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I juiced the oranges
That grew from my limbs
And poked holes to drain sap from my shins
With needles and pins

You suckled from the fruit
Forbidden, it be
And leached life from this succulent tree
No scrapes on your knees

Tangled vines sprouted up
Took hold on my throat
And my small branches, one by one broke
Along with my hope

Do not follow me, dear
Into these woods, thick
The darkness will creep up on you quick
It's only a trick
6, 5, 9, 5
we often mistake spaces for emptiness
when we are powerless
when we are boundless

we often don't realise
these spaces aren't empty
and we can be anything
we have a finite life
with infinite choices

so that's why these spaces are blank;
the vacancy awaits to be occupied
 Jun 2014 Turquoise Mist
Renn Pat
A pain like no other,

but the greatest lesson learned.

Sometimes its necessary,

to revisit the greatest bridge you ever burned.

Give up on forgetting,

because it will always be with you.

Recognize the feeling,

and yet don’t you dare take it with you.

Because life is now,

the past is dead.

Remember yourself,

and your sadness will shed.

Remember yourself,

go to your heart.

And as you search for answers,

don’t be blinded as your tear it apart.

Accept the faults, accept the sins,

humanity starts where failure begins.

The past is gone, and tomorrow’s past is now.

We’ll never know why, we may never know how.

Unless we let the death of today take away pain and sorrow,

we’ll never be happy in the life of yesterday’s tomorrow.
 Jun 2014 Turquoise Mist
Rj
Sometimes I slip back into reality,
And get a glimpse of it.
Then the wave of daydreams
And fantasies pulls me back under
Never knowing when I'll be back up
For air
I will burn
Like
A Phoenix.
Not
Smolder
Like coals.
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