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 Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith
Zephyr
Letters I never meant to send
Words I never wanted to take to heart.

A love a never wanted to take part in.
I've become entangled by all this quantum finesse and fanangled from all this distress.
 Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith
Md HUDA
She is standing in front me,
And above her the celestial moon is shining
I can’t see, I can’t praise two beautiful creations at a time.

The moon is getting older, still she is the same
Moon your beauty is constant, my beloved’s one is variable.
Let me see her, she is changing.
Her beauty is decaying
Over her the sins are ruling.
 Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith
Ting-Jun
(glow in the dark stars)
A pack costs two dollars
But the joy it brings is worth manyfold.
They laugh,
Calling me immature, childish.
But have you ever been afraid of the darkness the way I am?
When the dark arrives, so does isolation,
and emptiness and hate and pain and self-loathing.
That's all I know of darkness,
so leave my packet of stars be,
they watch over me when no one else will.

(dreamcatchers)*
A bit of string, a few feathers,
and perhaps a bead or two.
Call it superstition, but I believe.
Because nightmares aren't just bad dreams to me,
they are possible glimpses into the future, where desolation dominates,
where the monsters in my head are as real as you and me,
and they tower over and hunt me.
Be sure not to break the string,
for they say all the bad dreams
will be released into the real world.
Life is like a pair of knickers...

worn out
and then kicked to the floor
Do what I say,
not what I've done.
What I did was past tense
to the prose I've become.
Words spoken
shed truth
on the bells rung.
Pronouns succumb
to life underneath.
What has the sun shone?
Same thing moon's shunned.
Twirling thumbs
and grinding teeth.
Prone anxiety
beneath a fleet
of  coarse thread sheets.
Only fans speak,
oscillating on an
arrhythmic beat.  

What are the limits of your speech?

English, French and Spanish
when haphazardly
conscious.
Noun (Verb + adjective)  + predicate
is the constant
variable in
idioms.
It's an order of operations
within phrases
understood amongst
sages.
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