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You're The Reason Why


Like a silent movie
He glides beside her
humming inaudible
Whispers
Of I love you not’s
Into the cracks of her shattered heart
Invoking childhood daydreams in black and white
of dragons, knights, and castles

Trying to press pass the illusion of the tall tower and being rescued
She wonders if she’s too old for picture books

Misty eyed again,
She looks up from her empty glass as a tear drop falls
But with a stolen glance he
catches her before she hits the ground
possibly, maybe
her heart drops

Gently scooting his stool closer to her chair
his hand begins a small wave gliding slowly through the air
Softly running his fingers through her uncombed hair

Exploring her face
he traces long forgotten smile lines like a road map of her yesterdays
And she like one-legged ballerina begins to wobble
Drunkenly in anticipation of love

His rough lips trace the corners of her mouth tugging them into a smile
But suddenly,
She feels something all too familiar
The clock strikes 12 and she is reminded that
There are no princes, castles, dungeons, or dragons
only
star crossed lovers

Without a word she blows him a kiss goodbye
And tip-toes across black and white images into the
Tomb with some poison and a dagger

By: Amanda Samoyloff



Talking Emotions


Alone I shed

My sorrow’s plight.

I look for rapture

My soul's delight.

Echoes still pouncing

Each day anew.

My heart still rains,

Blue blue blue.

Each day each night,

Through toil and sinew,

My rain still fights,

It still loves you.

Image so gray

Such blinding sun,

Without your presence,

My life's a gun.

Shades so dark

Without your kiss,

No more mornings,

No more bliss.

I miss your glee.

I miss your smile.

I cannot sleep.

It's been awhile.

And though I'm void,

Each morning wake,

Your memories give birth,

Like my life's at stake.

I thought to venture,

To lay it on the line.

But my pride would not surrender,

I ran out of time.

By: Johnathan Leonard Mills


I'm Building A House 


My house is sturdy in constitution, 

Upright in every way.

It is reinforced with fortitude,

And insulated in every escape.

The walls are collapsible,

But that's in case,

More room is needed for expansion.

And my ceiling will be low,

So I can feel big about myself,

And my floor will be covered with white carpet,

So that I may see the tracks I have made.

And my bedroom will be small,

So that it concentrates intimacy.

But my study will be large,

For it is big ideas that emerge.

And there will be many rooms,

Because I express myself in many ways,

But the most important thing about this house,

Is that I'm building it,

Inside of me.

By:Johnathan Leonard Mills    


...And When We Danced, the World Stood Still 


To my woman to be 


...And when our eyes met, 

we became as one,

and your beauty cast forth,

the scent of your love.

It eluded me at first,

And then it came...

Flailing from the air.

It encompassed my mind and body,

As your tenderness embraced me.

Your love entranced me,

As you kissed me,

Gently behind the ear.

And the warmth of your love

Enraptured me,

As the bonds of your body

Caressed me.

And we danced,

And we danced,

While the world stood still

By: Johnathan Leonard Mills