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Sleep drifts heavy,
a fog, a mist, a shroud,
yet You cling to my mind

Like the last breathe of a cigarette,
or the sweet taste of chocolate,
you linger,
a welcome reminder
of the sweetness that graces my mouth

You're there on my lips,
and you linger,
like the hot burn of cinnamon candy,
or the cold bite of Winter's kiss.

In every sweet taste,
or sharp bite,
you linger
dark hair, brown eyes,
She saw past all the lies,
higher and higher we get,
rain wouldn't even get us wet,
pills or joints. but whats the point,
I never reached her until she came to me,
calm and stormy behaviors just like the sea,
I finally spoke and her eyes awoke,
fear and love was in the smoke,
I asked about us and she was still,
realizing *it was my heart that she killed.
In 8th grade, I read a book for English class called, "Go Ask Alice" , It then became my favorite book of all time. That's where the title came from. As for the poem, I dunno..
 Oct 2014 Mica Light Poetry
Rupal
A mirror
constantly
in the state
of not knowing.
It only
Reflects
from the
outside...

Pure awareness
constantly
in the state
of knowing.
It reflects
Itself
In
Itself*...
Another one for you Joe
Opulence is in simplicity
The river of consciousness
Flows tranquil, in me
From the mind it starts the journey
Navigating everyday obstacles
Washing away everyday doubts
Keeping the heart replenished
Along the course of the soul
Enhancing all the senses
Awareness knows no bounds
Beyond the realm of seen
At the end of the day
When I am tired
Of the routine
I dive into the river of consciousness
Washing away the today
To start a new day
With new questions
To search for new answers
Every day I am empty
Ready to drink
From the river of consciousness
New realization
Of greater prospects
New consciousness
Emanates from the core
No limitations
In the source of consciousness
and it was quiet
the air still
thoughts racing
the feeling demure

what brings this tranquil ocean
to my doorstep
impending pain?
the cusp of happiness
life and its solemn slivers?
what?

I wait for the crackle
of the phone
the twitter sounds
birds chirping
whistling wonders

nothing happens
is anyone alive?
where is the world?
where is the noise and humdrum
the bustle and rustle

why is it so quiet?
should I be afraid?

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