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 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
Melissa S
A single red rose surrounded by a
world made up of black and white
Just wanting to blend in
not make a fuss or cause any fight
This rose is very special
all the beauty she has on the outside
comes from the light she carries on the inside
Part of her beauty is the not knowing
and her ability to just blow in the wind
The trees would try and whisper to her
but she would never listen...
Until one day the whispering was so loud
she could not help but to just stop and hear
They said " It is okay to be different, embrace it
Be confident within yourself and you will be
amazed what changes you will then see."
"You see the change to accept who you are
is inside us all and then and only then
can you be who you truly are meant to be"
Soon this beautiful rose began to just blossom
and everyone saw this and wanted it too
Before too long there was a colorful sea of change
That came about as far as the eyes could see
The world accepted the rose and accepted themselves
and became who they are meant to be
So much color surrounds the red rose now that
she is never alone and whenever she wants a moment of solitude
she just goes and finds a nice shade ....
and Ya know what? she has never been so happy :)
Sorry for my absence~  I have not been inspired lately to write until the other day I noticed both of my beautiful nieces grown up right before my eyes. It just happens so fast and you just have to grasp onto the people you love so tight. I have missed you all here at HP very much and Happy New Year!!
I have black shoes.
I bet they look like
someone elses.
Isn't it weird,
how,
everyone is interconnected?
Isn't it insane
that maybe
I've already met you...
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
Iwo Edwin
I* want to be great
I want to be rich
I want peace
I want to be fulfilled
it is all about *I

I I
I I I

What is it with i, I asked?
will I even find true love?
Is I where I is meant to be?
Will I ever get an audience?
Will they FEEL I the way I FEELS other successful people?

I is worried.
I is sad.
I is troubled.
I is hmm...
I don't know what to say,
But finally I is alone his world.
I is alone in her world.
If I succeeds I is happy
It is all about I
                          I
                               ­ I
I is like you
I is you.
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
TJ
Confusion
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
TJ
Soft warm kisses
tender touches
simple bliss turns...
sudden withdrawal
body trembles
don't make my mind stay
don't let me float away...
cold hard lips
intruding hands
despair and darkness
greets me again
don't tell me that you love me
don't hold you love from me...
gentle bodies mingle
lust and passion
grasping for each other
gasping for air
stealing the innocence
power and greed
don't look at me
don't let me lose your gaze...
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
TJ
Inspire Me
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
TJ
I want to pick up my pen
and draw the sky
with the words as my clouds
that rain inspiration
for me
for all
down the drops fall
and up, spring the flowers
blooming in all colors
bright, strong, and free
they grow and reach for the sun
smiling upon them
their scent dance in the soft wind
capturing the birds and bees
how wonderful this sight I see
the sight I made with simple poetry
Fading alive in this sleepless time
                                   Erasing the roads that I  have climbed
                                    Lines tucked away
                                    As I crave bravery
Silent pond ripples—
She dips her toes in water,
Soft *******, stiffen.
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
g clair
just...
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
g clair
Me
riding on the winds of mediocrity
waiting on a time when you and I will be
we are not the same as what we used to be
making up is lame when it's not happening
anyway
that's okay
save it for another day

You
Quiet on the end of telephone
and you
calling every day
yet I am still alone
then
when it's getting late and I have had enough
we're
serving up another plate of goodnight stuff.

and anyway
that's okay
save it for another day

Yeah anyway
that's okay
it's alright
not tonight
never mind
not unkind
understand
out of hand
okay then
I'll be there
when you tbink
I don't know
say a prayer
Hang it up
there you go
for all we know
that's the show
still just me.
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
Sia Jane
Under my bed, hid
a tendered angel,
who had
broken wings,
and she was,
terrified to move
for all she knew
was to
fly.

She sat,
knees wrapped,
to her
chest, crystal tears,
dropping to
her pastel pink
woven
and embroidery
dress.

She looked,
glancing at me
saying she
swam,
in the pools
of her own
tears,
and that she
lost strength.

Her endeavours to
swim further,
were stinted,
she was forced
to be,
parsimonious
and so,
she closed her eyes
letting go.

When she woke,
she found herself,
in darkness, only
the moon lit,
her darkened
space,
phrenic activity
haunting her
mind.

As delicately as,
my body
allowed,
I lay flat down,
so not to scare, her
reaching out,
I collect broken glass,
shattered wings,
bleeding from her.

(The angel was called Rebelle Fleur, she allowed me to ever so carefully, take her from under the bed, and to hold her, with grace and elegance, she lifted her tiny frame, and stood, without her wings, and ever so softly whispered her name, asking me to help fix her wings, so she could once again fly and be free)

© Sia Jane
 Feb 2014 TinaMarie
Sia Jane
Condensation left, the window blind
smudging with a bare hand
the panes allow sight, to
the restlessness of the trees
and the blustering leaves
rain forming puddles

Seeing him wave, from across
the street with, board in hand
smiling upwards, glancing
the butterflies kick and twist
"Meadow, Meadow.."
"Shush, I know, he's outside!"

Her little sister was always
part of, the games too
she knew their ma, would
never allow Meadow out
barely allowed, away  from sight,
overprotective eyes

Cady patiently waited, beside
the park gate, as always
as he watched his girl, run
freedom and beauty in her
eyes, a manifestation of
the name she was graced with

Indigo jeans, bleeding
into the rain, as she splashes
through, puddles reflecting
her love, as he smiles with
bright eyes, embracing her
sweet sixteen kisses, connect

Racing through the field, kids
crazy in love, sketching names
into hollowed out trees,
drinking beer, sparking a
doobie, last nights skater
smoking session, come undone

Hours pass, dark skies blacken
street lights lead, a pathway
home, laughter echoes
she's to climb the tree, crawl
in through the window
slightly parted for her return

Great escapes, all well and good,
falling drunk and high, left
her misunderstood, no way
back in home, she calls
"Skylar, can you let me in!"
"Coming now.."

Their kiss lingered, Cady pulled
away, and waved looking back
as his skate board took him
back down the street, home
"You love him Meadow!"
"Skylar, I really do."

© Sia Jane
Eleutheromania - the intense and irresistible desire for freedom.
I had in mind a story of a young girl, battling a cancer, but needing to just know what being sixteen is, and the connection she has with her little sister to help her live some of what her mother keeps her from.
Innocence.
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