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~Alice Sweet Alice~
*Like Sisters*
Everyday -- Holding Hands
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
*Alice And I*
How can they say she did not exist?
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice
The way she looks at me
-Her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who enjoys the sound of pouring rain?
Together we slept under the same breeze
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
She whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice Sweet Alice loves the way I look in red!
Every day I face the mirror
Alice puts her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
Under the right and left palm.
The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she screams!
Again, Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
When she stood by my side
Alice knew me in ways no one else did
She knew my eyes -When they cried!
Now I can't sleep,
Since Alice has fallen back into the abyss
Forever conscious in a self-hug
--- This is no dream, it is real!
The rage inside burns.
It took place the day she left!
Burning curtains
Empty mirrors
This Girl Named Alice spoke of darkness,
then disappeared
When I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
Nothing feels the same,
I allow myself to soak in the darkness where it began.
My hair of red is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to a stainless blade, I sleep
ALICE SWEET ALICE!
Please call my name!
Why do they whisper?
Why are they saying she never held a breath?
I know she is real, she exists
Why else would I let her cut my wrist?
This Sweet Girl
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Finally, visits again ---
But, who is to believe?
For everyone says
Alice lives inside my head.
By:)
In the chill of the October eve, we stepped out into the night,
A pair of wayward souls in costumes, ready for our fright.
With a wink and a laugh, I laced my fingers through yours,
We were phantoms of the evening, in our Halloween tours.
Oh, jeepers creepers, what a fright,
Twirling with specters in the soft moonlight.
Each step we took, a shiver of glee,
Creepin' through the night, just you and me.
We leapt as a shriek pierced the haunted air,
Our hearts pounded faster with the thrill of being there.
Through the maze of terror, with a hand on my side,
We surrendered to the madness, with laughter as our guide.
Oh, jeepers creepers, what a sight,
Ghoulish waltzes under the waning light.
With every gasp, there's a tingle, a spark,
Creepin' through the night, we're leaving our mark.
Pumpkin eyes aglow, casting an orange hue,
A coven of revelers, in masks and costumes too.
Your cackle mingles with the cool night's breath,
In this festival of fears, it's your laughter that defeats death.
Oh, jeepers creepers, what a treat,
Dancing with spirits, our hearts skip a beat.
With every twirl, there's magic to find,
Creepin' through the night, one of a kind.
As the night wanes, let's toast with our cups held high,
To the ghouls and the ghosts, to the fun we've come to vie.
This Halloween escapade, a memory we'll cherish tight,
Forever we'll whisper of our creepin' good night.
Who never thought that
life would be made
of days turning into moments?
Catch the smiles, remember the words
that we tenderly spoke...
gazing into each other's eyes!
Did we tell time to wait,
to make us taste their sweetness twice?
If days turn into moments,
never let them get away...
live them if they were an eternal bliss;
mom and dad smiled on their wedding day
and wrote " Love " on their young hearts
to remind them of their faithfulness.
O sweetheart, I like to thank you for being mine,
for sharing the days made of laughter and wine...
made of moments not hiding that small teardrop!
And until we'll walk hand in hand on that cloud nine
without looking down and feeling the warm sunshine:
who'll come between us and try to break us up?
It's so quiet all around
There is not one single sound
In this room that we're both in
Scared to death how to begin
This new chapter as they grow
Finding a way they can show
How much they mean to each other
As they take it one step further
Slowly they start to undress
As they both feel the stress
Of the actions to occur
He gently lays a hand on her
Helping her lean on the bed
Many thoughts fill up their head
Soon they are nude and so frightened
But somehow are so enlightened
By the feeling from within
As they touch each others skin
Warm and soft and close together
This is something they will never
Forget as they gently make
Love that is going to take
Them on a journey to descend
Them into lovers, not just friends
They fall asleep so close and tight
Two hot bodies in the night
Wake up in each others arms
No longer scared but very calm
Realizing they just grew
An experience helped take them to
Adulthood through this miracle occurrence
Both their eyes show an assurance
It was the right time and place
As a smile lights their face
A poem based on relationship…”A girl in her own dreams”
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi :)
DREAMS - An Iota of HOPE
“Waked up 7 :00 am in the morning..
saw my beauteous dreams transforming..
ohh yeah..with a drowsiness yawning..
Suddenly I found myself refreshing.
Excitedly Gone near by emblazoned window..
Fearfully Viewed a gloomy shadow..
Suddenly he smiled at me through haze of smoke..
Like a fantastic sizzling coke..
Soothing music on its full swing ..
Like a glittering diamond in the ring..
He ought to give me red rose..
On his bended knees he bows..
He tickled on my pierced nose..
With which I got glaciatedly froze..
Like a tempting dark fantasy chocolate melting in the mouth..
We strongly decided and took a royalistic oath..
He Embraced his hand on my shoulders..
Which Got intact like file and folders…
Like the moon shines in the sparkling night..
Enduringly felt to hug him so tight..
Dazzling Eyes immersed in each other..
Tuned together like a romantic lover..
Every nerve of us conjoined together..
Because the love lasted forever..forever…
Suddenly a glimpse of sun came and shattered all my zestful dreams..
“”Ohhhh.. ohhhh No..Not again. Not again. No more illustrations. No one can dwell my heart like you. Please come back. No more dreams please..””
.
Yep this feeling arised at once and will be still till our last breathe. Lasting forever. Just forever..
We trapped in each other’s heart and now no one dare to break our love-life’s part.. Apart..
Love is the essence of life and it is measured not by the count of breathe we take..but by the moments we share together till our last breathe..
By,
Madhavi
I am left speechless by her beauty.
My heart is in two pieces, torn apart by love.
Art leaves me sleepless; where is my good?
An empty orchestra plays only violins.
I need her love, to silence my own screams
And bring an end to all my tears.
I can no longer, wish upon a,
Star that has never even shone for me.
I am no stronger, with or without her.
I am weakness, down on my knees.
All my words are only empty speech bubbles,
None of my dreams ever reach for the sky.
She has no double…I have no lies.
I must be true if I remain mute,
Because if I have never spoken,
Then how could I ever have deceived the truth?
All I am is another man.
I have fallen,
I have stopped.
I have no plans to ever give any thanx,
For all the hope that I have lost.
All the love that could have been,
All the dreams…
They don’t mean a thing.
All these butterflies flying inside of me,
Only leave my feelings in knots, I need to breathe.
Hand on my heart,
It feels as if there is a hand around my heart
And I am tight in its grip.
I am forever stopping me…from breathing.
I cannot even help myself,
So I will never be able to show her my true self.
She will never hear about my inner demons screams.
I beg to just be loved by her; she will not see my own agony.
She will not know about the pain I constantly feel,
Because she will never know my feelings for her are real.
I am a broken, broken being.
I have not spoken, spoken of my needs.
She does not know she is what I desire,
Because I am trapped inside this scared of love liar.
All these feelings that I have to keep;
I hold inside my ruined soul.
All these things I wish I could be,
Are only ever love stories that are never actually told.
I remain in silence, my own choice for her freedom.
She is now free because I never mentioned,
The love that exists inside the heart of this man.
She is now gone and I am alone once more;
A stone, so stuck, in quick sand.
I am dressed in black, because of my life as a stage hand.
Last chance to give it a shot and win her love…
Going…
Going…
Gone.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I'd rather sail the sky
Than a stormy sea
Or ride on a rainbow
Not some bumpy, blue thing.
I could climb a cloud
Or move moonbeams
But I'd rather blaze the blunt
I'm toking on with you
I'm the blunt blazer
Stoking one for two.
Let's see saw on sky scales
Or swing off an unanchored star
Navigate by nonsense to
Where our soaked senses are
Saturated more by
A milky shroud at night.
I better hand on this bong
Or I'll inhale it whole.
I better hand it on
Or I'll inhale a whale song.
I took a wee detour
Past a flaming meteor
She spun me, the shaker
Then skewered Leo’s heart
Between a creeping crab
And a garden raker.
Pass the blazing blunt…
Doh! Bong… back over here.
Go on, pass it here,
Some where.
How the feral feline
Roars with righteous pride,
Caught, yet more alive
On the inside
Out where he remembered
How to lose control…
And let the good times
Go on, roll… another one.
Let the good times go
Off, and on and on.
The lunaverse keeps spinning
Cobbed webs of thought
Watching us weave
Basket faced cases, book
Marked in virtual places
Beyond where God knows
I left that stash
It's time to crash my meteor, right?
God knows where I left that stash
My meteor crashed tonight.
The world in her eyes
Has azure blue skies
Fields of emerald green
And fluttering butterflies
The world in her eyes
The songbird sings and flies
Over flowers alight with colour
Spring waves “hello”, never “goodbye”
The world in her eyes
There are who’s, but no why’s
Wear your ‘Barba-loot’ suite
Dr. Seuss is your guide
The world in her eyes
There are laughs, but no sighs
Anger and sorrow fade away
Tears of joy are cried
The world in her eyes
All is truth and never lies
No need to ever run
No need to ever hide
The world in her eyes
The road may be rocky and winds
The night may be dark and cold
But there’s always a brilliant sunrise
The world in her eyes
Sometimes passes me by
Like running on empty
But in our dreams we fly
The world in her eyes
Never sees the demise
Only the creation
God’s hand on land and skies
The world in her eyes
Sees through the disguise
The false faces we make
To try and hide
The world in her eyes
Sees castles on high
Secrets to keep in barrow’s down deep
Flying horses to ride
The world in her eyes
Everyone laughs and no one cries
There are fairies and elves
And no one ever really dies
The world in her eyes
Sees souls to rise
To Heaven to be saved
She has angel eyes…
I saw her tens of yards before she noticed me
Matter of fact, I was enthralled and intrigued.
With the confidence of a five star general
She was lining up the neighborhood kids
A formidable foe or a major asset
Although we never spoke, I watched and learned
Where does this confidence come from?
Was it something inbred or learned?
She barked orders, and the other children fell into place
She was a scrawny little thing, weighing nothing.
But a queen, a czar, a flying ace.
Her hand on her hip, she began redirecting.
The children scrambled, trying to please her.
I smirked and smiled, trying to look away.
But I could not, for I was fascinated by her.
God had somehow given her the blessings we all want.
Confidence, satisfaction, joy, and the gift of persuasion.
What are you doing here? An old lady asked me.
“Just observing the pretty flowers,” I said.
I moved along….
Kicking Tires
So that is next year’s model, is it now?
The vintage being deftly moved aside.
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
The vintage is deftly moved aside,
the owner seeks his youth in pristine sheen
Her sleekness won’t survive the filthy ride.
I was once the starlet in this scene.
The owner, seeking youth in pristine sheen
his hand on one, his eyes upon the next;
the vintage and the fresh, both rides I’ve been.
I feel oddly sorry for them, vexed.
His hand drops down, his eyes are on the next;
the Classic with her charm and Botox tried.
I feel oddly sorry for her, vexed.
Her perch, always precarious, slides.
The Classic with her charm and Botox tried
She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
unsupported on that perch, she starts to slide
the modern model starts a slow advance.
She meets my eyes, and casts her gaze askance
I feel oddly sorry for them both, and how
the modern model starts the slow advance...
So, this is next year’s model, is it now?