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the
bagpipes of Scotland
make
the
sound of
these clouds
crescendo
The book was opened years ago
The story was always a blur
The author’s still unidentified
The plot holds a gift, not a curse

When you’re feeling lonely,
Take a walk and think of me.
Breathe in all that is pretty
As though you’ve little to carry.

My dear, hold your chin up
The sky’s clear at last
The stars are your audience
You’re the hero, the leading cast

You’re never alone
I’ve left the crew behind
The story must go on
You’re the hero till the end

Walking by those trees
Past those walls
Over those roads
Across those fences
Just like we were floatin’

Summer breeze kissing us
Through our hair
On our skin
On our illusive faces
Just like we were imaginin’

All was captured in the walk
We were there through every blink
“Lonely” could never be you
Even after this story ends

You’re never alone
I’ve left the crew behind
The story must go on coz
You’re the hero till the end
If you have never
heard God laugh at you,
you need to listen harder.

/////

It's easy
to bite off
more than you
can chew;
but difficult
not to choke
on it.

/////

Some evenings,
the voice
you don't hear
is loudest
in your heart.

/////

Should women
truly learn
men's hearts,
convents
would flourish.

/////

I always wake up
exactly where I am,
uncertain where
exactly that is.

/////

The poet owns
a closet packed
with skeletons,
whirling and gliding;
he never needs
to dance alone.

/////

The owl's call
at three in the morning
asks the question
who who who
am I?

/////

When you aren't there,
I often caress the air.

/////

Old tears
cling tightly
to their hurts.

/////

Myths don't age,
people do.

/////

Two wrongs often
make a fright.

/////

A university is where
ants train cockroaches
to make new pesticides.

/////

Words create worlds.
Try it. Know what
it means to be a god.

/////

The only thing
that can slow
a clock is Joy.

  ~mce
Last of the snap poems for a while. My house is clean. I have swept out all the loose jottings.
Dog tired
feet to hades
others run to succour
I'm stepping off
this
mad roundabout
the finale can be in someone
else's hands

for a change.
Down my skin tight neck,
And past my *******,
Comes his heavy breath,
Peeking in my ****** ear,
Challenging me with the slightest sounds,
Of him being here

A nightmare that reappears,
Something skin clutching,
Ones inner self would disappear
He grips me across my chest,
And apart he tears

Braking ribs to make it there,
I do nothing but stare into a blank silence
As he tells my broken heart to come here...

My ribs on the ground,
there's no repair
Aware that my heart is taken
But the smell of him
is no longer in the atmosphere
The first 5 months were heaven it was great you were the only person i payed attention to you were my bestfriend the only person I wanted to hang out with. When i kissed you all i saw was fireworks they were sparks in your eyes and i will never forget the way your hand fit in mine i will never forget our meaningless conversations. 8 months into it i wanted to hang out with my friends you said
No! I didnt want to wear camo anymore i wanted to wear black you said no i wated to wear makeup you said no. i wanted to my hair you said no!.  i wanted to be a normal teen girl and be happy you said no i said i wanted to cut you said i will leave you i said its over you said not unless i say so. i said i wanted to die you said you dont have the strength i said im giving up you said fine with me i was loyal you cheated. i wanted love instead found lust. i said i was ugly you hit me. we argued my parents blamed me. you spreaded rumors and lies and i said its not true. I slowly gave up and left now i feel better bigger and stronger know i want you to leav my life but you probably never will.
fire of my lungs

pain of my chest

cut on my lip

bruise on my neck

he is fire

he is pain

the one that drives me insane

the cut on my lip

the bruise on my neck

my life was his to wreck

he is the sun, the moon, the rain

*what is love without loss and life without pain?
When we got in the car
She turned on the GPS.
"We're only going to London," I smirked.
"It's sixty miles on a straight road."
"I know, but this makes it easy," she smiled,
"And tonight, I'll make you an Irish stew."
"Is that easy too?
"It's a straight road! she quipped.
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