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She Be a Poet: Maybe

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Is there a way to uncomplicated times when nothing and no one vexed her,
She wades through, thinking where has that girl gone,
there once, now she’s a memory.

Where is her rosy outlook hiding, why is it now thorny,
Eyes wide once, colours vibrant and everywhere, replaced by tunnel vision, blind to opportunity on the left, destined path to the right.

Maybe is a word she hears, in her mind and the lips of others,
what fear stops committed words, they aren’t so scary are they?
The wish for something better, an offer, there are but few,
She waits because she knows she is, the only one that’s true.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: Glittered Aura

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Caught in mindless trivia the air begins stink,

I find my soul is fading, tilting, nervous, on the brink.

Deep breaths, I emerge from negativity, own air, it seems to work,

The foul inside banished forever, be gone, tip toeing, you lurked.

 

It took soul-searching to find you, instinct whispers you are there,

I breathe you out, no drama or dramatic flare.

Dark grey hue, you are smoking, fuming at my nerve,

Glittered aura replaced you, shining brighter, this is love.

@Michelle Sotiriou 2014

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She Be a Poet: What They Say…

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What they say matters if telling is in truth,

You think yourself well covered but you don’t see what they do.

What they say sends lightening volts, thunder taps your brain,

You thought yourself recovered but you need to think again.

What they say can’t touch you, prick your skin and you will bleed,

Your thoughts will manifest again in loneliness , double speed.

What they say, if they mean well, is only for the good,

You see them only in clear light, free from shrouded hood.

I somehow asked their opinion, telepathically perhaps?

My energy drew questions, momentary lapse?

© Michelle Sotiriou 2014