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Celia Feb 25
I bring you my heart as you would a flower. Take it, put it to your nose, press it to your lips, pin it to your breast.

There is no end
Nor can there ever be
For we are bound
Eternally.
I recently discovered this poem which was written by my grandmother. She passed away almost a year ago and I miss her everyday. I wanted to share a piece of her heart with the world.
  Apr 2019 Celia
Francie Lynch
If
If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.
Celia Apr 2019
I feel foggy
With this self-medication,
        my mind thickens still
An unasked yet unanswered query
What exactly is in this pill?

A means without end
An end far from near,
        there's a pain in my heart
The saddened fate of system made,
        too late to tear apart.
Celia Apr 2019
Two separate pillars
        full of love and hate
Making their way down the gradual *****
        fast, but not fast enough

Falling silent as silhouettes
Each one dances to its own song,
        a greater purpose with each to serve
An unspoken lullaby

These pillars of thought
        streak down my face
A remedy of memory long forgotten
Painted, in new colors

A melody of its own
If only I held the power of composition,
       if only that I had known
But if it's a story you're looking for,
Then I ask you not to inquire again.
        Not again.        Nevermore.
Celia Apr 2019
On my 20th birthday
I checked myself out,
And into a hospital.

Little did I know
Nor could let show,
A girl hidden and lonely.
  Jan 2019 Celia
Ashari Ty

Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
Celia Dec 2018
Moving like a zombie from place to place
Walking a routine path, but never moving forward.

Wanderlust.
Wanderlost.
Where exactly am I going?
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