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She knew she had him
Right where he should be:
Shivering in the sudden cold,
Sweltering in the intense heat,
and above all, completely helpless.
His fate was in her hand, and all she had
To do was to lean forward one tiny bit -
But she didn't, she wouldn't,
Because that would reveal
Her helplessness.

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Ok, so Ojai poetry contest is coming up, and I can send in 3 poems. It's up to you guys to decide which ones (Ewaak, you're off the hook....for now). Any ideas? I also realized I hadn't updated one poem that I am particularly proud of, but I'm not sure about submitting it because a) it's best in context and b) it's kind of a personal poem. Ok, that second one doesn't really work considering some of my other poems, but what the hey. Can you guys give me your top 3 favorites (in your copious free time, of course)? Love you guys!

Cloud Nine

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul,

Each shade of color manifesting the palette of the heart.

If this is so, let me count the tones of your irises;

Let me spend days gazing into your eyes.

The view is spectacular

Up here in heaven, the weather a perfect mix

Of champagne sunlight and dip ‘n dots snow.

I am drunk off of happiness, satiated by the frozen tears

That never hit the ground.

I stick out my tongue to catch the flavors:

Mint and chocolate, cinnamon rolls and Arizona,

But it’s the Colorado that gets me.

Moi, j’aime cet endroit; il me bien plait.

Toujours contente, pas heureuse, parce que

Le bonheur peut devenir ennuyeux et monotone plus vite.

Mais toi, tu restes un bon âme,

Et je t’aime toujours.*

No sunset could ever hold a candle to the mélange of color

Outside the window: the sun must set each day, and rise again,

But nothing sets on cloud nine, only rises higher.

*(I love this place; it pleases me.

Always content, not happy, because

Happiness can become boring and monotonous more quickly.

But you, you remain a good soul,

And I love you always.)

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Her feet made an odd shuffling sound as she strolled down the street. Startling blue eyes peeked out behind the curtain of platinum blonde hair as one foot caught the edge of a crack in the pavement. Hesitating at first, she firmly placed the foot over the crack, muttering “step on a crack, break your mother’s back” with a distant smile. She was so young.

This is an odd story rolling around in my head, I'll try to update soon....

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As the world gently tipped forward
She fell,
Tumbling and turning out into the
Black oblivion
All-encompassing.
And stars passed her by,
Momentary bursts of heat
In the frozen stillness that was not,
But all she could see was that
One brilliant Sun.

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