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 Jul 2014 Yasi
Pushing Daisies
I sit and watch her bottom lip tremble,
And know that it's my fault.

The pieces that she can't assemble,
Are locked within the vault.

I sit and watch her eyes cloud over,
And have to look away,

She stills calls me her sunshine,
But I blind her with the rain.
She still calls me her sunshine,
Dispite the weathers change.
 Jul 2014 Yasi
Francesca
ours
 Jul 2014 Yasi
Francesca
yours is all I ever want to be.
 Jul 2014 Yasi
kiera
(7w)
 Jul 2014 Yasi
kiera
Music is always better with a muse.
(muse)ic
 Jul 2014 Yasi
kiera
I'm the mistress of emotion
I try to avoid his eye during the day
pretending I've never seen him before
but the truth is I'm at his every beck and call.
Just you wait and see,
I promise you he'll appear in the doorway
flashing his enticing smile
just when I'm trying to fall asleep.

I have a crush on love
but we've never met me before
I watch him from afar in the schoolyard
yet I've never made a move
I need to stop worrying and waiting
for him to introduce himself.

I'm the assistant of suppression
I help him with his careful work
I fold all of my fears and pains
and make them fit into tiny boxes
so they can be stored away on a basement shelf
and someday found again to open with surprise
forcing me to finally deal with everything inside.

-kk
 Jul 2014 Yasi
kiera
July 1, 2014
 Jul 2014 Yasi
kiera
Today I awaken on the first day of July
with sun rays in my eyes
and lighting in my veins.
I refuse the past tense because I am right now alive
fresh and full of potential energy.
It is a new month
in the thicket of summer
anything can happen
I am surely just a child
I could be anyone
I can do anything I want
there are no limits
except the mental barriers
I can decide to place before myself.
I am grateful for this moment
and blessed that it can continue into many more.
I wrote this poem/letter this morning. I will read it when I feel stuck in the past or hypothetical tense.
 Jul 2014 Yasi
wyatt rabbit
Intimate
 Jul 2014 Yasi
wyatt rabbit
It's that half smile of yours
the one that you make
when you're making me moan
and you're enjoying yourself
simply by making me enjoy you.
Your eyes
so concentrated
but so calm
and they look at me
like they're reading my mind
like everything I'm thinking
is written in my eyes.
Your hands move over me
like they're retracing a familiar place
like they've been there many times before
but still have so much more to explore.
You know me too well
and not at all.
You're comfortable
and amazed
all at the same time.
You love me the most
when we're all alone.


*s.mndi
I could go on forever about the faces you make in bed.
 Jun 2014 Yasi
J
Insomnia.
 Jun 2014 Yasi
J
My life
Is a constant cycle
Of chasing sleep
And getting tripped
The moment I finally
Catch up.
y.
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