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 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
Steele
Alive
 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
Steele
Fingers touch my lips,
run through my hair,
undo my tie, and fits of laughter
cut through the noise and chatter
of an anxious mind.

I leave my worries behind,
pressed against her dress
on the floor with my discarded tie.
An echo. A kiss. A sigh.
What it is to be alive!
What it is to be alive.
You told me to hold your heart,
So I took it and let it lull me to sleep.
I felt the beat
And knew it was for me
And it made me
Happy.

You told me to hold your heart,
So I took it and wore it on my sleeve.
I displayed it
For the world to see
And it made me
Happy.

You told me to hold your heart,
But what you didn't know is I asked so, too.
You didn't take it
You didn't display it
And I thought I was
Happy

I found my heart,
So I took it and put it back together.
But it wasn't the same.
It was never the same.
And I knew I wasn't
Happy

But still I held my heart,
And I still wore it on my sleeve.
Beaten and broken
For the world to see
And I have found how to be
Happy.
 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
Belen Rubio
I want to run away
far away form you.
Because you hurt my blunt
and oblivious, stupid little soul.

And I want to run miles
in the opposite direction
from which you stand,
because
no longer can I stand
your restless, confused gazes.
Because no longer can I stand
all your hazy
thoughts and questions.
Because no longer can I tolerate
to be just acquaintances with you.

So my mistake,
my fault,
what an idiot, I was
for waltzing around in your
gentle and calm eyes.

My mistake,
so please forgive me
you *******,
for wanting to
take this lesson
and run, far away.
To learn from this idiotic  
mistake of mine,
and run.
To never make a mistake
with someone who manipulates
toying with innocent souls
on the thin strings
of such joy and naïve vivacity,
with such unique bliss and hilarious, beautiful laughter.
you wore me down
to the bone of painful melancholy
state of mind.

So my mistake!
for wanting to scatter my broken piece
around the world,
hoping to find home again
hoping to meet a gentle soul
that collides peacefully
with mine.
trying to forgive, get-over, and forget.
 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
Mel
Journey
 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
Mel
The car rattles along and the cityscape comes into sight. The city bustles with life and I watch the never-ending whirlwind of characters in a motion picture show. The flickers of city light diffuses and casts a shine on the photographic opportunities.
I see you and how you are oblivious to your own enchanting and radiant soul.
You are more stunning than the stars, yet also unattainable and heartbreakingly beautiful to gaze upon. I hope someday you achieve your goal of happiness and that you meet someone truly worthy of you. All I want to do is embrace you, ease your pain, carry your sorrows and share your joys. However, I know that I will never have the privilege.

I sense something on the horizon that beckons and pulls me in. Do I resist or investigate the call? I hope that in the future, I don’t instigate a further parting of ways. The only thing that would compel me to do that would be if that I were to cause you great harm emotionally in some way, intentionally or not. I will endeavor to the best of my ability not to. But like everyone else I’ve ever known, I might still push you away.

You are so wonderful to me but how am I even worth of being a part of your life? I don’t understand and I’ll try not to disappear. Honestly, you would be better off if I did.
In the future we might walk right past each other and in a flash we become strangers again. Sadly, all of our history and time together have ceased to be. Of course, I will inevitably be the one to blame. Oh Darling but it was worth the while.
 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
erin walts
Letters conjoin to make
meaning
They fall into place
like humans fall in love

soemtmies not in the rihgt palce but sitll

has *meaning
 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
Tab
Refill #3
 Feb 2016 Laura Gee
Tab
Numb
nUMb
NUMB
The medicine is eating away parts of my brain
Slowly turning me into a rotting pile of bones
Artificially filling in all the cracks
Time for another pill
Pill after pill
1 pill
2 pill
Yellow pill
White pill
There goes my refill

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