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Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
The world in you
I see
It's edges
Peeking out
To catch a glimpse of
Another
I'm surprised at your
vulnerability
Because the world in
You
Will be affected
Because
We are careless
Because
Most do not know
Of the world in you
Or in me
Or in themselves
There's a fragility
In our galaxies
A fault in
Our shields
That wants for
Contention
A willingness to
be hurt
An eagerness to
Understand
The other
Worlds
But masks and shields
Are often
So hard to see
Through
But I can see
The world in you
Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
Your fur is matted
Your not as big as I thought
Your tags are marred by my name
In a effort to make you mine
You hold so many memories
The good
The bad
The sad
The happy
Your plastic eyes
While scratched
Will always see me
Clearly
I must confess
The only reason
All the others
Were named same as you
Is because none of them
Would be better than you
As a child
You seemed so big in my arms
Something to hold
To hug
I'm sorry about
that time I was
Convinced that I was
A hair stylist
And found some Form
Of cutting tool
There's a connection between us
Even if you are a
Stuffed animal
A horse
You'll always be
In a place in my
Heart
Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
Tell me
Your woes
Tell me
Of your lows
Tell me
Of your happiest time
Tell me
Of when you met him
Or her
Tell me
Your fears
Tell me
Your ambiguity of thoughts
Tell me
I won't tell
Tell me
Your burdens
I will bear them too
Tell me
Of your hopes
Tell me
Of your dreams
I won't share your secrets
Tell me
Your doubts about him
Or her
Tell me
I promise you
I'll say nothing
Tell me
Of your marriage
As if falls apart
Tell me
Of when you felt lost
Tell me
But you never listen
Because I'm going now
I sent you a letter
It explains why
I'm leaving
for a better place
And at the bottom
After my name
It will say
P.S. Listen to someone else for a change
Your other left because
of this
Please don't be mad but
P.S.S. I don't care anymore
In which a better place is not where the living dwell
Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
A blue green marble
Suspended in black
Darkness
Enfolding the
Blue green
Though the
Darkness
Surrounds it
It does not
Compare to
the darkness
Within
Just below
the surface
Of the clouds
A race
Of evolved
Animals
That think
They've come so far
But hasn't really
Your seven deadly
And three deciding
Control over their
Power and hearts
Innocence
Never lasts long
Of twists and
Of harsh words
Their minds
Are easily
Bent our of shape
Born different
Wired unusually
Acts out
Strange behavior
Mad
Crazy
Genius
Insane
Labels they call
Those who are
                                 Different
There's a darkness
That surrounds that
World
But on it
Are more
Horrors than
What surrounds it
Dedicated to Cindy R.
Thanks for the prompt!
Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
Childhood is a
Kingdom
Where nobody dies
Isn't that
Such a
Heartbreaking
Lie
It's surprising
How we've
Lasted this long
With so many
Threats around us
So many
Disappearances
So many
Forgotten
Childhood is a
Kingdom
But beyond its
Borders is
Where darkness
Lies in wait
Of you
That darkness invades
the kingdom
Picking us
Off
One
By
One
Into the realm
of reality
Of harsh cruelty
And of sorrow
Betrayal and
Anger
Sometimes
We find those
who are lost
Not always
Breathing
And sometimes
They never turn
Up
Childhood is a
Kingdom Where
nobody dies
Isn't that
Such a
Heartbreaking
Lie
But it's the
Kingdom where
Our future
Lies
Our defenses
Are not
Always strong
But we are
Never weak
We will always
Look and search
Never give up
Even if ten
years past
And you're
no longer a child
You're not forgotten
By us
Don't fear
Just let someone
know
And truth will
be with you
Childhood is a
Kingdom
Where nobody dies
And no one
is forgotten
about
No matter how
Long ago
In its
own walls
Life is full
of color
with anything
you can imagine
Though we'd
love for you
to stay
forever
You must
Leave sometime
Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
If roses were love notes
There'd be so
Many half grown
They'd be tucked
away from you
How many have
Yet to grow
I may never know
And you
You will never see
For my shy secret
Will grow
Into that budding rose
If love notes were roses
They'd be my book marks
With half written
Reasons why
If roses were love notes
Pedals scattered
throughout my room
Cleverly hidden
Away in the book
I want you to read
But you never will
If roses were love notes
If they were. ......................
Courtney Gaura Jan 2015
Inspiration
Strike me
Like the lighting
That hit
the house
Down the street
Set my mind
A light
A fire within
Illuminate
Every dark corner
of procrastination
And excess ideas
But leave
My dreams
Where they belong
Inspiration
Strike me
Like that song
That help
me write
Before
That epic
One page down
Five more for
Chapter one
Given time
Inspiration
Strike me
For I need you
More than
Three months
A year
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