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Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 31/12/2013

Just knowing you is like trying to breathe under water.
You fill my lungs with choked up memories,
my ears with whispers,
and my heart with uncertainty.
I try to swim up to meet the surface,
reaching desperately for a hand that isn’t there.
Your heart is somewhere else,
beating,
warm,
underneath the covers of another’s bed.
I fear that this ends come morning,
that I’m back to confronting all these demons alone.
There are books full of words that vouch for my existence,
but you read none of them.

M.

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There Were No Edges.

Posted in Short Stories by Mandy Joy Poole on 30/12/2013

No one could find the edge of her heart – truth is, there were no edges. The love she had for everyone and everything was infinite.. and it was reciprocated. I don’t know of anyone who wasn’t in awe of her – just by the presence of her. She had that special something that no one else ever had – ever could have. She was generous to a fault. But her eyes… her eyes are what you remembered best, they could pierce through you with the intensity of a hundred stars – the brightest lighthouse on a foggy night. When she looked at you she saw you like no one else. That’s what made her special.

That’s what drew the waves up to cover her body, to reach her face, to cascade down her nose and into her lungs. The waves reached her that day, right inside of her, wanting what she had. That’s what took her life on that cold November day. She knew that nothing could ever come close to the love she lost. She was intuitive that way.

She couldn’t stand the heartache. She could take needles and knives, torturous pain, but breaking her heart means breaking the girl.

No one could find the edge of her heart. Truth is, there were no edges.

M.

In Loving Memory.

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 26/12/2013

Today was my pop’s birthday, he died in 2011. I still miss him everyday, and it’s especially hard when I’m home for the holidays. Today my Dad and I went for a boil-up at Black Hill Pond, I never officially ‘declared’ it, but I wanted to do it in memory of my pop and all the times that we would go out together and do the same thing.

Love always,
M.