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 Jan 2014 Tabitha
brooke
Transpose.
 Jan 2014 Tabitha
brooke
you're living under a warm
pink light and I can see you
holding her hand between
the wooden seats in that
cafe

there's a glass of cold water
on my desk and I'm about
to go to bed.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

a poem about acceptance.
he so delighted
in exploring her garden's
bloom of loveliness
 Jan 2014 Tabitha
cursed
Seventeen
 Jan 2014 Tabitha
cursed
She is seventeen

She heard his wish - the boy who wished upon her at the balcony. She heard his worries. About how he is worried of not passing his examination, about the way his parents treat him and about the way his heart never settles since the day he left his significant other.
                             "Was it my fault?"
He asked as he buried his head in his palms and stare at the falling stars on that one lucky night. A moment there he felt like the star answered him. A moment there he felt the star is looking at him in hopes he feels the magical feeling she is feeling now that she is seventeen. The magical feeling she felt and how she is too naive that she fell at first sight on the boy who told him his worries. She fell to the earth of her feelings.

She is seventeen.

Was it really hope? Did she really fell in love with hope? Or was it still the boy on that balcony? She felt the presence of faith and she knew faith was always right. By the time she really fell head over heels on hope, faith brought a friend.
     Trust.
Was she strong enough to trust?
Was she strong enough to have faith in her hopes.
                                   Yet she still has hopes on waking up the next day with faith by her side and trust in her heart.
        So, how does it feels to really felt right?
                         How does it feels to have the feelings at the right places?

She is seventeen.

"Do I really want to stay like this forever?" She asked herself.
               To have no worries and be a child at heart and out. To escape the reality when she really need reality to escape the magical feelings.
Did she really took Peterpan's hand and flew to Neverland and never came back?
                                     Did the sleeping pills worked?
When the clock strikes 6, and the morning came, her mom at her door knocks on thrice.
                                "Jane, wake up." With a voice as soft as the feelings of her comforters that surrounds her body.
                                                           ­             "In a minute."
She took his hand and flew to Neverland but once she saw the mermaids in Mermaid Lagoon, she swam and fell in love with water. She sat on a rock and hold Peter's hand and again she felt those magical feelings again. She kissed Peter's cheek and told him,
                                                            ­   "I need to escape this magical feelings."
And so she woke up on her bed.

She is seventeen.

Forgiving was hard.
           Forgetting was harder.
Yet, those words seems so easy for her now.
                                              The magical feelings that has long gone, made it harder.
She swam through life and sometimes she would choke on the water and stop. But she knows the ocean is big and she never stopped swimming. She met the dolphins and fishes, she even met a few big waves. But she knows there will be a boat right behind her to save her when she's drowning.
        Sometimes she felt it is stupid for her to not sculpt her life before doing anything but she loves the water ever since the Mermaid Lagoon so she continues what she loves. Sometimes she feels someone looking upon her like the boy at the balcony who told her his worries. She felt the pixie dust who tried to help her bit by bit; trying to let her fly and skip the horrendous waves.
                                                          ­Sometimes she used it
                                                              ­      Sometimes she told him no and she swam again.

She is seventeen.

Yet she danced on Jupiter, hopped on the rings of Saturn, fell in love at first sight, went to Neverland, met the mermaids, her first love was someone who never want to grow up, and she swam the oceans. *Was she still a beautiful aurora?
I answered one of my friend's prose so I used some of her words but, do enjoy.

(n.a)
 Jan 2014 Tabitha
eli
you see, IT'S ABOUT KILLING PEOPLE,
about THE RIGHTEOUS & THE WICKED,
THE UNDIVIDED SELF.

ARE YOU THE ONE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR?
here, WHERE TWO BODIES LIE,  I COULD STAY HERE FOREVER.
on THE LAST DAY WE EVER CLOSE OUR EYES,
the HARBOUR LIGHTS will be in GRAYSCALE.

MY MISTAKE, I BELIEVE IN SYMPATHY.
sing me A LULLABY FOR THE LONELY,
and we'll HEAD FOR THE COUNTRY.

you set off these LITTLE EARTHQUAKES in me.
you're in the PASSENGER SEAT, telling me to
HOLD ON TIGHTLY, LET GO LIGHTLY.
POLARIS can't guide us anymore.

i am the BLACK CROW KING, you are OFF THE MAP.
GRIEF CAME RIDING through our souls, darling,
WHAT DO YOU GO HOME TO? GET OUT.
there's BLOOD ON  THE LEAVES,
FROM THE EDGE OF THE DEEP GREEN SEA.

WITH YOUR GREATEST FEARS REALIZED, YOU WILL NEVER BE COMFORTED.

WHY ARE YOU LOOKING GRAVE?
THE EARTH DIED SCREAMING.
(c) shiloh renee 2013
 Jan 2014 Tabitha
Basko
He asked me
"Basko, whats life about?
What is it about?"
Life is to live my cousin
why such doubt?

"To live? but how?"
To live till your breath shall allow
"But brother of mine,
do we live to breathe and waste time?"

Waste time? time is not your possession
Time cannot take an intervention
and cannot be used
It flows and blows
never hurt,
never bruised.
It simply
moves
in the underground ocean tunnel
a golden boy with big dreams
drives a 5 speed and despite his tight jeans
his copilot companion is side-seat driving
while he employs reckless steering-weel styling

sarcophagul stasis is most surprising an outcome
for him with his personal aversion to dying

he was in a coma overnight
suddenly eyes are open
above an apathetic white pillow
and all around him people are crying

a partial paraplegic is pledging his allegiance
in his town he's an ornament parked upon the bleachers
thirty years later most assume he was a war hero
but he was just twenty getting road dome on the way home
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