Faustina Marie

A mother's love
Wraps around you like the wind,
Invisible, incomprehensible, and inescapable-
Not that you would want to escape
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Lovely, lovely, lovely;
They say that you are lovely

I see the sparkling in your eyes
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I once went to a recital
For Spoken Word Poetry

A young man and woman
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Waiting for the gun to go off
The bell to sound
The light to flash:
Waiting for my life to start
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I hear the screams now,
Before, the sound of the explosion
Deafened me.
Now, the last piercing sound
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Want and need
Passion and trust
Pleasure and pain
These are acquitted to love
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Follow the worn stone path
And duck under the low hanging branch
Then reach,
Reach for the heavens however you can;
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I know we've chosen seperate paths
and those paths may never cross again,
I know I've taken twists and turns
While you've stared blindly straight ahead
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Conflict is undesirable
Defense is difficult
Contempt seems condemning
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The body is strong
it has the drive,
the hidden reserve
to keep going, to push further
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I know it.
I know the pain that weighs you down
The dark heavy chain ensnaring your heart
And weaving around all your limbs
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I turn away
Unable to bare anymore
Of the sorrow
I can't seem to dissolve
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Maybe I've become too attatched, too entraced,
I can't keep you from my consciouness,
Sleep has meandered and delayed itself
Steeping me in your abscence,
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My hint was more than that,
My words were less vague than
Had my thoughts spilled out before you
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If thoughts and troubles were my ocean,
Daily life my mainland isle,
You would be the rock rising bravely
Off shore a quarter mile
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I don't remember much
About Ivy anymore, but
I know she was my best friend.
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Torn in half, I spit into the wind
Fully aware of the consequence,
The saliva slapping my cheek
Displacing mascara polluted tears
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What when the paper cuts
Fester and bleed
Rather than sting for a brief moment only?
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what happened to the man i glimpsed
no more than a year ago?
does he still breathe beneath the boy
who i have come to know?
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His smile invariably precedes my own
The tones of his voice are spices
A longing for him lingers in his absence
He is mine;
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