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Later day,

common place

Pleaded with voices

Of promising saints

Illusion of hope

When clustered pieces break

Listening for truth

When i dont know what to say
 Mar 2015 Maggie Kosich
KILLME
Music
 Mar 2015 Maggie Kosich
KILLME
Harsh beats
brought me
to your
soft heart.
thank you
 Mar 2015 Maggie Kosich
Mr X
Music
 Mar 2015 Maggie Kosich
Mr X
Your voice is all I need
Your soul is all I need
music lives
music breathes
music loves
music grieves

music courts
music shouts
music wins
music pouts

music grows
music clings
music clicks
music rings

music sings
music sighs
music weeps
music dies
Try this style if you want
A challenge. Use a word
Like poetry or art or whatever.
It's not as easy as it looks!
 Mar 2015 Maggie Kosich
aviisevil
My dad was my superman when I was small,
I was thin as a skeleton and maybe some four feet tall
And I felt nothing in this world could ever harm me,
Because I knew he was the strongest and brightest of them all.

He carried me on his shoulders for hours at an end,
And more than a dad - he tried to be my friend  
I had everything I could've asked for and then some more,
Life used to so much more colorful and magical back then.

And now I see my superman withering and falling grey,
He now looks nothing like the hero of my yesterday.
So many things I have kept hidden that I want to say
But I can do nothing as I slowly find my own way.

I'll never forgive him for ruining my delusion,
That nothing was even real and everything was a lie
And I'll pretend that whatever he was, was an illusion,
But even in my confusion, I see him through the same eyes.

And it makes it even more unbearable and full of pain,
That whoever he was back then, he'll never be the same
Only an ailing corpse with nothing better to do with his time,
I don't even know what he is now, he looks so strange.

Those memories, I won't be able to clear from my head,
And I would hate him as long as I live, till my last breath
When I see him dying, I have nothing but regret,
I loved him too much I guess and now I wish him dead.

My dad was my superman and now he's frail and old,
Sometimes I pretend that he died a long time ago
He was my everything but the age has taken its toll
And he's the reason why I can't love, he made me cold.

I remember how he used to make me smile and laugh,
Tell me that I was a piece of his soul and heart
Now I have nothing but empty tales to feed my being,
And I watch him slowly fading and it breaks me apart.


I hope he dies and I never have to see him again,
I know I am sick, but there's not a thing I can change
He should have kept his distance and now it's too late
I am his, and he's mine- but I can't take that blame.

It's almost revolting to see how pathetic he actually is,
Even the sight of him is enough to make me sick
I hope he knows how much I hated his magic tricks,
And he made everything magical, with that sly laugh of his.

My dad was my superman and I think he'll always be,
The reason it's too hard is because he means the world to me
And when I see him struggle, I wish I had never known,
That no matter how much you love someone-
someday they'll leave you alone.
Notes (optional)
 Mar 2015 Maggie Kosich
Wynona C
A song heard
A quote read
A picture seen
All that was
All that could've been

Unwanted, uninvited
Reminders of you
They plague my mind
Anytime, anywhere
**Every moment of every day
My mom found a box in our garage that was chalked full of my past.
Isn't it kinda funny reminiscing on things you thought that were meant to last?

I sacrificed so much and gave everything I have, only to realize that in the end, it's all smoke and ash.
Where does love go, when love is lost?
When all "stolen" kisses are only stealing time from an inevitable end to another hopeful beginning.
Maybe love is like a house.
Yes. A house.
Once filled with laughter and light, filled now, with tired and bittersweet memories.
Time picks it's way through the hallways, up the stairs, through every corridor.
Time envelops each crack in the foundation, every surface, until nothing remains.
Eventually, it's like the house was never there at all.

But now and then I feel you.
Like sweet, soft wind against my cheek... a tiny stroke against my heart.
You whisper; "I was there".

A part of me, with you still, whispers;

*"I am here".
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