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Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

The Wild West (Unfinished)

A Little Promotion…

Okay, I know this blog is actually a promotion blog, but I just wanted give a shout-out to a friend of mine on Weebly. You might know her as Princess Poetry and has been a great help to this blog. She has been one of my most faithfull contributors in this blog. She writes on all kinds of topics so you are sure to find something to like about her. You can found her work here http://poeticpromise.weebly.com/ https://www.facebook.com/PoeticPromises



There’s a deadly cold inside and out.
It will take a fire to warm this cold.
It will take youth to fulfill this old.
It will take silver to sustain this gold.

There’s a fatal wind that blows from within.
A lethal battle all of us must choose to win.
It will take a beginning that must be found
To truly begin; to be safe and sound.

By Princess Poetry follow her @www.poeticpromise.weebly.com .



Invent new waves.
Watch them rise.
Notice how they fall.

They speak in a language all their own.
The universe is their home.
And they know that they are never alone.

They live.
They breathe.
They take only after they give.

Waves abide in the essence of what they save.
It’s incomprehensible to those who don’t listen.
Find the beauty in the water that truly glistens.

By: Princess poetry

Those First Steps

The Pure Joy !

That first kick.
That first cry.
That first little sigh.

That first breath.
That first smile.
Makes it worth that nine month mile.

That first crawl,
Those first steps down the hall,
Make the endless series of sleepless nights seem so small.

That first word,
First laugh,
Is the most precious thing any Mother ever heard.

BY: Princess Poetry follow her @https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100004563677013