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She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Apr 2018 Tegan Briant
fallacies
'
our love was a candle
that burned out a long time ago

but the wax just melted
and did not disappear

so let's mold a new candle
from the remains that melted;
let it burn again and again
so we'll feel the warmth
of love all over again

'
We’re dancing on the edge
Between friends and more than friends.

Don’t come any closer,
My mask is on tight.
I know who you are,
But we’re strangers tonight.

No I don’t love you,
I couldn’t if I tried.
And I would never dare,
With the way you almost died.

Blood on the ground,
But we’re feeling fine.
When you take my hands,
We slow dance on the line.

We’re dancing on the edge
Between friends and more than friends.

Don’t say anything,
Some things are best unsaid.
Like what we really are,
If we’re really more than friends.

No I don’t love you,
I couldn’t if I tried.
And I would never dare,
With the way I almost died.

Time is running out,
But we’ll make it out, perchance.
The night is almost over,
But let’s stay for one more dance.

We’re dancing on the edge
Between friends and more than friends.
Our balance is maintained,
At this tightrope masquerade.
 Apr 2018 Tegan Briant
Shobhit
Fear
 Apr 2018 Tegan Briant
Shobhit
What would I be without "the fear" of losing you
this fear is the fuel that keeps me alive.
this fear rejuvenates my love for you every morning.

The reason for this fear?
the incomprehensible doubt in my mind
"What did I do so great to deserve you?"
Is it that "you are with me at your will."
And someday like the wind changes
you will change your mind
and seek for a better and bright on your side
and then I am determined once again
"That day shall not come, not on my watch."
"I am gonna be your MAN for all of your seasons."
This is when "the fear" hits hard again
and I am ready to go all the distances
just to be with you in every lane...
I couldn't care less about
"Inspirational Quotes"
I don't need to be told that
the present is a gift
or what the best thing about
rock bottom is
or that only I can stop forest fires.

If I was to write one myself,
it would have less to do with
landing in the stars,
and more to do with
how much better you could see them
if you had the eyes of an octopus.

See,
Octopi have such phenomenal eyes.
The spectrum of color they see
makes our own look like
the ****** box of crayons
you get at a kids restaurant.
Whereas an octopuses,
would be the beautiful,
64 Crayola pack
I always wanted as a kid.

If I ever went blind,
I think I'd get octopus eye replacements.
And yeah,
I'd probably look weird because
they'd be too big for my head
but can you imagine how
strange and incredible
it would be?
And it wouldn't matter how I look because
how I see things
is more important to me
than how I'm seen.

If there was even the
slightest chance,
of seeing though the
eyes of an octopus,
that's reason enough to be alive.

And if I could take your life
or your perspective,
and change it even a bit,
that's reason enough too.

So look through the
eyes of an octopus.

Can you imagine the stars?
This is one of my very favorite poems that I've ever written.
Can you imagine the stars?
***
 Apr 2018 Tegan Briant
Amy Perry
Caress
The butterflies
In the
Terrarium
Of my heart.
Come see
How they
Dance for you.
How they
Flap a whisper
Of nimble limbs
And draw thoughts
Of you
For my soul to sing.
How I
Want to touch you
With my
Grazing fingers
And wings.
 Mar 2018 Tegan Briant
Heather
Bleak
 Mar 2018 Tegan Briant
Heather
Touch the rain
It may look to you
Like the clouds
Are a sheep
Crying
Because no one counts her
In their sleep
But the beads of blue
Are the stars decorating
The tarmac  
With ghostly grey diamonds
Or perhaps scattering the ashes
Of dead suns
It is the cold kiss
Of the wind
The brutal embrace of a tempest
The rain will wash
The pain right off you
Because those tiny lagoons
Are asteroids that never grew up
Most people I know hate rain because it’s inconvenient. I think the rain is beautiful.
Her solemn eyes shares the work of a torn heart
She gazes into a darkened abyss she calls her melancholia
A place, cold and familiar, like a bedroom closet
It is neither open nor closed; the home of dim secrets

She feels and feels and feels until numb
Detached is far better, oh sister of her apathy
Where is the strength to rise?
To harvest again the morning sun

It takes all her power as she clings
She fights to remember that once she was happy
A gleaner of laughter and hope
She is worthy of a second chance
The sky is so tragically beautiful;
A graveyard of stars.
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