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Your admissions leave a sour taste in my mouth
you take me along a path towards bliss
then you recoil just as we start to find
warmth..love..happiness
your mind becomes my heart's enemy
as you question everything to death
you are love's critic
and i am your fool
yellow  house

She sleeps her dreams her own
his mind ruminating, to full for sleep 

endlessly discussed children's problems
not to be solved by any movement they will make,
time has seen to that 

the endeavor inside the yellow house
ineffectual, yet filled with eruptions of red and amber passion
going both north and south

after midnight or in the noon  sun
thoughts,  fill and fade into
the recesses of the  house, the shade of
churning creeks during spring rains

bodies join,  spirits twist
under the load of the unknowable 
the unbearable weight of the future

to late to hold back, a wheel has come off
it's time  to arrive, unavoidable 
the yellow house will soon join the flock of memories
felt but not fully executed.
 Nov 2015 Kaila Martin
Matt
Let the times
Pass through

That's all one can do
1 p.m
It will turn to 2
And then 3, and then 4

Life can sometimes
Be a bore

Looks like
I will be going to
Bed alone again

At least I have my pillow
I said with a grin

And thankful to
Have food too

When food runs out
There will be nothing
We can do

Except meditate
Underneath
The shade of tree

Until the hunger overcomes me
WIth no food
The body dies

I enjoy looking
Up at the sky
"I love you." She says.
And gets a quick response.
But those three words
Have more meaning for one
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"Don't go." she pleads.
And they stay there together
For a few moments longer.
She never wants this moment to end
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"Let's run away." She suggests.
And hears a "Yes, right now."
She knows it's all in fun
But She dreams of those days
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"Live with me?" she asks.
And she means it in a way,
To be together always.
But not in the way that She wants
Filled with bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.

"I miss you." She cries.
And nothing is said.
She breaks down inside
But She won't let it show.
All those bubbles and weddings and cigarettes.
Can you find the two characters within these words?
 Nov 2015 Kaila Martin
Batool
Pain.
 Nov 2015 Kaila Martin
Batool
She tried
to paint pain
on the canvas
but failed
cause..
sometimes the pain
must only
be felt
and not portrayed !!
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