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Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

I stare up at the clouds and wonder what you would see
           if you were still looking up with me
I imagine you're looking down now, down at earth, at me
I wonder what your laugh would sound like, grown up
My heart is trying so hard not to break every time I think
           of your sweet smile and the rest of my body shakes
The tears don't come any more, not that I was ever one to cry

When night falls
            and I see the stars, I look at my wrist and recall how
            I had to compose my self enough to tell the artist how
            to spell your name
When night falls
            the moon is still enough to light up my arm so that
            I can trace the script with my fingertips
When night falls
            I can't do anything but quietly whisper *"I'm sorry."


            **I don't know why I'm the miracle and you're the memory
First line is from "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City.
I haven't heard that song in forever.
 Nov 2015 Tahirih Manoo
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This time I had realised
I am falling
Deepest from my heart
Loving you

Unconditional love
Only for you
To spend my lifetime with

Hear my confession
Trust me
All for you

Wishing you are mine
Until my last breath

May the Al-Mighty would grant my wishes.
AYR.
I always look forward to moments at supper
When we savor mama’s delicacies lacquered in pepper
Whilst listening to your narrations of fables
Cast in antiquity, of beings and their hustles.
Your razor sharp wit always on beck and call
To solve all thorny issues no matter how small.
Spotting an imperfection so perfect
To think you circumspect
Would be a costly error
Needless to say you still champion the era
Of pre-digital awareness
Yet you harness
Technology with mind boggling dexterity.
No wonder you possess an unmatched temerity.
This poetic piece
an afterthought after realization that I've
several poetic pieces of mama and not even one of papa.
This one is to 'knock papa out"....:-)
 Nov 2015 Tahirih Manoo
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bridges can burn when you're not looking
sometimes, you can be five hundred miles away
and arsonists will strike, not even in the dead of night
when you return- nothing is the same, you're not sure why
you just miss the old way, but once it's been burned
you can't make the crumbling ashes stay
and it hurts.
You Don't Need To Be Pretty To Be Loved
You Just Need to Have A Soul
 Nov 2015 Tahirih Manoo
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and I also wish everyone was friendly towards me
because it's not like I blew up the ******* world-
I'm tired of half-side glances and avoided eye contact and
body language where they point their feet away and
checking the time, I don't know what I did to deserve that
you know? I'm just as hurt and ****** up as some of them
and just as happy and chill and laid back as some of them
and just as good of a friend as some of them
(but from what I've seen, that's not saying much.)
had homecoming tonight- I wish everyone was just nicer to each other. These school-wide events are starting to really get under my skin. Not sure if I'm being overly sensitive but I'm tired of being treated like a loser.
True eternal Greatness
Springs
From a fountain
Of abject humility.
Eminence,distinction near look a likes
of the phenomenon that's greatness
a phenomenon that quite distinctly
escapes distinct definite placing.
guess it does a lot of "face saving"
I look me in the eye
Then look around me
I instantaneously heave
A loud silent sigh of relief
It’s a heartwarming realization
That mine insecurities
Are a mere drop in the ocean
in the expanse dichotomy of
inconveniencing cicumstance
That most people willingly or unwillingly
Find themselves in
A silent inward prayer is all
That I hurriedly mumble
To He the perfect engineer
of life itself.
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