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the Feeling and the Noise

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 17/08/2015

Between the feeling and the noise
I’ve found all but simple pleasures
trickling down in a puddle of bedlam
We wet our feet in yesterdays feelings mistakes
making promises for a better tomorrow.
It’s a shame we’re all bad liars.

M.

Renegade

Posted in Poetry by Mandy Joy Poole on 13/08/2015

I want to find you
In the spaces
Where time stops and we begin
We are renegades of affection
Lost within our own shadows
Finding truth behind dark glasses
I want to find you
In the spaces
Where I didn’t fit, alone.

M.

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Comet

Posted in Journal Entries by Mandy Joy Poole on 12/08/2015

I hope I can always look up and feel it; that infinite wonder, that peace, that hope. I hope I’m never too jaded to believe in the bigger picture, the big dipper, orion’s belt.
I hope I can always look up and feel closer to something better, something whole and pure and ready. Ready and waiting for me to realize it.
These distant diamonds are far more precious than any fools paradise below. I’m looking for you when I’m looking up, but I just find me. That will always be enough.

M.