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  Jul 2014 Hollow
Unknown
Beneath the Willow Tree
Below the canopy of leaves
She sits in silence
The embodiment of Nature
In all her perfection

Blades of grass dance
Free from worry
Within the shadow of her protection

Branches of new beginnings
Beckoned skyward with the crook of her finger
Like so many bodies
Searching for the touch of life

Petals wander carelessly
Upon the whispers of the gentle wind
Beauty finds hope in the blue sky
And the golden rays of warmth
Light a smile on her face

Beneath the Willow Tree
I melt into the soil
Open and release my soul
Under her watchful gaze
Feeding on the wonders
Found only in her kiss

Her gentle embrace coerces eyes to open
Hands to splay over the small of her back
And tongues to seek hidden pleasure
In the fruits of her ambition

Eternal bliss is found here
In the endless ocean of knowledge
The outside

Nature is the purest of hearts
That holds a place for all
  Jul 2014 Hollow
Mikaila
You
You have left the girl I love
Like a shade that has given up
Possession.
You
The you I write poetry to.
The you I cry for and treasure.
The you
I search for.
You, the you I miss.
I am beginning to realize
That you may not stay with one person.
That maybe you will live with me for a while
Behind the face of a girl I adore madly
And then at any moment
She may become scared of you
And cast you out
Evict you-
And by extension, me.
And then I must search once again for where you've gone
Who you've found a home with now.
I love just one person.
I love you.
But you
Keep moving.
You keep being forced away from me.
I've felt your love and it
Was all I ever needed.
And then you were torn away again
And I was alone
With the girl whose eyes used to hold your soul.
I was alone with her
And it is worse than death to understand that the person you love
Lives on
But has suddenly become something so new and different
So distant
That the only thing you recognize is her face.
It is confusing,
Terrifying,
Torturous,
Maddening.
You
You
You
­Where are you?
Whose eyes have you found a new shelter behind?
Let me find you and love you before the cowardly humanity in her rejects you and leaves you homeless once more.
You and I
Are a tragic love story
Always almost there.
And I am sorry I spend so much time
Searching for you in people you've already left.
I see that face
Those eyes
I hear that voice and feel that soft skin
And I just can't believe you are gone from her
And I try and try,
The fool,
But.... she looks
So much like you still.
God,
I miss you. I miss you like I'd miss a rib or one of my lungs.
I try to find you in the places you once were
Any evidence
Any little thing
Because I am afraid to begin anew
Looking for you in this cold
Brutal
Enormous world.
I am angry at her for rejecting you
Like a bad transplant,
For killing the girl I love
By changing.
And I am angry at you
For not fighting harder.
Where are you?
Who
Are you now?
You
You
You
The only person I have ever loved.
A shadow that disappears when you look directly at it,
A firefly leading me through a deadly dark world,
A dream I wake from far too often
Lonely and bereft.
You.
Are gone again.
And I am too fragile to go searching without a light just yet
Checking every face for your spark
Peering into the abyss
That I know is mapping every inch and byway of my mind with cold eyes
Just because I feel that somewhere in the dark
You are waiting.
I am too fragile
And yet I can't stop
Can't give up
Can't rest:
I need you more than blood
More than lungs
I need you more than my precious sanity
That I trade by the sigh
More than time
That I sell by the grain
(It sure
Adds up.)
I don't want to be old
Before I know what your real face looks like
Before I look into your true eyes
And finally feel safe and whole.
You're looking for me
I can feel it.
And I am calling to you
You
You
You
My love
My universe.

*Who are you
This time?
  Jul 2014 Hollow
Jordan Harris
I’ll say goodbye to the stars that dot the night
and likewise to the moon that floods the dark with light.
I’ll breathe goodbye to the sun at its great height
and so to the clouds that range from black to white.

I’ll sob goodbye to the underfoot of soil
and repeat this to the frothing ocean at a boil.
I’ll cry goodbye to the vines that wrap and coil
and such to the flowers, unafraid of toil.

I’ll scream goodbye to the birds at dawn who sing
and furthermore to the tiger, who’s roar will always ring.
I’ll spit goodbye to the insects on the wing
and finally to the men who thought they could play king.
  Jul 2014 Hollow
Chloe
The darkness softens the edges,
of razor sharp ledges.
It strips away vision,
while creating the incision.
That separates the night,
away from the light.
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