I started to say how much I love her.

I was expecting the same thing from her,
I said ,,why don't you say something"
She doesn't answered anymore.
I said ,, do what you want to do"
And she left.

Since god made me bleed,
With unspoken words,
With words that doesn't really matter something,
With words that fits perfectly on paper,
I started writing poems.

Since i've started loving you,
Since i've started entering in your beautiful soul,
Since you've got control on my mind,
You're the reason i can't sleep at night.

You light up my life, darling,
Everything has sense,
Since you told me
,,I love you"
lay down on the ground
look up, see the clouds
open up your heart to me
last place you thought you'd be

this part will give you more
just walk on through the door
put your hand in mine
feel the warmth inside

lets not play rewind
I can't help but feel blind
inside these heavy walls
meet me on the other side

a subtle wound is all
that pierces all of me
this time it's too thick
a thorn for every trick

you must know how I feel
I can tell that's real
there's something in your smell
I know it all too well

It's easier over there
where everything is bare
struggling for the words
leave it for the birds

conclusion must it be
will you ever see?
darkness won't help us here
it's about you and me
The window
So cold
Though the
Air is warm
And still
For Kelley A Vinal, whom I though might like this.

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