The world is ours

The conspiracy of my own neuron cells plotting against me and influencing my thoughts. (I do feel like sometimes every one of them are separate creatures. That might explain my moods. Or that I'm woman. Nevermind.)

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I am lost in this thing they call life

Because it does not come with a map

And I find myself going in circles:

Living on coffee and tolerable wine

Waiting still to meet The one

Passing exams and checking dots.

I do it all, just like the rest of them

Yet I am lost amidst the flurry of desires

When all I want is a smile and a hug. 

-A day in my life

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I wait and wait for a call

While thinking too much

As I lose myself in words:

I gather unspoken words

To keep me company ,

They linger and mingle

And I forget the need to smile.

My inside world now is blooming

Slowly, as I forget the outside.

-I wait

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Hello darling, I want to envelop you in a mantle Of night’s darkness Made of sand from fallen stars So you’d shine, And I could love you every night. 

-Rise of a night star 

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Whisper to me slowly

While I lay dreaming by your side

Let me fall asleep with soft whispers.

Tell me stories about what you’ll do

When night falls upon us.

-When night falls

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Squeeze me gently

My hair spread out on your shoulder

Let me soak up your nearness.

I feel like blooming

So just kiss away every sigh

And let me paint smiles on your lips.

-Hugs

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I swirl a spoon in my tea 

To see those leaves circling

I get hypnotized so easily

Just like watching your smile

It’s fragrance is quite soothing

Silently relaxing me into sleep.

-A tea a day

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I feel my eyelids dropping as I

Surrender to the darkness.

So peaceful is my soul when 

Life does not interrupt my solitude.

-A moment of peace

(Confessions of a tired neuron)

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My dark side, hot like coffee

But sweet like an evening tea,

Has no redemption and no fear

For it have sinned 

Wanting to devour your soul,

I’ve planted kissess  on your skin

To map my way into your heart...

-The dark side

(Confessions of a sinner neuron)

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Those missed moments 

A glimpse too late,

Rewritten promises 

Burned by forgotten words,

A word said less 

That carved a scar ,

Maybe a tear too much

For not warranted causes.

Cared too much for 

Fruitless situations. 

-Past be past

(Confessions of remorseful neuron)

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Let me have a clear sky

So  I can stare wistfully 

At the moon which is still 

Hiding you from my eyes

Shining still so every night

Denying me a simple glimpse. 

-The moon 

(Confession of a hopeful neuron)

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As the cold sweeps through my clothes

I shiver while my muscles remember

The tremor they felt being held by you

The heat you provided on summer nights.

-Cold days

(Confession of a cold neuron)

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Paint your feelings on my skin

With feverish lips

Using those whispered feelings

As colors to tame my tremors.

Slowly but surely enclose me 

In your arms

Sing me lullabies in my ear

With soft words

Using groans and moans

And your fingers on my ribs

To lull me to an endless life with you. 

-Paint me

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The crow’s crying

While I’m sipping my coffee

Slowly, it gets colder

Inside and outside as well

The rain, albeit unseen

Still shines on every roof.

-Winter’s morning

Confessions of a cold neuron)

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My fingers in your hair Pulling you closer Lips a hair's breadth away Sucking in greedily air Color me red with emotions With no hesitation Grab my hand and just walk Toward Tomorrow. -Together

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You are my own blank page

Awaiting scripture 

That my lips shall draw upon your skin.

Your soul serves as my canvas

As I bare my own feelings

And splash my love on you. 

I will scratch maps on your back 

So you’ll find your way back. 

-Lost and found

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I open my eyes so I can see 

Beyond the wall my soul created

Beyond the infinite mystery of all:

The essence which guides us through.

I want to see our ancestor’s footprints,

Even where water had washed away the sand

Or where grass had grown over thombstones.

I have to, so I can understand the Day

The moment we live, the future we will create.

Let me feel their breath on my shoulder

A warm touch by the hand of history

To pass me their everlasting knowledge

That in no library or book could be found

I want to see their shredded tears

Broken dreams and leery feelings

That made Today be possible. 

-History

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A hand  in my hair, I feel it pulling me

Through the breath of space that fills the space

I feel an erratic sound reverberating 

It hits me harder than my wild pulse

I could trace the life under your skin 

I could kiss the place that keeps you alive

Pumping and gasping for a peck of air. 

So I extend my fingers and grasp your hand

To keep on touching for just a bit more.

-Hug