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  Jun 2018 Jean Lewis
Seazy Inkwell
The bed breathed deeply.
The furnitures covered with
your luminescent fingerprints.
The silverware died slowly,
in the grey sink.
The house tried to talk to me/

I was afraid to step out,
Outside the sympathy of my house.
Into the streets spilled with
people of your asymmetric eyes
My house tried to talk to me.

I now have nobody left to lose,
As I lay on the carpet with a sense of sooth,
The chandelier finally sang its vocal cord loose,
The wires looped instinctively like prehistoric noose.
My house tried to talk to me.

Then I know I am not alone,
The house teems with your pulse,
The glass splits from echo of your voice.
The house tells me so.

I broke through the door,
torn away from the umbilical cord of my solitude.
Melted through the heat of the cheering multitude.
My house tells me, taking care of each word.

My house tells me,
I am not alone,
And you will always
be with me in spirit only.
  Jun 2018 Jean Lewis
Seazy Inkwell
Over time they will look back on you,
The one who rose with morning drew
Cared for everything, and have so few,

Lastly, they will take up on your cue,
When your words become the last adieu,
And people you encouraged start life anew.

Lately, they will think back on you,
The hardworking and patient mule,
For you our thanks overdue,
For your sacrifices, we never knew.
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  Jun 2018 Jean Lewis
Seazy Inkwell
I stand,

not for anyone or anything, not for any categories, boxes, standards

Things that add or drag me

You breath,

you don't deserve to be mistreated, misunderstood, misrepresented

or subtracted by this world.

I fight,

for myself, for the ideas that illuminate darkness, for the good and honest people

who multiply my joy,

You speak,

for all your beliefs, your experience, and your important part upon this world,

a world divided.

I run,

without care or fear, stumbling and aiming for the horizon

where high hopes expand exponentially.

You walk,

patiently and devotedly, all your plans intact in that brilliant mind

a mind proportional to mine.

We learn,

Times may change, words may rearrange, people may disengage,

Since we have parallel lives, never converging, never emerging, never meeting

Know then: you are the one, equal to none, when we hold hands.
Peace
Jean Lewis Jun 2018
can YOU heAR my quiEt screaMs?
or perhaps an unspoken voice?
have You ever seen dRy tEArS?
Or simply deaf and bliNd by choice?

mIne is a sMile full of grIef,
eyeS So bright yet empty indeed.
mY dull life once set adrift
lost a sOUl found yet filled with greed.

but i'm PLEASEd as i drink some wine
Spare the fArce and ViE for your Might.
trust thE words that says I'M fine
Don't worrY everythING's alright.

I CAre NoT if you're wiTh him
and for your sAKE, i will rejoice
for my Lord hears sooTHIng hymnS
MY HEART, that sIngs a siLent nOiSE.
a pain calm like the storm
-Jean Lewis
May 20, 2018

Challenge: Hope you find the hidden message... well it's not exactly hidden its just in a different "case"

I miss her so **** bad.
  Jun 2018 Jean Lewis
laura
stop that.
curtailing the rewards of love
around the softness forming on her face
upon the news, you've broken up
and there's not a chance
of feeling any contrition
because you're all about yourself
most of the time, anyways.

She, wrapped in light and acceptance.
you, in the dark, smelling of bark and river
overnight.

thinking of Her again
stop that.
  Jun 2018 Jean Lewis
Tristan Brown
Once again
A chapter draws to a close
But unlike before
This chapter could be a story of its own

From new faces
Who became family
To learning
I can write

From the pain
Of losing friends
To learning
Some things can never be made right

But now the chapter's closing
The story is coming to its end
My newly found family
Has a new path to follow
But I guess even from afar
They'll be my inspiration to write

So as the chapter comes to a close
And the final pages are turned
The last memories are made

And with me
All of them
Will Remain
Forever
And all the while new beginnings are starting to be made.
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