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Ben Fernekees Dec 2011
nightmares turn to truth
scars become reality
memories are reborn

a quick flash of a blade
stumbles away
blocking by the mind

truth shows itself
scars turn to wounds
time is reversed

red rubbies drip again
the mind is open
life is revealed
ciannie Sep 2015
-and we were sat
in front of the sea
illuminated in moony streetlights
watching the silver worm of the swashing waves
inky black except for that contact

and across the water
distant lights shone, red, yellow, white
fast food commercialised with the big yellow M
sitting in our laps
the night cold, and we two shivering
although we both refuse to be warmed by the other's coat

and our song plays
and I look to you
sat by me on the cold bench
you, physical, mass, warm and breathing
you existing
and the song carries on

our mistakes, they were bound to be made,
but I promise you I'll keep you safe

and I do promise
because you are there
breathing next to me
and you exist
and that's all I need
poem from a memory of mine, a very treasured one too
ciannie Sep 2015
constant bodies around our lands
who slip and trespass within
one another
and their depths appear quite endless
although they cannot reach a core
ink and sky churned to one
sustaining of most life
mostly mystery
beautiful
blue
sort of a riddle, not quite, pretty easy if I am honest
normally I rhyme...this...this was painful for me
B Young Apr 2015
this is just something written to stand the test of time
Megha Balooni Feb 2015
I tried to walk
About in the woods
And dense evergreen forests
That are filled with monsoon
Which would've hit it moments back
And before the roots could actually seep it all in
The mangroves witness the shower again.

I tried to romanticize
Scribbling about the way he'd curl up
Beside
His fingers in my hair
Each strand longing for his affection
Longing this magnetic attraction
Between my hair and his stubble face.

I tried meeting people
Having interactions in my head
Portraits of people and learning
About their cultures and
Means of existence and more.

I tried to write
I tried to write impossibly
Of the things I'd never lived
Witnessing is an act,
Living is a dream.

I tried dreaming
I tried dreaming of all that could be
Could have been;
All the intricate fallacies
The make believes.


I was trying to write impossibly
Of the things I'd never lived
And then reality struck me.
Megha Balooni Feb 2015
Its the first photograph in my mind, of you, when you stood out in a crowd of a thousand.
For me that moment is the first touch when your eyes met mine questioning why I wouldn't stop looking.
Its was the first time you cried on my shoulder and my heart wouldn't stop crying too.
For me it was the first time we stood ten feet apart and it still felt as close as a heartbeat to me.
Its the first love, you're going to be my first till my last.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
we’re separated by miles theoretically
Our hearts, by a few yards until recently
i can hear you still, like last year
last year, when we were one soul
there was no separation
i tie my hair
untie them
and tie them once more
glance at the clock
the watches
the phone
i can still hear you in a distance
a few miles
a few miles
or maybe a few yards
i can hear the heart ticking
our pulses racing
racing away
from that one moment
one moment that lost us more
more of a you and a me
i type aggressively
not to match our beats anymore
heart beats
pulses
deep and heavy breaths
we were pretty sure of ourselves
deceiving a separation, measurable,
and finally its the distance
The distance
The distance
Some distance
the distance that got between you and me.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
I.
I see colors
And patterns
And words
And they don't make sense to anyone.
Apart from me.
No I'm not lonely.
I'm just different from anyone I met.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
I puked.
Then brushed
And then puked some more
Will you kiss me like you did before?
My breath
Is pale
Smells of some *** and whisky
And *****
And God knows what I mixed last night
Would you dare breathing me again?
My eyes
Are droopy, soggy
They're sleep deprived
They're missing your presence in sight
Would you look into them and quench the thirst?
I've been lost too long
And found not often
I can walk
I can run
I can smile the pain away
I can forget tears
I can hold happiness even in a pensive bottle
I can be the warmth of a hidden sun on a foggy winter morn
I can be so much more that I'll never believe
Would you like to be a part of all that and me?
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
A piece of cake.
Hot melted chocolate syrup and a scoop of ice cream on the sides.

A piece of me.
I found that in people and connected with them over in different ways

A piece of memory.
It once haunted me to go back in time for I was afraid of opening doors I'd closed hard. Once I opened them again, it doesn't seem so bad now.

A piece of stuffed cheese pizza.
Do hell with a piece, I want the entire thing! Make it large please?

Pisces ♓
I kind of connect with these people. But its an explosive relation, if I get to be in one with a person from this sun sign. read: Ma

A piece of puzzle
I remember as a kid I used to be so careful to not even lose a single one else I'd throw the entire puzzle away.

A piece of paper
They used to make paper boats and birthday hats out of it together when young. Now these two brothers can't get enough fighting over it.
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