Authors.com2024-03-29T12:28:39ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikkahttp://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/1547958913?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1http://www.authors.com/group/poetry/forum/topic/listForContributor?groupUrl=poetry&user=3ij0g529ykhr5&feed=yes&xn_auth=noNot a Confessional Poemtag:www.authors.com,2015-03-01:3798404:Topic:1920412015-03-01T01:59:21.202ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">Her hair is wrought with</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">spider webs,</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">the ones that hang from trees</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">and…</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">Her hair is wrought with</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">spider webs,</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">the ones that hang from trees</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">and suspend leaves,</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">leaves that look like they’re</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">just hanging in the air, magic.</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">she stands on a rock, above us</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">like a big horn sheep</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">speaking about harm reduction;</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">reducing our carbon</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">footprint.</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">"Then, how do we stalk the people</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">we love?" I asked;</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">people laughed uneasily.</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">and funny questions</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">don’t provoke any answers,</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">let alone serious ones.</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">her horns roll around her ears,</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">like princess leia buns</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">but they’re hard and look dangerous,</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">especially when she paws the ground</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">like she wants to charge.</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">Charge us she does, $50</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">for the morning.</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">It will be hot yoga after this:</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">sweat and that buzzing</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">in the inner ears, the reeling</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">Feeling of vertigo.</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">If that’s what enlightenment feels</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">like, I could have just taken</font></font></p>
<p class="western" style="text-indent: -1.27cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 1.27cm;"><font face="Constantia, serif"><font size="3">A gravol.</font></font></p> Corrodedtag:www.authors.com,2014-09-29:3798404:Topic:1875042014-09-29T11:03:38.463ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<div style="margin-bottom: 5px; border-bottom-color: #cccccc; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid;"><h1>Corroded</h1>
</div>
<div style="font-size: 19px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px;"></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">I look at you sometimes</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">trying to figure out what it was</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">What ‘it’ was</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">that made me think I could love you forever</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">I probably can like you…</p>
</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 5px; border-bottom-color: #cccccc; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid;"><h1>Corroded</h1>
</div>
<div style="font-size: 19px;"><p style="margin-top: 0px;"></p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">I look at you sometimes</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">trying to figure out what it was</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">What ‘it’ was</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">that made me think I could love you forever</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">I probably can like you forever</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">but, love, never</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">because I don’t fancy you anymore</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">not even a little bit</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">your conversation gets on my tits</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">For a while now I’ve been sexually frustrated</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">even a giver gets pissed</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">I know it’s not all about sex</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">but bad sex does not help</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">You fulfil me in lots of other ways</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">but selfish loving becomes corrosive</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">eating</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">away</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px;">one orgasm might have saved us</p>
</div> Somebodystag:www.authors.com,2014-05-27:3798404:Topic:1830782014-05-27T21:29:38.761ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p> I wrote this, to relate to me more than anything I see myself as the special somebody. One who will put everyone before herself and it's inspired by Emily Dickinson's poem "Are you a Nobody". Comments, advice are always appreciated. Thank you.</p>
<p>~Carly Jean Montgomery-Wildermuth.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Emily once asked <br></br>“Are you a Nobody?”<br></br>Emily, I say to you<br></br>I am a somebody, a special somebody.<br></br>There are a lot of special somebody’s.<br></br>They’re different you see and want to be…</p>
<p> I wrote this, to relate to me more than anything I see myself as the special somebody. One who will put everyone before herself and it's inspired by Emily Dickinson's poem "Are you a Nobody". Comments, advice are always appreciated. Thank you.</p>
<p>~Carly Jean Montgomery-Wildermuth.</p>
<p></p>
<p>Emily once asked <br/>“Are you a Nobody?”<br/>Emily, I say to you<br/>I am a somebody, a special somebody.<br/>There are a lot of special somebody’s.<br/>They’re different you see and want to be seen as special and different.<br/>Painters want to be seen, and loved.<br/>Musicians wish to be heard and enjoyed.<br/>People, like I, want acceptance.<br/>We want everything and nothing.<br/>Friends are great, but we can live without them.<br/>Our moods change with the people around.<br/>We find pity for each other but not for ourselves.<br/>We are thought as “bipolar”<br/>When really we’re confused.<br/>We want everyone happy before us, and do anything to make it so.<br/>No we are not Nobody’s we are special somebody’s and we don’t ask for much<br/>All we require is acceptance.</p> FOR CHARLES AND VALERIEtag:www.authors.com,2014-02-19:3798404:Topic:1815522014-02-19T14:49:27.336ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p></p>
<p> </p>
<p> Written By: R.F. Husnik</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am not worthy</p>
<p>to join those who live</p>
<p>along the north shore</p>
<p>of the river. Yet, I</p>
<p>must answer their question:</p>
<p>“Man who’s come to us</p>
<p>from where the artist</p>
<p>has painted a bay green,</p>
<p>what are your perceptions</p>
<p>of our city now, and what</p>
<p>about its newest lovers?”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And I said: “My observations</p>
<p>are…</p>
<p></p>
<p> </p>
<p> Written By: R.F. Husnik</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am not worthy</p>
<p>to join those who live</p>
<p>along the north shore</p>
<p>of the river. Yet, I</p>
<p>must answer their question:</p>
<p>“Man who’s come to us</p>
<p>from where the artist</p>
<p>has painted a bay green,</p>
<p>what are your perceptions</p>
<p>of our city now, and what</p>
<p>about its newest lovers?”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And I said: “My observations</p>
<p>are perhaps best left unshared;</p>
<p>they’re clouded by my</p>
<p>gargantuan ego.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>“But you know,</p>
<p>had I known years ago</p>
<p>that someday I’d meet</p>
<p>Joe, Sharon, Rashon, John,</p>
<p>Ralph, Amber, Renni, and</p>
<p>all the others, I might well</p>
<p>have prayed: ‘Master sustain me,</p>
<p>till dawns the day I shall</p>
<p>meet them all face to face.’”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But now I’ve learned of two</p>
<p>others – two lives separate now</p>
<p>which may one day be one, but</p>
<p>we don’t know that for certain,</p>
<p>only literature’s gods can decide</p>
<p>such fates</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And I wonder if editors,</p>
<p>agents, publishers, etc. will</p>
<p>grant their blessings to</p>
<p>Charles and Valerie – he’s</p>
<p>from this city, but she’s</p>
<p>European. She lives in the</p>
<p>city of light.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And what an appropriate</p>
<p>comparison is offered between</p>
<p>a source of any light, and the</p>
<p>love of those two who’ve</p>
<p>actually, I’m humbled to admit,</p>
<p>changed my life just by their</p>
<p>desire to live and love</p>
<p>within a world that’s</p>
<p>different now – changed</p>
<p>for all causes of all types</p>
<p>of freedom</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And the light of their romance</p>
<p>is strong enough to brighten</p>
<p>all darkness still emanating</p>
<p>from any or all</p>
<p>inquisitions of man</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But that man unworthy</p>
<p>tried to give them a gift</p>
<p>of reflection, yet</p>
<p>established minds said</p>
<p>“What will become of love affairs</p>
<p>supersedes your pen’s</p>
<p>ability to relate.”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And thus, bereft of that</p>
<p>chance, today that man</p>
<p>attempts to grant those lovers</p>
<p>the possibility to love,</p>
<p>or not love one another,</p>
<p>and to demonstrate</p>
<p>a romance which might</p>
<p>outshine other contemporary</p>
<p>illuminations, as it</p>
<p>simultaneously claims for</p>
<p>modern man all enlightenments</p>
<p>and symbolisms</p>
<p>which may today</p>
<p>radiate from out the Renaissance still</p> WINDOW VIEWS PART TWO: INSIDE LOOKING OUTWARDtag:www.authors.com,2013-12-28:3798404:Topic:1802782013-12-28T17:49:56.321ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> Written By: R.F. HUSNIK</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I’m thinking all I can</p>
<p>really hope for here,</p>
<p>on the inside,</p>
<p>is that time will</p>
<p>pass by peacefully there,</p>
<p>on the outside.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But yes,</p>
<p>I’m thinking also of course</p>
<p>that it’s only through</p>
<p>chance – yet wait – isn’t</p>
<p>it also through choice</p>
<p>that I’m here today</p>
<p>on the inside</p>
<p>looking…</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> Written By: R.F. HUSNIK</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>I’m thinking all I can</p>
<p>really hope for here,</p>
<p>on the inside,</p>
<p>is that time will</p>
<p>pass by peacefully there,</p>
<p>on the outside.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But yes,</p>
<p>I’m thinking also of course</p>
<p>that it’s only through</p>
<p>chance – yet wait – isn’t</p>
<p>it also through choice</p>
<p>that I’m here today</p>
<p>on the inside</p>
<p>looking outward?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And here my watching</p>
<p>nourishes my capability</p>
<p>to comprehend what can be</p>
<p>deduced from</p>
<p>sighted outward</p>
<p>landscapes, life forms,</p>
<p>and occurrences</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And now</p>
<p>I can accept as true</p>
<p>what appear to be</p>
<p>verifiable pictures</p>
<p>modified slightly – and</p>
<p>admittedly by the panes</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And those portrayals</p>
<p>of all I currently see</p>
<p>provide worthwhile diversity,</p>
<p>and hint that</p>
<p>to see raindrops fall</p>
<p>is sadness</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Thus, who wouldn’t</p>
<p>rather hide within</p>
<p>either daylight’s or night’s</p>
<p>shelter, than expose</p>
<p>his or her control</p>
<p>to the controlling outbursts</p>
<p>of either man or nature?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But yes, of course</p>
<p>a lot of people</p>
<p>are in, or are</p>
<p>seeking control there</p>
<p>on the outside.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Yet, they can’t regulate</p>
<p>inner minds,</p>
<p>and, minds on the inside,</p>
<p>having been informed of</p>
<p>what’s to be seen</p>
<p>by eyes that have seen it,</p>
<p>formulate codes of correctness</p>
<p>within themselves,</p>
<p>condensed naturally from</p>
<p>all fragments of all</p>
<p>actions and viewpoints</p>
<p>known now to exist</p>
<p>on the outside</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Yes, and such formulation</p>
<p>offers then, hopefully</p>
<p>peace of mind to that mind</p>
<p>which has accomplished</p>
<p>such formulation</p>
<p>on the inside</p>
<p>through its control</p>
<p>of eyes looking outside.</p> Mantag:www.authors.com,2013-12-24:3798404:Topic:1802602013-12-24T13:13:27.037ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p>When did I become a man <br></br> Was it when hollow bullets became full<br></br> Finding out friends, hardly last until the end<br></br> But when they do, it’s for forever <br></br> Was it after the first heart break<br></br> Or the second, maybe third<br></br> Yet some how I no longer want to forget<br></br> I want to remember every lesson of the heart<br></br> Feel every slice of the knife of love<br></br> Every smile again <br></br> Redemption comes in more than pills <br></br> Feel it in the splitting atom of life <br></br> Surviving…</p>
<p>When did I become a man <br/> Was it when hollow bullets became full<br/> Finding out friends, hardly last until the end<br/> But when they do, it’s for forever <br/> Was it after the first heart break<br/> Or the second, maybe third<br/> Yet some how I no longer want to forget<br/> I want to remember every lesson of the heart<br/> Feel every slice of the knife of love<br/> Every smile again <br/> Redemption comes in more than pills <br/> Feel it in the splitting atom of life <br/> Surviving the worst, taught me more than the easy days<br/> Knowledge is power, write your book wisely <br/> Ink dries, but never dies</p> WINDOW VIEWS PART ONE: ALL WAYStag:www.authors.com,2013-12-08:3798404:Topic:1796242013-12-08T16:47:45.175ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> Written By: R.F. HUSNIK</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>When removed from</p>
<p>glass enclosures</p>
<p>I often can’t comprehend</p>
<p>all I see</p>
<p> </p>
<p>For me,</p>
<p>the glass must function</p>
<p>as a filter of sorts.</p>
<p>It must portray life as I</p>
<p>wish it could be – not</p>
<p>necessarily as it is</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And, away from the glass</p>
<p>I must contend with what,</p>
<p>for lack of better…</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> Written By: R.F. HUSNIK</p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>When removed from</p>
<p>glass enclosures</p>
<p>I often can’t comprehend</p>
<p>all I see</p>
<p> </p>
<p>For me,</p>
<p>the glass must function</p>
<p>as a filter of sorts.</p>
<p>It must portray life as I</p>
<p>wish it could be – not</p>
<p>necessarily as it is</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And, away from the glass</p>
<p>I must contend with what,</p>
<p>for lack of better terminology,</p>
<p>is “really real.”</p>
<p>And when I look</p>
<p>upon all I see then,</p>
<p>it must be, that</p>
<p>at that time, I see</p>
<p>only what the Master wishes</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And though,</p>
<p>as I’ve already said,</p>
<p>my comprehension seems</p>
<p>somewhat “compromised” then,</p>
<p>I’m thinking I’m, at that time,</p>
<p>supposed to imagine</p>
<p>whatever possible potential goodness</p>
<p>might exist in all my eyes</p>
<p>might then present my mind</p>
<p>for consideration of</p>
<p> </p>
<p>But, frankly,</p>
<p>I don’t want to allow</p>
<p>all my life’s moments</p>
<p>to elapse in the</p>
<p>pursuit of</p>
<p>possible potential present-time goodness</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And, truthfully,</p>
<p>I need the escape</p>
<p>of glass induced views.</p>
<p>And, I need to look from</p>
<p>the inside out</p>
<p>to see outside weather,</p>
<p>and from the outside in</p>
<p>to see inside situations</p>
<p> </p>
<p>And when I experience</p>
<p>such “looking through” experiences,</p>
<p>I then can easily fathom</p>
<p>why so many mortals</p>
<p>ask why the sun shines one day</p>
<p>and rain falls the next.</p> a name, a bridgetag:www.authors.com,2013-11-06:3798404:Topic:1791112013-11-06T19:03:59.741ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p>Name?</p>
<p>inquired the teacher</p>
<p>of the new comer.</p>
<p>Bridge, she announced, with the flair</p>
<p>of an actor,</p>
<p>“Ah! A connector, we have here,”</p>
<p>said the teacher.</p>
<p>With a ‘t’ appended,</p>
<p>the star added.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Animals refer not to each other by name</p>
<p>someone once wrote.</p>
<p>They rather sniff out their kinds.</p>
<p>The male deer chases not after the female</p>
<p>screeching “hey Sandie!”</p>
<p>“I’ll catch up with…</p>
<p>Name?</p>
<p>inquired the teacher</p>
<p>of the new comer.</p>
<p>Bridge, she announced, with the flair</p>
<p>of an actor,</p>
<p>“Ah! A connector, we have here,”</p>
<p>said the teacher.</p>
<p>With a ‘t’ appended,</p>
<p>the star added.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Animals refer not to each other by name</p>
<p>someone once wrote.</p>
<p>They rather sniff out their kinds.</p>
<p>The male deer chases not after the female</p>
<p>screeching “hey Sandie!”</p>
<p>“I’ll catch up with thee!”</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I once met a Taylor</p>
<p>who dressed like a sailor</p>
<p>and an Angeline</p>
<p>with a face like a tangerine</p>
<p>A Leo from a long time ago,</p>
<p>I remember</p>
<p>who donned a beard like a goat.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Dogs have characters</p>
<p>peculiar.</p>
<p>But don’t sniff me like one</p>
<p>for I’m not that kind</p>
<p>and don’t call me “Hey you!”</p>
<p>A generic for inconnu.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Bridge with a ‘t’ appended</p>
<p>the teacher regarded</p>
<p>the brazen newbie.</p>
<p>Is that a popular name in your area?</p>
<p>Yes, like your Maria</p>
<p>Well … smiled the teacher,</p>
<p>a name that connects</p>
<p>is not quite easy to forget.</p>
<p> </p> Please leave a comment :)tag:www.authors.com,2013-09-24:3798404:Topic:1787562013-09-24T08:46:51.105ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://tinted-reflections.blogspot.in/2013/09/a-blind-star-gazer.html">A Blind Star Gazer</a></h3>
<div class="post_date"><div class="post_date_day"> </div>
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<div class="post-body entry-content"><div class="p1">Dark were the nights, the clouds covered the moon</div>
<div class="p1">Dark were the ways, I am lost so soon.</div>
<div class="p1">Groping along the midnight road</div>
<div class="p1">Clutching on a candle along I strode...…</div>
</div>
<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://tinted-reflections.blogspot.in/2013/09/a-blind-star-gazer.html">A Blind Star Gazer</a></h3>
<div class="post_date"><div class="post_date_day"> </div>
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<div class="post-body entry-content"><div class="p1">Dark were the nights, the clouds covered the moon</div>
<div class="p1">Dark were the ways, I am lost so soon.</div>
<div class="p1">Groping along the midnight road</div>
<div class="p1">Clutching on a candle along I strode...</div>
<div class="p1">Hello sky, let go of your clouds</div>
<div class="p1">I pray to you, long and loud.</div>
<div class="p2"> </div>
<div class="p1">One such night, I looked up at the sky,</div>
<div class="p1">And of all the stars, one did catch my eye.</div>
<div class="p1">The star that shines the brightest of all</div>
<div class="p1">The star that you stare at, full of awe...</div>
<div class="p1">Star-gazer, I would have never been</div>
<div class="p1">Had it not been for this twinkling thing.</div>
<div class="p2"> </div>
<div class="p1">So I stared at the star above me high,</div>
<div class="p1">Long enough to dazzle my eyes.</div>
<div class="p1">So what, the brightness adds to me</div>
<div class="p1">I learn too, to shine with glee...</div>
<div class="p1">Shine on star, you are the king</div>
<div class="p1">Radiance to our lives, you do bring.</div>
<div class="p2"> </div>
<div class="p1">But the star was a shooting star...</div>
<div class="p1">And one night, when the sky was dark,</div>
<div class="p1">And the moon was gone,</div>
<div class="p1">It fell from my sky,</div>
<div class="p1">Down into the earth,</div>
<div class="p1">Crashing onto my hopes,</div>
<div class="p1">Straight into my eyes.</div>
<div class="p2"> </div>
<div class="p1">And, that was the end.</div>
<div class="p1">Of me gazing at the star...</div>
<div class="p1">Not because the star was gone,</div>
<div class="p1">Not because I lost the star...</div>
<div class="p1">But because, every time I opened my eyes</div>
<div class="p1">I could only see a dark dark sky…</div>
<div class="p1">All around me all the while</div>
<div class="p1">And I realized</div>
I have lost my sight.</div> Sissytag:www.authors.com,2013-09-19:3798404:Topic:1785262013-09-19T02:21:14.416ZBirgitta Abimbola Heikkahttp://www.authors.com/profile/BirgittaAbimbolaHeikka
<p>My sister's and I's relationship is not normal or perfect this sums up the last 16 years of my life and my 3 sister's involvement.</p>
<p align="center">Sissy</p>
<p>I love you sissy, you’re so tall, and your belly so chubby.</p>
<p>Why is it so chubby? Is that a baby? He’s so cute.</p>
<p>Why don’t you love me sissy? I never see you.</p>
<p>Sissy you’re belly it’s big again! She’s so cute?</p>
<p>Sissy why does she play in the dirt?</p>
<p>I love her sissy she reminds me of…</p>
<p>My sister's and I's relationship is not normal or perfect this sums up the last 16 years of my life and my 3 sister's involvement.</p>
<p align="center">Sissy</p>
<p>I love you sissy, you’re so tall, and your belly so chubby.</p>
<p>Why is it so chubby? Is that a baby? He’s so cute.</p>
<p>Why don’t you love me sissy? I never see you.</p>
<p>Sissy you’re belly it’s big again! She’s so cute?</p>
<p>Sissy why does she play in the dirt?</p>
<p>I love her sissy she reminds me of you!</p>
<p>Sissy why isn’t your baby boy moving? Why isn’t he breathing?</p>
<p>Sissy? Where did you go? Why did you leave?</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I love you sissy, you’re so nice and funny!</p>
<p>Your belly’s big, the baby’s cute. I love my Nicky.</p>
<p>Thank you sissy for watching me I’m glad you love me too!</p>
<p>Sissy, you have three boys, your big belly is getting smaller.</p>
<p>I’m proud of you sissy. I love you sissy don’t leave me.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I love you sissy! We’re so close in age, you love me right?</p>
<p>You love your skishy? I love your baby. He looks like daddy.</p>
<p>Sissy why are John’s eyes red? Why is he shaky?</p>
<p>Sissy! Your wrist there brown and sore?!</p>
<p>Why did he hurt you? Why did he hurt your boys?</p>
<p>Why does he steal? Why do you protect him?</p>
<p>Why do you lie? Why don’t I see you? Why do you want money?</p>
<p>Why sissy why? Why do you lie to skishy?</p>