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sadness--
I no longer wish to remain
where your melancholy whispers,
enchant.
oh, devil
how you have
thee
pegged.
within a voice
clarity begs-
never again
shall I--refrain.
I no longer wish to remain
where your melancholy whispers,
enchant.
oh, devil
how you have
thee
pegged.
within a voice
clarity begs-
never again
shall I--refrain.
Literature
coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
wind curves around
pushes forcefully forward
leap
storm raging
pulls
up
Literature
One for Dad
I was back in the house where I could feel the melancholy
of the lonesome, crowded west.
The same house but all the memories seemed so far away.
The smell of fresh paint hung heavy in the air,
and the walls I had once scratched and dented were bare.
A film of neglect clung to the books he never let me touch,
“Always end up damaged.” he’d say.
Not realising that love changes things,
makes friendships stronger, give things sentiment.
Those worn covers and creased pages,
not a sign of carelessness but a sign of greatest care.
There were the bottles of wisdom placed in the cellar,
full of learning, but paling to the lesso
Literature
The Constant Lover
I don’t care much
For fireworks these days
As spectacular as they are,
They are also fast and fleeting
What I need is a beacon
Steadfast and true
A perpetual light
In the darkness of night
I don’t care much
For butterflies either
They just turn into knots
Faster than I can say, “Stay”
What I need is a smile
That turns into joy
From knowing it is finally
Safe to be happy
I don’t need some poet
Who writes but not feel
Who praises and promises
But could never deliver
What I REALLY need
Is YOU
A constant, a champion,
My laughter, my cure
My need is to show you
How grateful I am,
And how astounding it feels
To h
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found the glow beyond the fields
I felt the heat beneath my heels-butterfly boucher
one look of insignificance made me stronger.
I felt the heat beneath my heels-butterfly boucher
one look of insignificance made me stronger.
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Goodness, Julia...
You stop writing for a bit, and then return with pure gold.
This is absolutely fantastic!
You stop writing for a bit, and then return with pure gold.
This is absolutely fantastic!