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  Reflections from a Wounded Heart

  A Romantic Collaboration by AlisaJS and T. Owen Stark

  Reflections from a Wounded Heart

  Copyright 2014

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  Table of Contents

  Alive

  Oblivion

  Enamored

  Of My Decline

  Random Meanderings

  I'm Sorry

  Like Always

  Sad Cliches

  Reverse

  Whisper

  Summons

  Masquerade

  January Jones

  Embers

  Night Birds

  Dreamers

  Who Knew

  Graceful Mistake

  Winter Cues

  Author Bios

  Alive

  the images hung in mid-air

  frozen

  suspended

  stuck somewhere between thought and execution

  like a treasured landscape from eons long past and thought forgotten

  flashing in glimpses, sparking your neurons

  and for a brief moment you feel the laughter brim

  in that harbor that was once your heart,

  love abounds

  and you are there as time stops,

  on days like these when whispers remember

  daffodils scream and butterflies curse...

  © 2012/alisajs

  Oblivion

  I hear her name

  and a piece of my soul breaks away

  and drifts into oblivion

  I recall her face

  and a twinge in my heart

  sinks deep and takes root

  I feel the one kiss

  that sustained me as water

  to a dying plant

  Time can be cruel

  it never forgets

  true love

  © 2010/T. Owen Stark

  Enamored

  you move me

  more than mere words on a page

  more than any other

  profoundly so

  I am thunderstruck

  stirring me in ways

  I've only dared to imagine

  each lingering caress

  leaves me wanting more

  so enamored, I've become...

  © 2009/ alisajs

  Of My Decline

  a whispered cry

  a strained goodbye

  vision from a crooked eye

  once pure as Sunset

  on mountains high

  no longer seeks

  this moonlit sky

  a love now bleached

  in wistful sighs

  and unsure whys

  the foggy mist

  of my decline

  © 2008/ T. Owen Stark

  Random Meanderings

  memories swarm.

  They speak as one

  person. Each one loves you

  each one has left something

  undone

  the way a lost

  lover

  will come back,

  unbidden.

  You're not interested

  in him now

  only

  in knowing

  where he's been

  followed by the eyes

  of an invisible

  third person...

  © 2009/ alisajs

  I'm Sorry

  I'm sorry for the things I've said

  I'm sorry for the words that bled

  unrelenting

  from your severed heart

  it is a curse that I must bear

  I speak without a whim or care

  I think not of my love's despair

  only that it will survive

  for it is love

  like claws they work to rip and tear

  until your love

  succumbs

  and there

  you awaken

  and I can only say...

  I'm sorry

  © 2014/ T. Owen Stark

  Like Always

  you speak of her

  and I could just spit.

  though I say nothing

  stare straight ahead

  like always,

  with this stoicism I learned from the best

  inwardly thinking

  how dare you!

  you bastard

  you haven't a clue, or do you?

  realizing it's a crap shoot

  I've got nothing to lose

  no where to go,

  nothing to do

  and we find ourselves amused

  like always,

  we skate around the elephant in the room

  nothing new

  with something like ice cubes on crocodile sticks

  © 2007/ alisajs

  Sad Cliches

  belittled into submission

  lost in darkness

  the basement of my thoughts

  a busted knuckle trying to heal

  forgotten tears stolen by sand

  along the beach of lost dreams

  and unwatched sunsets

  did you forget about me

  sad cliches meet here

  outside the realm of hope

  waiting like wolves

  to take their breath away

  © 2014/ T. Owen Stark

  Reverse

  the angle of the outburst was of particular interest

  sudden.

  sharp.

  thrusting upward and then turning around

  blasting through unexpected and unannounced fields

  butterflies wrangled for breakfast and cheese

  walking back to my seat, I fell down

  letters for lunch

  choices for a lifetime

  no one tells you they could be the wrong ones

  would you have listened

  would you have dared?

  curious, I looked back and wondered

  the I-9 went south and not west as I recall

  candy was sweet

  roses were red after all...

  © 2014/ alisajs

  Whisper

  I whisper your name

  over miles

  built on nights

  built on hope

  then to the dreams

  guilty relapses

  into your arms

  into your heart

  I awaken to the mundane

  the truth

  penance for

  my assumptions

  my thoughtless deeds

  if only I knew that a glimpse

  of me

  passes your thoughts before you sleep

  even if it be as rare as the Sun eclipsed

  my heart could rest

  © 2013/ T. Owen Stark

  Summons

  last night, we met as before

  during the second summons of our winter sun

  beneath the moonless canopy

  in the designated season

  where dreams live and breathe.

  we had to race

  far from the chatter of listening ears

  or views from curious eyes

  we sat and shared as we pressed our way

  shadows cared and watched above

  there is this place if
you believe

  where we can be

  undisturbed and quiet, dear

  come with me and dream

  we will remember

  and live again

  the space between the imaginings …

  © 2013/alisajs

  Masquerade

  I have loved you these many years

  as I love you now

  as we sit quietly

  dancing along the guise of friendship

  the stares that linger a second longer

  than a friend's stare should

  the soft laughter

  that muffles the cry of a yearning heart

  the torture

  I fear

  of knowing I'll never have you

  may not equal

  the torture

  of never sharing a smile

  daring a whisper

  or chasing a dream

  © 2010/ T. Owen Stark

  January Jones

  we met in September under cloudy chances

  rolled out in May on a coconut stick

  the length of October you remained

  while others looked away

  thoughts from my head

  bleed through these fingers

  and onto the page

  coming alive in a dream

  you are here

  we scrambled for days and nights and back again

  time stood still while we,

  oblivious to all

  continued in spite of the pain

  November came

  it wasn't enough to know

  untouched is how we left it

  unspoken

  if I could rewind

  return to another time

  knowing what I do

  I would still choose you

  it never changes around the outside

  how the sun scorches red and blue

  laughter is bare around angry hearts

  time stood still

  while we,

  oblivious to all

  refrained

  when there was no reason to

  December blue

  and yet

  who's to say it was the right thing

  who's to say it was wrong?

  all I know is that we were there

  all along

  on a very dark side

  back to the phones

  January Jones

  © 2014/ alisajs

  Embers

  I will find

  in the distance of a lost love's thought

  some semblance of warmth

  some piece of a dream past

  some hope that it may rise again

  from the embers

  of a once blazing heart

  © 2008/ T. Owen Stark

  Night Birds

  there are a thousand things I'd love to say if I could

  a million take backs, if only

  I could have changed

  the indifferent turns and constant yearning

  in the middle of the night when birds dream.

  It never stops

  not for me, at least

  if I could have one wish above all wishes,

  it would be

  you,

  only you

  always you.

  but you'll never hear those words from me

  not out loud from these lips,

  I want what isn't mine

  and in this lonely room,

  I scream...

  © 2011/ alisajs

  Dreamers

  we are but dreamers

  you and I

  we search for love

  yet turn an eye

  away from lovers

  kind of heart

  it is our fear

  to play the part

  our souls burn bright

  yet we are cold

  the more we love

  the less our hold

  on those equipped

  to share our tears

  yet bring to life

  our deepest fears

  remember in your dream tonight

  imagine one who sees your light

  believe it true

  I know you're there

  bring to me the dream we share

  © 2009/ T. Owen Stark

  Who Knew

  I remember your smile like a soft, summer's kiss

  and how the sun favored laughter that year,

  serenade of sweet seduction surrounding my senses

  everything flowed through a song,

  we heard on the radio, late

  as we lay there together

  certain we'd go on forever,

  who knew forever had flaws?

  © 2006/ alisajs

  Graceful Mistake

  fire spark of lover's new

  sweat and hazy moan engulf the air

  gripping sheets and bending pillows

  moonlight streaks on wet windows

  energy reaches the dream state

  then disappears through the keyhole

  and there is nothing more than silence

  before the quiet escape

  and the unspoken acceptance

  of this graceful mistake

  © 2011/ T. Owen Stark

  Winter Cues

  it is winter, dear

  deep and high

  full of cold hearted breaks

  for no other reason than

  silence.

  as steps are found, making their way

  leaving town

  if I say I loved you

  would that roll away, too?

  crumpled here inside myself

  reeling like a two-bit fool

  tossed around

  why does this feel so cruel

  maybe there is no right or wrong

  it is what it is

  my life,

  your choice

  left to ourselves,

  no dry eyes...

  © 2014/ alisajs

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  Author Bios

  T. Owen Stark

  He began writing poetry as a teenager which truly saved him from a destructive path. Serving as an outlet during years of extreme depression, poetry carried him through to the other side. He is the father of three incredible children who are the greatest gifts God has blessed him with. His motto for writing is to begin with the truth and go from there. Poetry is the purest art form

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  alisajs

  As a writer and life-long romantic soul, she lives the dream everyday cherishing the wonder and beauty of life. Experiences are like treasure boxes full of inspiration, waiting patiently to be analyzed and appreciated for the gift within.

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  https://www.paradisefor2.blogspot.com