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Love is like a board game;
One where the rules are complex
There is no right move
Where to go to next.
Love is like a board game;
As it goes on you realise
You don't really understand the rules
But try play anyway.
Love is like a board game;
Misinterpreting the other player's thoughts,
Mistakes are made
In the desire to win.
Love is like a board game;
If pieces are lost its harder to play.
Or you can risk it with the remaining ones,
Knowing it might go wrong.
Sometimes in the middle of a game
Playing no longer gives you pleasure
You stop and accept it's not the same
Though moving on is no easy measure.
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Leaves let go gracefully
When the season comes to an end
Papering the ground, a carpet of colours
crisp at first and then subdued and soggy
Squished to the ground by clumsy feet
Stomping, squelching, trying to stop slipping.
Such is the switch of seasons
And the flipside of life
What starts out bright and full of promise
Can swiftly turn to sadness,
squelched to the ground by clumsy feet.
To let go gracefully isn’t easy; why can’t I learn that from the leaves?
But I guess slipping into sadness, yet somehow struggling back up to see the next season
Is in itself a sign of strength.
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Vanilla froth of the sea milk shakes
Rising and falling with my jumps, in motion with the rest of the crowd
All shimmering with sunscreen and that shiny, slick glow of freedom
Droplets shaken off a bikini land on my magazine and it rustles in rhythm with the pages of the book being turned next to me.
I squint, the heat of the sun beating down, insistently like the berating of mothers, mixed with greetings of ‘allo, nu, ma inyanim’.
I love lounging like this with legs stretched out,
different languages lapping all around-the lull of Russian, the drawl of American, the lilt of Australian
Mingling with Middle Eastern music playing somewhere near
All wafted along by the warm breeze, carried with the cozy coconut smell of sunscreen
All basking in the bliss that is Jerusalem beach.
The taste of the sea salty and grainy on my lips
Golden glimmers of sand stuck to my soles
Sharp shells lying scattered on the shore
Showers crowded, water splashing
It’s the city that never stops they say
But it’s October and in Tel Aviv time has been turned
And I want an endless summer of solitude
Spent on its stunning shoreline.
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The corrugated clang and creak of the escalator
Welcomes murmurs of lovers entwined in conversation
The lilted quick chatter of tourists
Interrupted by those racing- no regard for bags, or backpacks or babies.
Mechanically they step on and off
Fever is in their eyes
To get on, sit somewhere, go some place
Sometimes they push, like children in the playground
On the platform my plait snaps in the air
Wind lifts and tugs tendrils, teasing
The madness of monotony
Rattles insistently
Like the great beast on the tracks
Hurtling towards me
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Some kindness a day keeps the devil in my head away
Whispering I’m useless,
an anxiety fuelled love addict
Who will always be alone
Mad with the misery of my mistakes
But if I vanquish the devil with the same weapon that is my undoing;
if I fire love in this fractured world
Through small bullets of goodness
Then I’m still a love addict
But I’m not ashamed of it
It brings peace to this war I bring on myself.
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I loved you but the blaze was destructive
I had to always fight through the fiery furnace of feelings
Always grasping for something stable to find nothing
but smoke surrounding me
Sparks flying, burning, devouring my senses.
Vision clouded, throat burning I slowly sink to the floor
And finally I sit with my pain and let it burn like a flame,
It flickers for a while but won’t ever go out,
This agony is constant and cruel; my body and soul it claims.
They tell me time heals but still-I don’t think il ever quite be the same.
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skating on thin ice
afraid of slipping
afraid of it cracking
afraid of falling into the icy water beneath
i feel the chill
i feel the threat
i hear the rise and fall of danger
whistling in the air around me
happy voices clamour with children's screams
i have no voice
it is too cold outside
my breath comes in short, sharp spurts
words caught in my throat
words that stop themselves forming
unlike the puffs of smoke i breathe, dancing in the air
my skates are strong but the ice is not
i am right in the middle of the rink, no side to clutch on
disaster threatening
but i keep on going
no other choice.
regain my balance
skating on thin ice
hoping it won't crack
hoping i wont fall into the icy water beneath.
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Looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love in all the wrong faces
Looking for love in cold empty spaces
Self love’s been lost, pushed to the wayside
Replaced with rejection
Harmed by hurt
A concoction of confusion
churning inside
Pain pushed down by pragmatism-life must go on
Even though life seems stuck on playing
this endless
sad song.
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When sadness comes crawling
Sling it to the sewers
When self doubt keeps calling
Block its number
When the harsh words keep pouring
Put up your umbrella
Park your worries
On that deserted street
Let fear be its company
For the two will surely meet.
Home is where your heart lives
A safe, accepting place
And if someone gives you that same feeling
Welcome them into your space.
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As quickly as they come they disappear in a flash
Tearing your world apart
Dashing your dreams and hopes and wishes
Not giving a damn about the state they left your heart
Oh they'll cry in the end they always do
But do they come running after you?
No they watch you go
Give excuses high and low
How they need to be free to explore and discover
But pretty soon you'll see them on the arm of another
Fairytales are false fantasies
Dreams don't come true
Don't rely on a handsome prince
Happy ever after is up to you
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