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  In the Blink of an Eye

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Close my eyes too tightly, Like an Overcautious man Closes his new lipstick colored engine; Kissing it twice to ensure divine safety. Stained with love and yet it is merely a smudge; A pool of berries off the bush, Squished between webbings of the pale girl, Giggling with her hair coiled t...
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  I Will Never Fall In Love

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  I will never fall in love. Instead my body will paint itself in different shades of green, Like the inch worm hiding within the sleeping willow, That is barely ever seen. When and if my heart skips a beat, My mind will impulsively retreat and disperse into the air. Like a bursting firework o...
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  Don't tell Him; She's Alive

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Strands of death dance within her fingertips, As her iron chest lifts upward into the air. Drops of atoms ignite into soft sizzles and dust, Followed by the stale breeze of her surrender. Perpetual minutes mold into undying hours; The hands of power note every passing second, Only to validate ...
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  I Have Been Dead Before

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  I have been dead before. There was no funeral, no obituary, no grave, But I promise you I was dead. There was no last beat, no final breath, no farewell, There was no ‘I’m sorry for your loss,’ with a sympathetic smile. But I promise you – I was dead. There was no more life to be found...
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  Past Entwined with Present

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Sometimes I find myself missing the taste of your skin. A certain song comes through the speakers to my ears, and my body is thrown into a sea of memories. And I can feel the beat of your heart as I trace your bare chest with my fingers. I love the way you breathe as I bite your neck – yo...
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  I See You Now, and You Haven't Broken Me

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Him- With my timid glances my eyes found the mirage; Gentle hands caressing giggling gullible girls, Pale eyes of blue lurking above a slight smile. The closer I got the more the illusion faded off, Exposing the scorching asphalt beneath the cool puddles. Your coarse hands seized hold of my vu...
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  Guilty as a Grim Reaper

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  At daybreak, the messenger was killed by my hand; I grasped and cleaved the life where it once grew, Claiming it selfishly for my own eyes to view. Violet allured and the desire began to expand. Each morning the secret scent of future days Secretes whirlwinds of intoxicating haze. A lust...
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  Breathe

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Wheels are turning; rolling through the puddles, As I breathe in deep and let it go just as desperately. The music vibrates through the drums of my ears: Play; Repeat - Words I will never understand. The lights, like gems, are sprawled out onto the ground. Sparkling and coveted reds and greens ...
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  All Grown Up

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  The pendulum cannot be controlled anymore, Not to say it ever could, but it constantly seemed, There was time for fairy tales and time for dreams, Time for inch worms and climbing the trees, Time for the river and soaking our shoes, Time for everything and nothing to lose. The waves crash hard...
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  Freedom Reigns

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  There is a friend I keep with me throughout every day, In secret we whisper of the ocean or of sneaking away. My friend will never forfeit, not even while I sleep, The moment my lids close it creeps into my dreams. Depicting images of the world, and all I’ve yet to see, Making me a fairyt...
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  Impede, Recede, and Concede

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  My heart does not beat for you anymore. It powers down, ensuring no emotion. I dare not surrender to your poison potion, But flee from wounds which time could not restore. What a pedestal that has been set, An unyielding power coarse hands caress, Fear lurks beyond confidence, I confess. My o...
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  Don't Forget to Write

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  We are the writers, The idealists, the liberals, The lovers and the villains. We are the magic makers of our time. If it is power you are hunting for, Look beyond the words you see. Beyond the letters, the grammar, Or the spaces inbetween. Think about your heart, And of how it makes you fe...
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  Balance

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  I am on the end of the seesaw, With no one to balance me out, Lingering for eternity, Staring around at the world, Wondering who will get me out of my latest mess. Flawed and hopeless, But wait for me. Wait for the day where I inch towards the center, And learn to seesaw all my own, Holding...
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  Ants

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  We all sit on our couches, Claiming some sort of insignificance. Relying on the idea that We are too small to make a difference. But like ants to an afternoon picnic, We could besiege our economic downfall, Or our poverty stricken streets, And our diminishing jobs. Together we could change o...
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  He will be fine - Of this, I am certain.

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  The darkness crept, slowly divulging our vulnerable And weary heads, hearts, and souls. Lost in the uncertainty of a choice made by a brother, Without care or confirmation from another. To enlist in the war without cause, Is to solicit God among the clouds, Meet him at the golden gate, And be...
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  Fugitive of the Fall

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  I wish to be a leaf, Living life around the Fall. I could change every day until I am unrecognizable, A fugitive, with a new stolen identity, Never to be found; forever unknown. I am green, gentle, and sweet, But tomorrow I will be golden like the sun which grew me, Joyful and liberated as I ...
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  No More Chances;

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Think you’re so smart when you talk like that, Mixing words and rhymes to a picture perfect apology, Setting it all down right but you don’t mean a word, No, you’re insincere, cavalier, And the show is up for me; the curtain drawn. No need for that one last and final song, Be...
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  We are Wild Horses Never to be Tamed

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Here we stand, facing brittle unlocked doors. They once stood almighty powerful, Hovering over us like reins; Pulling at our innocence. They brought us in as wild horses, never to be tamed, Our sun kissed faces screamed with pride, Expounding the fire lighting our hearts inside. We had crash...
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  85 and Sunny

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  I watched the wind dance gleefully with the trees, Tickle through my sun kissed hair, and bounce from my freckled face. The countless colored flowers splashed their way into my eyes, Like paint onto a canvas, Hung upon my memory’s walls, An original summer day forever kept. Never to be s...
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  This Is Happiness

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  Here it is, that perfect moment. Where it's you, and only you in your own head, Your own being. Looking around at your very life. It has become the film, and you are the reel. And you have to decide if this movie is worth watching, If what you've played so far is enough to make you want to go ...
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  Dream World

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  As the gentle light of dawn sprawls out over the darkened sky, Birds sing blissfully greeting an old friend’s arrival. The sun’s newborn rays slither gently through the glass, quietly sinking themselves into your old and delicate skin. They turn the corpse of the night into a radiant life. ...
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  Greed

  

  By meggyt, Cranford, NJ

  I wish I could put the smell of rain in a jar. I’ll melt it to a potent wax, And burn it’s flame on a summer afternoon. I’ll take hostage of it’s drumming music. Carve a raindrop piano all my own, To play the raindrops work of art, As I inhale the rain’s perfected scent. The Rain m...