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 Jan 2014 Ashmita Agrahari
LF
Mamma read me a story
That had me more then convinced
That every girl needed saving
A castle and a prince .

I pictured how my prince would be
Loving tall and brave.
I wanted to be that damsel
Waiting to be saved .

But princes are for stories,
I learned that as i grew ,
They fed me dreams and wishes
That never would come true .

No one really needs a castle
Or silk robes that hit the floor ,
If love is so substantial,
Shouldnt it require more ?

Love gets really messy ...
And there are no magic spells
To make it all work perfectly
You need more then wishing wells .
trading:**
scissors for hair
false smiles for real tears
cruel words for honest confessions
draining corpses for supportive souls
loneliness for solitude
the hum of numbness for booming self doubt
pretending for admitting
hard shell for nakedness
anger for sadness
distractions for reactions
avoidance for opportunity
wide open wounds for well deserved closure
indifference for uncertainty
emptiness for openness
hell for health

i’m trading
ingrained habits for a new consistent way of life
i’m really scared.
Lucky charms laced with LSD,
Ceriously!
What have I got to lose
besides time?
Mind? What mind? Mine?
Mind you,
That might be sublime;
Sanity is a burden (at the best of times).

"Never tell me the odds",
I'm not a gambling man.
"Down-count:
5, 4, 3, 1,
Off-blast!"


Asian foodstuffs,
Neon shades of rainbow
turn to cotton candy fluff.
I appear to be tripping hard
yet with a certain meditative quality to it all.

In an electronic garden
I can feel the data flowing;
The Internet, and with it
freedom in knowing.
The Black Library,
A wireless tree.
This is the dawn
of inhuman telepathy.

I love it, with all it's twisted irregularities:
The Room, that's art;
My immortal, that's far enough.
This is science used by insanity.
Quotes:
Line Nine from Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back by Han Solo (Harrison Ford)
Lines Eleven, Twelve and Thirteen from Elektronik Supersonik by Zladko ("ZLAD!") Vladcik
Wake up sing your lullabies
Hold your tears girl
Please don't  cry
A painted maid lives in your head
You're not blind, no you're not dead
So take my hand and follow me
We'll find a place where the grass is green
Someday soon you will see
Just how much you mean to me

Sunsets fall on empty stars
Someday soon you'll travel far
And turn this sky into the sea
Upside down, walking under me
One day soon you will see
How to make your paintings bleed
Cause faded paintings aren't the same
Are you still feeling sane?
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Try their songs To Save Grace & In Bed With Yesterday, they're dope (:
 Nov 2013 Ashmita Agrahari
Emma B
I think the hardest thing in this world
is holding on to words.
Words are heavier than any furniture, any weight you may lift.
Unsaid words cause everything to fall under their weight.
And it's so easy to lighten the load.
Just open your lips
"I'm sorry
I should have said
I love you.
I still love you. I'm sorry.
I should have said.
I'm sorry I love you."
Why is something that should be so easy so difficult.
Unsaid words make opening lips
like opening a safe
with locks from another world, and steel walls five feet thick.
Why can't I talk to you.
Why didn't I speak.
I'm sorry.
I thickened the walls of the safe tenfold
It's now guarded by locks whose combinations come from memories which never happened.
And the only way to open them would be to change the past
and I've watched television.
They make it seem easy.
But I know that in this world, memories that never happened are ones that never will
and even if I guessed the numbers
the locks would open a safe with words from a different time.
words no longer real, and no longer mine.
Thinking
Now Now Little Heart, don’t yearn
the tides of time will sweep you away
And you will go under

The manly spells are many here
What you must realize is this aching may never be filled
Hold that empty space in your hand
See it filled with delighted wonder
People, places, excitements and thrills
Like every other temporary form
We grasp
Clutching into the dark that lives inside of us
The wanting echoes in those labyrinthine halls
The light lives there too
It’s true, we are destined to want
The thrill of touching another, the safety of an embrace, the sweetness of a lover’s smile,
the comfort of companionship, the steady hand of shared fate,
as these things help us grow, serving our soul, as do all others.
But my Little Heart, beauty is here, the invitation remains open for us to see
these laws of attraction
Written by a greater mind,
Played out in the intricate web of human interaction
Where fate, destiny, serendipity are all foreign concepts until one steps back and realizes the magic surrounding our existence in every moment we breathe
The magic has found you, you are here in the now, if you are reading this,
you are alive, what a gift then, to laugh and sing and play!
Smile big, bigger than your sorrow, the delicious ambiguity of our own mystery will make you chuckle with notions of absurdity.
Stop looking, now all you do is find. What a joke! Cosmic humor sublime.
Inner will guides you, dropping breadcrumbs in the forest (Will it ever be a whole loaf?)
Listen for its clues amongst the chaotic chorus of the locust trill,
the beauty of your birdsong shines through, see its manifestations in the open doors,
feel the pull of your heart guiding you through with its initial surge of affirmation amongst the daily swirl of doubt,
read the natural signage, One, two, three.  
Oh my little heart, your family’s love is strong
Know that on the mortal plane you are never abandoned, you have a home here in my own humble host; you must never despair, although you will, for our human circumstance demands this anguish until it is vanquished by our own command
Embrace the whole of your emotional spectrum as you would a beloved brother,
the downs teach as well as the ups,
no longer associate negativity with your emotional make up,
sometimes your body demands rest and some mistake it for sadness,
be with it then and know this life as your time for discovery,
the bricks are laid with every new step forward and backwards upon the path into the unknown that is universally shared by all.
How wonderful that we found each other here, in this moment, does it not fill you with awe?
The predestined chance?
Transform the ennui surrounding the seeming tedium,
washing dishes,
sweeping floors,
these instead are understood as sacred movements,
realize the sheer weight of wonder in being, standing in an elevator with a stranger,
sonder
You will smile again in the sun,
you will feel its warmth on your face and be sure of God’s eternal love,
the clouds come and go, drifting as they please,
shade and snow sometimes invite the cold, but remember, always remember, your warmly worth
Now and always, Breathe deeply,
And if you ever feel like your ship may never come into port, 
sunsets are just as beautiful by land as by sea.
Long walks with no destination
spending three hours talking ******* before realizing netflix stopped playing a while ago
getting drunk as hell with close friends
getting slightly less drunk around strangers
Weather good enough to smoke **** by the river in the middle of November
not being on the schedule anymore at your old job
looking forward to your new job
control
These are a few of my favorite things
a little self-indulgent maybe, but then again so is blogging: hbaxter94.com
You used me.
You lied to me.
You made me feel special, but now you make me feel sick.
You hurt me.
And how dare you ask me, "What's wrong?"
You know exactly what you did. It's what you do to every other girl.
Make them feel important, say all these sweet things to them.
Then, when the girl gets attached, you just act like nothing ever happened.
Like all the 2:00 am conversations meant nothing.
You made me feel empty.

a.h
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