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Rebuttle

You say he will save me from my storm.

You forget, I grew up in these waters.

For eighteen years I have fallen asleep to the wailing wind,

the lamentation of a dying world.

You are right

the world has fallen

into despair

and everywhere I look I see shards of dreams that were left to collect dust.

I too smell the putrid odor of greed

and freedom does not feel very free anymore.

We have forgotten to read the fine print.

We have forgotten that boldness and easy come at a price

and now we realize our bank accounts are empty

and still we leave our hearts closed.

What of it?

I see it all more clearly than most

and sometimes I think I myself am the raging wind.

What of it though?

You think that feeling threatened and baring my teeth will solve the problem!

You think loving only when authority tells you to is real love?

Love is blood stained hands from cradling your dying child hit by concrete after an exsplosion.

Love is dragging a unconsious stranger from a burning car.

Love is

surviving the storm because of love.

You tell me love is folded hands and bent knees.

You tell me he can save me from my storm.

I ask you:

How can anyone save you from yourself?

-Eva M.M.

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FTM

They say a lot of things

but they won’t say ‘He’.

I say,  “Ashes to ashes

dust to dust.

I will see you when I’m free.”

– Eva M.M.

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“Me and the pen, we are one. If it’s ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Words ( for Bri.)

Your words

covering mine,

vapor in the air.

Our love,

light between pale leaves,

translucent skin,

wilted roses pressed between pallid parchment.

In my eternal frost

I would give it all

just to feel the burn,

the scalding imprint of

you upon me

as I lay intertwined

in my safe haven,

my secret nook.

In your arms

I am beautiful.

– Eva M.M.

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“Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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A letter to Spencer

We talked a lot about life.

How life is kind of a bitch

and how I thought you had grown to despise me

and love,

we talked about love,

teapots and paying the rent

because

Everything Has Changed.

We are not who we used to be,

young girls forced to live in World,

forced to grow up,

once a year learning we weren’t alone.

Everything Has Changed.

Now you are the young man that you always were

and I am the wilted flower I always will be

but we are still the same.

Somewhere in between breaths

and running across parking lots;

Somewhere between work, school and dreaming;

Somewhere between Worlds,

you and I  

lost track of

you and I;

I blinked and I told myself

Everything Had Changes

but nothing has my 2.a.m, milking parlor friend.

The truth is

all we have ever done

is grow

into growing

towards growing

into growing —

separately inseperble

and

P.s. you were right,

blood has nothing to do with it.
– Eva M.M.

Stay strong buddy. I love you.

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Assesorie to murder.

I was talking to you

while they died

and freedom vaporized.

Tattered skirts

and

tattered morals.

god shed his grace on us,

love sick, 

as there blood was shed.

We dress our parts well

with the glimmer of

our assesorie to murder.
– Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow “

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Cries …subdued.

We cry

because

We care

because

We love

because

We exist

because

Of love,

because

They cared

–cries heard in the dismal night,

subdued by soft lips.
-Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Capsized 

Salt-

water

upon my skin.

You-

r voice

seeps right in.
-Eva M.M.

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” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

     

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Hell/Heaven bound #’s 1,2,3,4

#1

In hell

with you

we would be

in heaven.
#2

We went walking

by the water

and we kissed.

Damned to hell

we were heaven bound.
#3

In hell with you

tongues tied

we would be

heaven bound.
#4 

Dante forgot to write us in,

you and I,

But we spoke of the swans 

and the twisted nature of modern day feminism.

Slothfully drunk on each other’s lips

we fell sleepily into the fifth burning ring.

Dante may have forgotten

the quiet boy and the melacholic girl

but damned to hell

we were heaven bound.
– Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one.If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”

Hey everybody so I am officially back from my wonderful trip to Ireland and plan on catching up with you all by doing a few posts based on my trip there.For now though, I will remain vague and let you wonder more and more about the nature of these more recent posts, which as much as I wish I could make myself what to share them with you in a more honest manner, I need to share the words with you and let you feel their weight but have the real nature and who they are about remain forever between me, that person and anyone who somehow  unpuzzles it all on their own.