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07-05-09

5M

P9

The River's End

The wind cuts through our

Embrace
I let go of you
And walk away

And then the unthinkable
You lie dead
In a week

And I drop to my knees

In the cemetery
The chill
Rips through me

And there you are
Finally
We can be together

 But your hand
Is transparent
Your lips are not filled

With red
And you hold me

Tenderly
"Now we can be free"
You whisper
"The world before
Never kept us

Bound

We were not 
Free to run around
I was tied 
To a woman
And children

But I desired
You
My darling
So now I am
Gone

But I walk
Beside you
Lie with you at night

I am yours
Now

So don't fear
I am here.

Then I cry

Out aloud
"God
You gave him me.
But you cheated
He is not free
We are not in the
Same place and time
He is not really mine."

And I feel the

Water rush
Over my hand

I am not on land
I have jumped to 
My freedom

Down to the river's end 
And I cannot breathe 
I swallow the ocean
Ready to burst

I raise to the
Surface
And I float

Above
God is waiting
But I deserve no mercy

He lets me
See you
And
There you are 
Waiting
I am with him
Now, Lord

Now he is mine.

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Ripe Love

 

You're the love
I hope to have

In the mornings
So bitter
And I feel a
Shiver
Of light
Through the whole of my spine
It's the end of my life
When the winter closes off
And the summer is burning
Stinging the heart
Like a fever
Of rain
You bring wholesome
Fruit of tenderness and richness
So
Juicy
And full of flavour
I bite into your
Heart
And pull out
The veins of blood, red, ripe
I take them in my
Red circle of love
Again.

****

 Blue and Red

The problem with life is
 It's up and down
 Nothing goes around and
Around
In a circle so that
We can hang on for dear life
When we're falling
I like it when it's high
And I feel mighty
There's not a feeling
Of a hangover
And I can get on with the
Day even when it's a little grey
Out there

I like blue
It's a colour
Of storms and oceans
And not so dead like red
Which is the most wanted colour
Of roses
That you will get
To represent a love
That will be dying as
Soon
As the petals
Collapse
On the cold
Blue floor.

 

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Poetry

by

Vanessa Malisa

The Stomach Muscles

Are you misshapen and un-shapely
Inside
And nothing really fits
All the shapes in your heart
Are squashed within
And the skin is tearing
And the stomach muscles are
Tense and taut
But inside you are filled with
Doubt and nervous tension
Ready to explode into

A frenzy
Of confused atoms
So that you will be
Poisoned by your own
Anxiety
Only to find that

Everything you did to
Yourself
Internally was all your
Senseless fault?

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