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You Again?
How Can You Bare To Come Through My Door?
The Key Isn't Underneath The Mat Meaning,
*You Aren't Welcome Here Anymore
You've Proved Your Point So Leave Me Alone
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Amber Blank
In the flash of a memory I am transported back in time,
To the first time we ever met, seems like a eternity ago.
I remember up until that point boys had cooties, but
When we met that all changed.

I can still see that cute, sweet little boy who caught my attention.
Sitting in a desk in front of mine.
I remember waiting until recess to play and sing.
A sweet innocence of youth that we shared.

Then as the years passed by we went down different paths.
But even though you were not in my sight I often wondered
How you were, where you were, did you ever wonder about me too.

Then fate crossed how souls once more, over twenty years later.
When you walked in the room, all the memories flooded my heart.
I knew you face, would have recognized you anywhere.
The same beautiful smile, the same kind eyes.

Automatically we picked up right where we left off.
The connection between our souls remained, even after the miles
and years apart.
What a blessing to have you return to my life.

Conversations lasted for hours, glances burned into my brain.
You are forever impeded in my heart.
Friendship and love filled the empty void.

We keep in touch and you have been my shoulder to lean on
My confidant, my defender, my voice of reason.
Now once again this cruel world has separated our earthly bodies,
But you need to know, no matter what the situation, no matter how far,
no matter how hard the road ahead may be,
My heart is with you,
My soul speaks to yours in a language only we can understand.
I am here, and always will be.
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Michelle S
Without even trying
I'll be the devil that haunts you.
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Michelle S
We've all got them.
from passion and hatred,
Violence or lust.
They are left as a guide
through the past and present,
Some times read to tell the future,
some say things we never want to hear.
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Chuck
Magic
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Chuck
With a flick of your wand
A slide of the hand
A Presto Change-O
I can be the person
You want me to be
Like magic
I'll say what you want to hear
Act like you're pulling my strings
Work miracles around the house
Only long for you
It will be like magic
Until the magic fades
Because it always does
Shape is a magic hat upright then tipped over. Not about me specifically. Just a comment on relationships.
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Chuck
The Breeze
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Chuck
When the breeze whisks decaying
Leaves across the chlorophyll
Starved carpet of the baseball field,
It's clear that life renews
As does the human spirit
Play Ball!!!!
 Apr 2013 Michelle
Àŧùl
Electro
Encephalo
Graphy

They
Attached
Twenty
Or
So
Electrodes­
Onto
My
Skull

I
Sat
On
The
Couch
For
Complete
Two
&
Half
Hours

I
Started
Feeling
Sleepy
By
The
Time
It
Got
Over

An­d
The
Doc
Kept
Asking
Me
To
Stay
Awake
And
So
I
Did

But
My
Neck
­Pained
And
My
Back
Ached
Having
Remained
In
An
Awkward
Position
O­n
The
Testing
Couch


It
Felt
Like
A
Casting
Couch

Smelling
Th­e
Girls'
Scent
From
The
Testing
Couch


And
So
Was
It

Electro­
Encephalo
Graphy
Look at my profile picture and you'd know that it was an 'I'm irritated' look on my face during the arduous time. Counting the two on my chest, the four on my forehead and the eleven on my skull, they are a total of 7teen electrodes on my head. I had to bear them on my head for complete 2 hours and 30 minutes. Again & again I grew sleepy on the comfortable couch but the doctor kept telling me again & again to keep awake but keep my neck from dropping down.
Just ridiculous!
I hope this first time was the final time I've had to get an E.E.G. done.

My HP Poem #193
© Atul Kaushal
 Apr 2013 Michelle
vircapio gale
is that what grass is?* i said in awe,
a child once again, wide-eyed with desire--
to explore, to roll and tumble over vastness
crest and trough of hillsides breathing in the sun,
then nap among the cows, pet their broadness
blinking there in ease above the buzzing vale.
am i a child still? i cooed into the wind,
watched it stroke and flicker bright the woven green
atop the next, and felt it in my breast.
am i akin to you? i squinted closer still
at gaze of bovine wakefulness to my refrain--
uncurling there against the matted fresh
with yawning tongues and udder slosh,
bounce of calf, frolic laps, then bullish
mimic make in sport away from watchful eye





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a response to section 6 of Whitman's "Song of Myself", some Spring memories of cows and being at a grass-fed dairy
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