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 May 2015 vaishax
Cat Fiske
Dear my sweetie Mary Anne,
you will be better then?
you will be better than what everyone is doing in the world,
but you take so much time trying to get the details right,
and don't get me wrong,
you did a lot of things right for a girl,

but Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
all the places you details, kept you from being,
and she made you believe,
that the world was full of your opportunities.

so you,
had a lot of girlfriends,
but didn't really know them,
all you remembered was the one butterfly to set you free,

but Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
but you couldn't get over her, so you plead,
you both were not able to be,
because she saw you,
but you were still too weak,
a butterfly isn't strong enough to hold you,

so do you want to go back?
when you were just okay with life,
and never have meat the girl of your dreams,
working a mediocre job,
day in and day out,
just to make money like a breeze?

but Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
and you know you were right where,
you wanted to be,
and Mary Anne she makes your tummy rubble like the sea,
filled to the brim with little butterflies in reverse,
there uneased,

but she isn't just like normal girls,
she takes time, and heart,
and love, from more than a world,
of book smarts,

so Mary Anne,
can you agree,
to love her forever,
and treat her with dignity,

But Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
all the things she saw your heart was missing,
and you found it as she was stitching,
your heart to hers,
her heart to yours,

so Mary Anne,
She took you out to see,
that she loves you,
and she wants you to love her,
and you're destined to be,

and mama here,
blesses you to be,
with her forever as you please,
I love you both,
and you're both daughters to me,
If I was to have a Daughter her name would be Mary Anne, thats one of three names for a girl I love.
I am an island child,
Of dire rocks and thistle,
Clear lake and lone skies,
Of bonny birds who whistle,
I race the strands with tides,
Waiting for my lad to meet,
So lonely are the night stars
I dreamt in my loft to sleep,
Far is the isle of my mind,
To slip away on new voyage,
Near is the sorrow into kind,
As I wait for keep in marriage.
 May 2015 vaishax
Cat Fiske
I've daydreamed of my burial day,
I've thought about,
who I want to come,
If anyone would come,
and you understand,
if you've been on death's end before,


but if what's more important,
or adequate,

is the music performed,
then we get our ends,

and as the soulless bodies glance down,
as I'm buried in,
there will be a concert,
I'll hear,
six feet underground.


I will,
Just
hear,
Sound.


*R.I.P.
death man,
 May 2015 vaishax
Meenu Syriac
We wander, lost and unfound
Our lives, stories untold.
Weary souls, we walk an endless road
In the light of a burning star,
We rise and fall.

You may see the universe in our eyes,
Bright stars swirling in the deepest black.
Aren't we all waiting for the same thing?
By the side of dusty roads,
Waiting for love to cease us in this moment.
And we let our hearts lust, and be wild.
Because only then are we alive.
Love is pain and pleasure,
Sadness and joy,
And everything in between,
The darkness and the light,
The wrong and the right.

Let the storms take over
And the wind howl through the night.
Let the tides rise
And the waves rush to the shore.
We are everything we've ever wanted to be,
Everything, we can ever be.
©Meenu Syriac
 May 2015 vaishax
Nevermind
I'm convinced that
My insides are
Clockwork
Instead of organs
Some screws are loose
Some wheels are stuck
I'm pretty sure
They're covered in rust
But when you touch me
They start back up
Being around you
Is just enough
To shake me from this
Lethargic state
I fall into
The longer you're away
The worse it gets
I'm hoping that
When you come back
I'll still be able
To reach for your hand
I hope that you still
Remember who I am
Or has time erased
My face from your mind
Like footprints
In the sand?
 May 2015 vaishax
Michael C
I searched the air
that circles tree branches
in December.
I knew within if I
could take that air
I would breathe forever.

I searched the water
that is swept back
by the swing of a
guppy’s tail, so tiny
that no one noticed.
I wanted to drink it
when it broke the stillness
of a trapped pool.

What I needed was
so small that
I didn’t notice it myself.
That one drop
of condensation that
hung from my window.
That one speck of dust
that rose when I
picked up my pen.
 May 2015 vaishax
Mishy Kim
I have writer's block.

Only a few people will understand this.

It feels like your brain was boxed and the words tried to flow out
But it just couldn't.
The words are jumbled so that you can't find the right things to say.
Having writer's block is the worst

You want to write something
But you just can't

You want to write something amazing
But you're trapped.

This is the worst feeling in the world.

I have writer's block.
And I just can't break the block.
I currently have writer's block so I wrote this to get somethings out of my head. :)) Enjoy!
 May 2015 vaishax
jackie
Today
 May 2015 vaishax
jackie
Today, we carried the world in our pockets
We ran away.

We landed near the tree where you always chose to stay
We played outside while we waited for the rain
We had a lovely day.

We let the sun shine through the blossoming of every moon
The sky felt smooth, and when the rain finally fell,
You smiled, calm, and steadily glowing, blooming against any rain that would ever have to fall again.

And just like the flowers in the end, you laid there, unharmed, waiting.
Today, we had a lovely day.
 May 2015 vaishax
Cat Fiske
I wanted to help,
but,
People need more than words.
words arn't enough

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