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 Jun 2013 Sarah Antilope
raudha
lost
 Jun 2013 Sarah Antilope
raudha
i lost myself
when our eyes first met
hearts ablazed with desires
minds cluttered with questions

i lost myself
when we first talked
strings of conversations
stomach full of butterflies

i lost myself
when we went out
awed of your presence
two souls next to each other

i lost myself
when we first touch
a sting to my chest
a cure for loneliness

i lost myself
when we fell in love
gaps were filled
two souls as one

i lost myself
when we fell apart
for i knew
i wasn't going to be the same again
I am hurt and confused but I shouldn’t say a word

I hurt you more, I hurt you first

I wasn’t aware, oh but you were

Yet I hurt you more, I hurt you worst

I gave her a face, pretty poise and graced,

I see it some nights, with yours in the way

But have the perfect retort for that, wouldn’t you say?

“How many times was I haunted by your mistake?!”

It’s frustrating when you say this is not what I deserved

When every reaction of yours screams it louder than any words

When every time I trip or fall

I’m reminded you tripped most of all

To forgive you is to forgive me

Can’t have that, can we?

You say I’m changed, yet you can’t say it’s okay

and you should know that’s all I need to hear you say

But that’s not how it works, is it?

It’s only okay when you’re in the right mood to dismiss it

But when I’m desperately clawing for air

and all I’m given is a handful of despair

I forget why I’m staying, it’s useless

Compared to this, death is much less ruthless
Morning
your eyes become the sun
In which I pleasantly wake up to everyday

Afternoon
your eyes simmer only slightly, still as
bright as the sun except more peacefully

Night*
gloomy hair and unfaithful bags
touch your eyes though they do not cause any effect;
yet
only when your lips whisper "
goodnight love*" and kiss my delicate cheek I notice
how the day dims your eyes
 Jun 2013 Sarah Antilope
NAR
She's Poetry,
in more ways than she herself knows.
Just a glance in my direction with those radiant eyes,
or even the mere sound of her voice escaping those lips of silk,
is enough to awaken the butterflies that have been at rest in my soul for what feels like an eternity,
with the intensity of a cyclone.

She's Poetry,
Moving like the smoke releasing from the lit end of my cigarette,
drifting softly wherever the wind may take her.
Her luminous smile alone
is enough of a spark to set my mind ablaze,
giving me the inspiration to write for days and days and days.

She's Poetry.
With just the slightest touch, all my pain instantaneously evaporates,
and my heart begins to melt away.
Sweet as the summer rain, she swims through the rivers of my brain,
and I'm still wondering if she feels the same.

Shes Poetry,
in more ways than she herself knows.
 Jun 2013 Sarah Antilope
Gary
Hope
 Jun 2013 Sarah Antilope
Gary
Never give up on hope for hope is our souls thought,
Our souls right to dream, to see, to live, to become.
Our soul is our inner guidance, our direction, our way out.
If we want to change our ways No matter what they may be,
We need to look ungrudgingly at ourselves and listen to our spiritual belief.
Not being afraid to be lead into unfamiliar territory.
Accept challenge stare it down and concur, then you will see the true power you really hold deep inside.

Why are we so ******* ourselves? Is it our mind waiting for challenge?  Don’t deny it, it has a  right to prove to you how strong you really are.
We are always more weak in our mirror then others perceive us as, and maybe need to be the  weakest “in our own eyes“.
This self proclaimed “weakness” helps strengthen these areas of our life.
To help us overcome self inflicted fears and struggles in our everyday being.
We may think we are not gaining any distance, but once we look back to our past and what we have gained. we know we need not run to gain a mile walking will get the same results in time.

This is natural, it is natural to be ******* ourselves and challenge our minds thoughts. After all we should always be the toughest critic we ever have to face. Then if others need to judge us we already know what they have said, (since we have battled it in our own mind.) leading us to a victorious battle without fight just simple knowledge of self acceptance, improvement and understanding.
The oceans flow and bring with them hope.
The tide comes and washes our sins away.
A means of finding a way to cope.
I hope this waters are calm enough to stay.

A levee is built to hold back the flood.
But still some sediments seep through.
The pollutants build up like contaminants in blood.
Flowing toxins deep inside of you.

I look up for a moment and notice a cloud,
The sky and the ocean are one in the same.
Both with tremendous ability to burst aloud,
While suppressing it's power in a matter that's tame.

I look back down as I drift to sea,
And a smile comes across my face.
I realize that everything within me,
Is a possession of this enchanted place.
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