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 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
I drank
till my inhibitions
sat on the shelf
next to the bottle
I saw them dilute
with my logic
"Hello pretty one" I heard
and my mind
smiled
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
I watched a live band
yesterday
my stomach churned
against its empty walls
digesting emptiness
and simply
feeling human
....again

With a voice
so mellow
it mesmerized
hypnotized
the murmurs
to a silence

A marriage of strums
carried feelings
embraced
every stander
with a certain warmth
that reaches the heart
I heard my friend say
"they make fall
in love with myself"
how delicate of a statement
to float amidst
the dark space
dancing with their voices

Something pure
was taking place
and as an audience
we have longed for
such a feeling
so foreign
to carry us a bit closer
to our very core
reminding us
that it's possible
for a heart to smile
to prove that
innocence does
still exist

"Who are they?" I asked
"Waynick" she said
Waynick: means "where are you" in Arabic

Waynick, an indie folk band from Lebanon, consisting of Sara and Joe,  Nick, Yvan and Cyril.

On their first meeting, Nick showed up 2 hours late; his phone battery was dead, as he helplessly looked for the rest of the band (hence, the name of the band Wayn-Nick).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ie2GFiOVGoQ
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
If you saw
yourself
in my lines
then
yes,
that poem
was about
the
fictional
you
in the eyes of a
Writer
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
Hope you are doing well on all levels.
This is an apology to all the insults
I have rained on you
to all the curses
I have cussed
to all the mistreatment
that I have voiced
when you lead me down paths
of broken dreams.
I want to apologise for being irrational
I had no idea, you had it planned
all along.

Sincerely,
Sorry Self
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
I apologize
to the stars above
I have neglected
your signs

Yet you
persisted..

You believe in miracles
to bring
him knocking
at my door
Again ....
"knock knock"
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
She spoke of dreams
and chasing shooting stars
under galactic blankets
that covered them warm...

He kissed her quiet
"Shhh darlin'
you're doing it again..
you're reading my
thoughts"
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
Even the atoms
explode                
when
thoughts
of you
and I
collide
in the
space
Bet(in)ween
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
I saw a storm
brewing
I could have
easily stepped
over it

But the raging winds
the piercing rains
and you
were just too irrisitable
and the calm I was in
was too
stable
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
You know
you're aging
when silence
becomes a major
part
of your
presence
 May 2018 Nightingale
Maria Etre
I (in) fell
and melted
under pressure

                                             I fell (out)
                                                                ­and was reborn
                  then I stumbled
                                                        ­     on a pebble
                                  and fell
                                                in
                                                           again
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