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 May 2016 Ruzica Matic
Eudora
If a person would starve,
just so he could eat...
How could you think...
she would want him to suffer?

If a person would walk miles with him,
just to be sure he is safe...
How could you think...
she would want to harm him?

If a person would make sacrifices,
to ease his burden...
How could you think...
she would add to his worries?

If a person would silently cry all night,
feeling his sorrows and troubles...
How could you think...
she would hurt him? *

If a person has promised and have always,
kept his secrets safe with her...
How could you think...
she would intentionally betray his trust?

If a person could do anything,
just to make him smile, to see him happy...
How could you think...
she would deceive him?

If a person have done all the things that she could,
to prove that he means the world to her...
How could you think...
she would deliberately disappoint him?

If a person cannot imagine,
him not by her side as who he has always been...
How could you think...
she wouldn't care to lose him?

If a person have always treasured,
all that he have shared with her...
How could you think...
she would dare to make him feel this way?

If a person is only a person,
Only a human who made a stupid mistake...
How could you think...
she did not fall on her knees...
beating herself for the crime she had not committed?

If a person have always put him,
before herself...
How could you think
her heart is not breaking just as much?
She would take away his pain, but never would she want to cause him pain.
You would stand in the water just to muddy it up
such a terror to wade through if you're easily stuck
invent ways to view them, then tear down the stars
in the dead light of others you can see what you are
weaving delicate words arranged to attract sweet prey
but soon you snare yourself in webs and things you say
half of what you hear and speak has always been hot wind
still you with two glass houses see yourself without sin
Your beauty hides, it's true
'Til after most harrowing moment
Then close and real and sincere
You step forwards
Full of grace and calm.

Please stay true to yourself
Your true true self that is
Don't give in to easy temptation:
A magic potion quick fix

Underneath feelings rile and strangle
Turn stale and fester
Let them out
    Let it out
In song or poem or husky roar
Feel it fully to heal it more.

Somewhere deep down I know you
Somewhere you know me too
Connections made will not be lost
Even with time and space

Please remember I truly care
And others love you the same
Reach out, open up
To connect more truly
In empathy, they long to listen

Your beauty hides it's true
But we all know it's there
Don't lament of weak spirit
Rise up oh inner strength
Embrace the nature inside

One day we will meet again
As friends
Our connections will be renewed
With music and laughter and bananagram
'Til then tears must be shed
With happiness as well as sorrow

Thank you for the teachings and learnings

Thank you for being a part of my journey

Thank you for the growth I now hold
 May 2016 Ruzica Matic
Poetic T
Her cremated hands held the cherub
of her ingrained expression on lipless
holdings. In basins of white did she
linger sight beyond hers, showing all
the creation of depraved meetings.

The child was silent, motionless in
Its satin sinews that covered all but
its unadorned features, yet weeping
was expelled as dark shades wept
Charcoal tears upon nothingness.

Her hair tightly held back, obsidian
in nature like a tomb stone of neatness.
A mothers love, of that which is an
aversion of ill conceived conception.
Purgatory welcomes its inception
What's a green world when all I see is Blue?


What's a reflection when all I see is you?
I feel his hands on my shoulders,
When I sink lower into the bath tub,
I feel his hands on my back,
When I sink lower under my covers at night,
I feel his hands on my neck,
When the pills sink lower down my throat,
I feel his hands on my waist,
When my finger sinks lower into my mouth,
I feel his hands on my ankles,
When I'm sinking lower into depression,
I feel his hands on the back of my head,
When I sink lower into the noose,
I feel his hands all over my body,
When I sink six feet lower into my grave.
I can feel death breathing down my neck, but I can also feel your breath as you kiss me. And no matter how much death wants me, I will never leave you.
 May 2016 Ruzica Matic
Ovi-Odiete
It calls me,
   deeper into its depths,
it stalks me,
    It even pushes me farther,
I hear the wave end in the seas,
   I hear the hum comes from the sea,

THE SEA,
MEANDERS,
THE SEA FLOWS
ENDLESSLY, CALLING EVERYONE
TO AN ENDLESS FLOW

THE SEA,
© Ovi-Enita
The Sea.....
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