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I've never understood
What this really meant...
So I'll tell you what I've gathered
From all the ones I've seen
Hand over their hearts
To "The One" of their dreams.
                
Love is a ray of sunshine
On a lonely, hopeless day.
Love is that immense joy
That can never be portrayed.

Love is that rush of adrenaline
The surge of aliveness in your bones
The craving for skin on skin,
The lust for the one, deep within.

Love is a promise
An oath of "together forever".
But love is a coin with two sides,
And here's the reason why.

Love is a weakness,
You depend on another.
Love is destruction,
When that person leaves, for some other.

Love is desperation,
When you blindly trust.
Love is the need
To find someone to lust.

Love is agonising
When you're not good enough.
Because love never lasts long
But is left as ashes and dust.
                  
That is why
On the subject of love
I'm thoroughly confused
I've explained why, above.
Honestly, it scares me.
I wonder if birds count themselves lucky
To find themselves free in the sky.
Knowing they can escape up into the air.
They just have to spread their wings and fly.

I wonder what happens if they somehow fall,
And they find themselves bound to the ground.
Do they just accept their fate,
And fade away without a sound?

Or do they thrash and yammer
Until they can't anymore.
Then, just lay there and look up,
Remembering how it used to be before?

Do they fear that they are prey,
Another species' meal?
Or do they lose all their senses,
And choose not to feel?

I wonder if they're left just a little bit hopeful
That help may come along,
So they don't completely give up,
And try to keep themselves strong?

Or if they just lay there,
And wait for their eyes to close tight,
And slip away happily.
Surrendering without a fight.

I think, if I were a bird,
Who fell down from the sky,
I'd fight, thrash, yammer and hope..
Until the day I found myself capable of spreading my wings to fly.
4th August 2015

© All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
bumble fumble,
off the tree,
crumble shatter,
become free,
respectfully.
©NivedaAmber
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eyelashes laden with snowflakes,
heavy already with tear drops,
frozen stains of red around,
heavy breath, still and sound,
whistling breeze,
no summer trees,
where waters freeze,
and cold are keys,
no bumble bees
over humble pies,
everything dry,
everything white,
frozen and still
her dainty eyes,
don't look at her,
for she might smile,
at your hopelessness,
your untidiness,
at your fate
of dire unrest,
and when you look into her eyes,
you'll feel the pain she went through,
and your hand might tremble before you
break her into pieces,
with that axe in your hands,
why are you scared now that you've already killed her?
yes I know,the regret,
and her soulful stare
that might end up taking away your entire life..
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A mannequin as I know I am,
Soul-less, without life,
You gave me your heart and might
Just to keep me safe..
You dressed me up from dawn to dusk,
You said I needed a name,
Stephany, Mary or Carrie
Would be good instead,
You talked to me
spilled your thoughts out,
You said I couldn't pretend,
You said, "If only you could understand,
I'd love you till the end"
looking at you I would wisper softly,
"I do understand, talk to me!
hear me out! "
Never leave my grip,
Listen to me,
If only you could,
With you I'd spend my life,
until and till the end..
Holding my tiny waist,
You'd protect me from falling,
down and getting hurt,
Perhaps by an unbalenced trolley,
Everytime you'd look into my eyes,
my world would stand at halt,
For you, I was just a doll,
To be handled, to be cared for,
for me, you a hero,
A tireless lover,
who inspires me,
Somehow a lot.
I know you cannot,
translate what I'm saying,
nor can you feel my feelings,
For my thoughts are silent as I speak,
*And my speach, as I speak, Silent.
©NivedaAmber
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the loneliest place is where you stand alone,
with your own heart in your hands,
in the middle of a chirping crowd,
with no one to hold
the loneliest place is where you stand alone,
with nothing to think about,
With a mind so empty
that emptiness, you think, can eat you whole,
when you live in silence
and when you walk the world,
with nothing but a bottomless soul,
the loneliest place is where you stand alone..
©NivedaAmber
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