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Tuesday, December 28, 2010


You know it’s there,
A blurry imitation of
The nearness of you.

You know it’s there
Because in reality
You’d wish it were true.

Your image will near and
I’ll be surprised, even though
I saw you from miles afar.

But I’ll tell myself,
"Don’t smile, because
It’s not reality after all."

Unless it is.

Sunday, December 12, 2010


Fear overwhelmed me
With an unwanted
Serge of cold goose bumps.
Not one, but all fears.
All at once. And so
I stood motionless
Drowning in the fear
Of drowning itself.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Faded Ink

We were sure
We were forever.
But remember Love,
Even ink fades
If you rub at it.

Monday, November 22, 2010

You’re Too Far Away

Off you go, and
The farther you walk
The closer you come.
‘Cause darling the earth’s round.

And you can only be a world away,
The diameter of the earth away.
Any farther and you’d be closer:
It’s a funny thing to say.

How far is a world away?
The distance when one’s away?

7,926.41 miles through the earth away:
12,450.76 miles on foot away.

A breath away:
The distance that dust floats, away.

The distance between black and grey, away:
The definition of a shade, away.

The tick of a clock away:
An eternity, away.

Thursday, November 18, 2010


Don’t pick a flower
Before its time.
Starts as an onion
Cut it, you’ll whine.

A kiss,
They bloom.

Give it time to bloom
And nurture a while.
What once made you cry,
Grows: makes you smile.

Two lips:
A kiss.
They bloom.

Sunday, November 14, 2010


You dream a simple dream:
Single note harmony.

You gaze with confusion
As I examine things
“I should not trifle over”:
Of Little stupid things
That make true harmony.

I gaze in confusion
At what you call music.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Young and Cunning

Tuck in my pockets-
A glass marble,
A fist of sand:

I sneak and I stomp
Your sand castle
Turn my shoulder
And grin as I flee.

I slip and I fall.
And you forgive.
What did you expect?
I’m a cunning three.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Hot Air Balloons

We slowly rise and realize
That distance is not far.
We’ll go by plane or stroll
Or even rent a car.

Over the horizon
We rise into radiance
The sun slowly falls
We’re not here by chance.

I steal a glimpse of you.
You feel the same way too.
Our hearts: rising hot air balloons.
And you whisper, “Who knew?”

Thursday, October 28, 2010


Press the keys and make
Melodies that make us weep.
Chords that help me while I
Reminisce good times and can’t sleep.

Sometimes I wish we never met
‘Cause I’m sad when you’re not here
And now tears pour because I know
You were here and are no more.

I want to forget your smile
And the way your eyes shine.
And live in the present,
Past and future a thin red line.
Photograph by Daniel Austin

Photograph by Paul Pomeroy

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


Wish I could rearrange
And undo knots I tied,
Missed opportunities,
And tie some that I did not.

I’ll do the “could-have-been’s
If it would change your mind
And make you look at me once more.
Maybe something new you’ll find.

Sadness overwhelms
The past year, month, and day.
Reminds me of what we had.
Simply complex in every way.

But I wish the train that takes
My thoughts to you broke.
So I can finally let you go.
Like a bad dream, and I woke.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Dedicated to the Soul Sisters

They come in a box.
Their flavor a mystery.
All you need is one.
And the rest is history.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Reply To The Doubtful

Love is sunshine that reins
Through sad tears in mourning.
And sends sweet thoughts to those
Who lay awake snoring.

Life’s not a web my dear.
You are so precious, true.
Take a sweet bite of love.
Life’s too short to dare not to.

And it won’t kill you, love.
So open up the door.
Love sick, and with no cure.
But it’s worth dying for.

Sunday, October 17, 2010



Erase the times I miss you
Back when I dared to say.
Space I wish you filled.
Delete, as I run away.

Saturday, October 9, 2010


I’m talking to myself,
I guess,
Since words echo back.
I’ll put them to rest.

I’ll rest them in treetops
Where sparrows lay
Buried in their wings
Memories that make them sway

I’ll rest them in petals
Soft, that bloom before you
Once, warm in the sun.
Now, they’re chilled with dew.

Sleeping Beauty

A poem from the archives 09-09-04

You’re my prince charming.
Can’t wait ‘till we meet.
Take me by the hand.
Sweep me off my feet

Rescue me from danger
Loneliness and strife.
Kiss me on the lips
And bring me back to life.

Photograph by Annie Leibovitz

Friday, October 8, 2010


I look through the window.
And stillness in the air.
Broken trains

On broken rails and street
Where the asphalt and sky
Meet. Small jars

That hold small memories.
Covers the keys you hold,
Now in dust.
Photographer unknown

Friday, October 1, 2010

Message In A Bottle

I bottled my emotions
And threw them out to sea.
To my surprise,
They came back to me.

Photograph by Candice Meyer


Wrap me in a box
And send me off to sea.
Tell me I'll become
As happy as can be.

When I reach the shore,
And when I touch the sand,
Then I'll realize
I'm on some distant land.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Flower Bed

he clipped a rose.
From his mother’s garden.

A small white rose
Surrounded by nature’s claws.
A garden no weed can know.

he held onto the stem,
Wet from red tears,
That ran through his innocent hands.

his eyes,
White and dry,
Held the gaze of his mother.

Just the way he held the rose,
She was fading,
And he couldn’t imagine letting her go.

Monday, April 26, 2010


I wish I held the hourglass
So time would quickly pass.
I wish the grains were small enough
To see your face at last.

To look at you.
To hold your gaze.
The possibilities,
I’m still amazed.

I wish I held the hourglass
Containing all the grains by the sea.
I wish the grains were large enough
So time would slow for you and me.

I’d flip the glass
Or add some sand
To stretch the time
To hold your hand

Let my heart beat fast
Let the time grow slow
As I hold your hand
And our new love grows.

Je T'aimais

The heart has languages
All it's own.
Morse code making beats,
Speaking to the soul.

Je t'aimais,
Je t'aime, et
Je t'aimerais.

And as you pass
My heart speaks louder
And repeats the words
Over and over.

Je t'aimais,
Je t'aime, et
Je t'aimerais.

Morse code making beats,
Speaking to the soul.
And if my love would cease,
My heart would grow silent and cold.

Love is a Choice

Love is a choice
My heart chose to make.
A chance
My heart dared to take.

Love is a choice
My heart chose to make.
A promise.
It two now, shall break.


Though massless,
They sometimes
Weigh us down.

A kiss.
Some laughter.
And if in sorrow,

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Why I Write

My heart opens,
A crack in the door,
So words can exit,
To stay no more.

Let them leave
And circle awhile
A feather dipped in ink,
My thoughts in sync.

The action- to take
Pen to page,
Like wisps of perfume,
Sweet, calming sage.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


It took her hours.
Trembling fingers,
As she bit her lip
And her finger slipped.

Now the domino shall fall
And make a sound of its own.
And that sound shall be laughter
From the lips of a girl.


We are a "breath of passing air"
But not all that have breath have life.
We live by faith...not by sight.

"What the world could hold"
Is not what makes us "hungry for life."
Hope in God opens our eyes.
Shows us
This "breath of passing air"
Can be the gentle breeze
That can cool a sorrowed heart.

Sunday, March 21, 2010


A small flame burned deep within
Sheltered from the outside world
By hundreds of soft petals.

She breathed small amounts of hope
That kept this flame
Alive for so long.

Trembling inside, this flower
was going to bloom or wilt today.
And she did not know her fate.

Each tick of the clock
Caused her breathing to get heavier
Uneasy inside, as a smile unconsciously was formed on her face.

-Liliya Mazur

Photograph by Magda Indigo

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Imogen Dock

She climbed on the mossy rocks
As the waves wildly beat the coastline.
Her fingers dug into the muddy green
As his face disappeared beyond the murky sea.

She was his muse.
Light rosette curls
That danced in the swirling wind.
Her eyes the color of the raging sea.

He was a simple Sheppard
That cared for his fathers flock.
Wild sheep with curled wool
Just like Imogen Dock's

She sat on the cliff
And was swept out to sea
Like a soft drifting flower
Beat by the white raging waves.

The young lad jumped
And reached for her hand.
But he failed you see? Because
The dancing cookie already saved her.


-Liliya Mazur

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