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Sunburn is vibrant
Blue water making skin red
body like sunshine
I still remember all the stuff I did
when I was just a little kid
such warm memories
of chasing squirrels and climbing trees
running free and flying kites
I would never flee getting in fights
so much energy riding bikes
no such jeopardy going on hikes.

I would sit for hours
and imagine I had super powers
where I could fly
across the fields
and wave at passersby's
on tops of hills
I used to read so many books
and didn't care about the way I looked
please bring back that small child
so once again I can truly smile.

I believed the world was full with good
that everybody had some food
I guess my parents protected me
so reality I couldn't see
when really its filled with so much bad
where half the world is starving
and the other half sad
why would anyone want to have a child?
to raise them in a world so desolate and wild.

Sometimes I wish I was still ten
but this is now and that was then
I may no longer have my innocence
long since squandered for independence
free to travel where I could only dream
and see the things I've never seen
so I may not smile so easily
or still laugh as freely
but I can love you dearly
for now I understand
so clearly
what it means when you hold my hand
and what it's like to truly kiss
I now know what love really is
not a word thrown about in playgrounds
but something grown from the heart that pounds
only when you are around.

So if I had my time again
to live my life from the age of ten
I wouldn't worry about the little things
or care what the future brings
I would seize every opportunity
Instead of living my life so fruitlessly
I may only write nothing but the truth
but it means nothing without my youth.
This is a follow up to another poem I wrote called 'Nothing But the Truth' however I have not posted that poem because its deeply personal and 3 times as long. This was originally written on 31/3/14.
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Tending to my fruit stand,
another lonely day
Hoping for a customer
to happen ‘long the way

When then I saw approaching
a funny colored van
It pulled off on the shoulder,
I wondered of its plan

The back doors slowly opened
and there before my eyes
Stood a gorgeous woman
beneath these sunny skies

Her eyes were soft and sable
with hair a darker hue
She smiled and said hello to me
I said, “How do you do?”

She stood before my table,
I couldn’t help but stare
First she touched an apple,
then she touched a pear

Suddenly she shouted,
for now her hand did reach
Excitedly she questioned
“Please may I have a peach?”

All I could do was stutter,
as I could barely breathe
She took a bite and then exclaimed
“The sweetest I believe”

Then she grabbed a couple,
and walking to her van
Sat upon the rear end sill,
then patted with her hand

I stumbled there to join her,
she handed one to me
“I just adore your peaches”
“Yes ma’am, that I can see”

I sat there with her eating
and maybe I am dumb
But juice was dripping from her lip,
I brushed it with my thumb

This seemed to make her happy,
her beauty such a view
Then I could not believe my ears,
She asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Well, forget what I said earlier
the “dumb” part wasn’t right
I pressed my lips against hers
and held them there real tight

They were sweet and sticky,
delicious like the fruit
Then we separated,
she grinned and said, “You’re cute”

“I really think I love you
and will forever true”

I felt my heart just skip a beat,
“Yes ma’am, I love you too”

“I just adore your peaches,
they’re the best in all the land”

We kissed again, this time good bye,
she climbed into her van

I watched as she departed,
standing on the curb
Thinking of her kisses
and the last thing that I heard

Then felt kind of lousy
this pristine summer day
Not for what had happened,
but what I did not say

I didn’t have the heart to tell
this woman of my dreams
The fruits this day that she enjoyed
were really nectarines
Zunè Veronique leading to a mall is a river that flows through a tunnel of trees.
Where her boutique is. 
A lock that hangs on a key chain with three golden keys.
She asked me to write her a poem please?
Before you can enter the boutique there is a a bridge completely covered in water to cross.

Walking through abandoned malls to find her boutique.
Her favourite show could be heard playing in the background that is ridiculousness. 
Her name can be seen in the logo when I stand in front of the boutique.
From the boutiques entrance you cant really see what is going on, on the inside.
Plants that are standing on the outside. 

Huge windows where you can see her lovely design.
Her clothes are top of the line.
As I enter the boutique bubbles flew past me. 
It was so fast I didn't see.
Before the sun sets.

I walked past princess Jasmines dress.
Mordecia was seen he was a mess.
Her favourite song could be heard playing over the stereo.
While your looking at her photo.
The smell of clothes as you enter the boutique. 

I saw a mirror that shows her how beautiful she is.
Going into the boutique is like entering the depths of her heart and her creativity can be found there.
Hurt her and beware.
When you enter the boutique you see her beautiful face.
Whenever your looking for her you can find her in the boutique.

What is she designing something special from her heart.
She is designing a black dress with gold shoes, painting someone's nails and doing her hair close to her heart.
Everything she designs is genuine.
Her heart kept safe in a bag of her own design.
I knew it from the start that she is a sweetheart.
#Heart#boutique
When Neil Diamond wrote Hot August Night.
My god that chap was right.
In my bed I almost drown.
Love the weather.
Must cool down.
Swamped by sweats of night time kind.
Think I'm going outta my mind.
Come November being a Brit
When the weather cools down,
I'll whine about it.
I'll moan and groan like a sorrow filled mare.
When raindrops and icicles enter my hair.
Then I'll beg for summer sun.
One day when the rains fall I'll beg for summer sun.
Typical English chick.
(c)LIVVI
tranquility and stars,
the earth gives way,
the drowning
of the dark,
your love-cries in
your sleep,
tender and then harsh
beneath a blanket
of dream.
Waking up from my sleep
I felt unusually light
Wasn’t sure what had come about
But was shocked at the eerie sight

In the place of my hands
Had sprouted a pair of wings
My mouth had pointed and curved like a beak
Words came out like twittering songs

My long and flabby legs
Had turned into wire like sticks
And my toes shaped into
Sharp pointed claws

A tail had been fitted upon my back
I was covered in a plumage of brown
My body had thinned and turned so light
And on my head I had a red little crown

Feeling a strange urge to fly,
I flapped my wings and threw myself into the air
But I had a nose dive into the woods below
Never knew flying was like playing with fire

Luckily I could perch on the branch of a tree
Looking around I saw a parrot green
He said he would teach me to fly
He was at rest behind the foliage screen

He said ‘Hop.. hop from branch to branch
One step at a time will take you miles along’
One full day, religiously hopped the way I was told
The next day as I flew in rounds, he came along

Abruptly he announced, looking into the blue sky  
“Oh come! On wings of joy, we’ll fly
Let us flit over hills and skim over dales”
“Tuwee! Tuwee”, in shrill delight, we flew across the sky
Being a little whimsical....... ! Often I dream of becoming a  bird and I get recurring dreams of flying in the expanse of the sky!!
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