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 Jun 2014 Zalea
pluie d'été
you fall in love
with the way your fingers
run through
my tangled hair

you fall in love
with how the skin
against my jaw
feels against your thumb
when you turn me
to face you

you fall in love
with the green
of my eyes-
like the sea
when it's lonely-
with the grey of my eyes-
like the sky
before it cries-
with the blue-
the second colour
of my every bruise

you fall in love
with the mystery
hidden behind
pale lips-
slowly
like the way you smile

you fall in love
with the shape of my legs
and plane
of my stomach-
i often
say no
thank you
(i am starving)

you fall in love
with my mind
like a puzzle
you can't get enough  of
(when you eventually
put me together
you will find
a piece
missing)

you fall in love
with my heart
kind words
flowing like a river
warm
like the sun in winter

you fall in love
with my thirst
for words

will you be there
when i comb the knots
out of my hair?

will you be there
when my jaw
is too obstinate
to move?

will you be there
when my eyes are closed
(or can't)
or when they act
like a thunderstorm
in summer?

will you be there
when you've gotten up
after falling
quickly?

will you be there
when i can't move
or after i say
yes
again?

will you be there
after the puzzle
becomes shuffled?

will you be there
when my heart
freezes over
for a day
and nothing
(anger
if anything)
and covers
my moving
river?

say no
so that
you mean yes

k.d
 May 2014 Zalea
Danielle B
Shout
 May 2014 Zalea
Danielle B
Shout when you are angry
When you are mad
or confused

Shout because of poverty
for those who are sick and weak
Shout for those who cannot

Shout when you are happy
When things go right
Or you are filled with joy

Shout because of peace
For freedom for the enslaved
Shout because you can

Shout for those who cannot
Shout because you can
Raise your voice.
 May 2014 Zalea
calion
I love your eyes.
I've gotten attached to them.
 May 2014 Zalea
stuck
A Poet or Not?
 May 2014 Zalea
stuck
Would I
still be
a poet
if none
of my
works
are read?
are my works being read or are they being placed like dust specks in little corners of untrodded
 May 2014 Zalea
MoMo
Eden
 May 2014 Zalea
MoMo
there are bodies in the water
again palms turned up like lilies
petalled fingers curling for the sun

his face has started to turn
blue as the shadows on the banks
greener than the sides of the fish
eating at the hole his rib left

she looks like eve with leaves
caught in her hair and her eyes sewn
shut mouth cut in a smile

and I pray god isn't watching
their decay as I push another
off the pier
 May 2014 Zalea
llyana
Again, I saw you standing there today
Still i cant find the words to say
Cant let out a "hi" or "hey"
Not even sure if it's okay

All along i've been following you
But when you look back I dont know what to do
Will you ever know this love is true?
Or will i remain forever feeling blue?

If only courage is something you can buy
Then maybe I dont have reasons to lie
About the words that came out as a sigh
Dont want to keep this until i die.
Made this tonight just to have something to post. Cant remember where i put the old ones i wrote.
make some discovery
expunge it
be gratuitous
protect faux austerity
usurp spirits
know the world is veiled
& ebb out
lest they rue you
in the morning
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