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 Oct 2013 Vicki Watson
Violetlily
Tell me that the love that spoke through your eyes.
The feeling traced by your lips,
The euphoric beating of  
Your heart, dancing to my
symphony was momentous.
And not just another,
passing moment.
Life was once a flare. The choices we made had a reason &
everything else fell into different places. Like love and its
twisted demise. The rope we followed when night came without
a warning. Without even a star, or a sunset.

Believing became an untrustworthy mission. Through your eyes,
you see that you've been down this certain road before. A tunnel
leading west, into the greedy fields of old dirt & gravel. Through
the beauty, that has now become a plague, a shiver & a cough.

The next step is the future. An undeniable identity, given to us,
centuries ago. When the birds, had a life in the winds. When the
pain didn't come from verbal assumptions. When the choices we
made, good or bad, gave life some flare.
 Oct 2013 Vicki Watson
kenye
Somewhere in the astral remains
Again
I found myself here
Between
A past so far away
and a future defined by today

You & I
In sync
to the stutter step
of nervous heartbeats

Slow dancing
between earthquakes

Just as my
state of mind
came crashin'

You brought me to this plane
through the hole in sky
where they told us
it was the limit

You held my hand
as we pieced
the stars
back together
I want to run
and throw my arms out at my sides
laugh and cry in the night
and feel everything I have struggled to bottle
That's all
I want to know what it is to be human again
not the saturated product of equalizing tokens
that melt in my throat
and hold me in place as who I am

The fear has subsided
The voices, the faces
but what am I?
My leg is broken
and I can't stand for very long
no matter how quickly I hobble
I cannot keep up with my running spirit
who is tired or being tired out
 Oct 2013 Vicki Watson
Caroline B
I liked it.
I liked the paths your words took me on.
The intermingling ideas and thoughts,
Contradicting each other.

The secret language you taught me to speak.
It felt special, and different.
But really, I was never fluent.
Maybe you never were either.
You just enjoyed the struggle.

I enjoyed the fight.
The winning or the losing.
Not the questioning and guilt.
But now I know that I lost that fight.
But so did you.
 Oct 2013 Vicki Watson
krista
do not fall for a boy with a pirate heart, even if he will
cross five thousand miles of sand and ocean to be with you,
carrying nothing more than loneliness and longing in his cargo hold.
those things will bond you both together like an oath, but
blood is thicker than water and soon, the promises will weigh you down
like rocks in your pocket, keeping your lungs and heart empty.
he will not stay, something will always call him away in the morning,
even after you've spent the night wrapped in his strong arms,
counting the stars from the undersides of the highest sail.
you will listen to his stories, for they will stretch beyond the decks
of his ship and make you feel both empty and full at once,
but you cannot rely on a tattooed smile to forge you a key to the world.
eventually, he will leave you on stranger shores, soaking and breathless,
wondering when the next tide will bring him close to you again.
but you are not a ***** he found bar-side, never call yourself that.
you must be unpredictable and wild as the sea itself, bottling storms
into your heartbeat and braiding a barrier reef into your hair.
you are calypso, dangerous and beautiful and unyielding,
and if he comes back ten years from now to set foot on the shore,
you will not be waiting. you cannot always be waiting.
he might tell you he loves you. but even then, he is only speaking
about the seventy percent he is familiar with, the part that is pulled into
rises and falls by the moon, a dna sequence patterned by the earth itself.
do not answer him. steal his ship by sunrise instead and plan to follow
the treasure map that you've long since forgotten. never come back.
leave him with a seashell at his side and he will remember at last
that the reason he loved the ocean was because it sounded like you.
// for kd

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