W a i t i n g .
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Patiently.
Throwing things at the wall.
Fiddling thumbs.
Breaking glass.
Tapping foots.
Mind breaking stress.
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knowing
but waiting

screaming
but not showing it

calling for help
but not really

listening
but writing this poem

covered in a shell
as one by one,
bubbles join.
i hope they will go away,
but I know i will pop before they do.

You look like a light-colored satin
Stars f
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              l on your caramel hair
Your laureate crown is permanent

You walk fast as a local feline
L'Empereur far from his throne
You look disoriented
You look tired

It's nightfalling
Resolution parts
The moon shines
Gold minds

Lace L'étoile
Jeune ace
Shiny sleeves

I go through a mirror
You're sitting in there
I hide carefully
Not to be alert
I have found myself again
Dreaming of you inside
The reflection of your mirror

At night my opal
                           sleeves are made of satin.

   - Codelandandmore// 6:00 PM ©

Every morning the sun rises.
Every night the moon appears,
along with the drunken slur.
The stumble in your step.
The cloudy glaze in your eyes.
The heavy smell of alcohol on your clothes.
The mood swings that pull you side to side.
Flushed, red cheeks.
Screaming voices.
Slapping hands on skin.

I ask that small, feeble question.
*'Are you a drunk?'

You smelled the white flower
You enjoyed her beauty
You took care of her in winter
To watch her bloom in spring

The flower stung you hard
When you tried to pick her
And put her in your little vase
Flowers in vases fade

The flower stopped to bloom
When you tried to move her
To your garden behind the hill
Who told you she can grow there?

If you care about her
Water her, and with love
Admire for a while, but don’t
Linger there forever…
Its time to let go now…

Sad...
A wind, without a kite
A kid, who does not play
A pond, without a fish

Unacceptable...
A circus, without a clown
A lawn, that is not green
Banks, that don’t give loans

Rare,
A bird, that is not shy
A Guy, who sheds a tear
A marriage, without a fight

Hard to believe...
A writer, who always writes
A cat, that does not scratch
Grandmas, who rarely knit

Unheard of...
A scientists, who never asks
A cook, despising spice
Lawyers, who tell the truth

Creepy...
A night, that is not dark
A bat, that loves the light
Winter, without the cold

Fake,
Flowers, that never fade
Snow, that does not melt
A waitress, who always smiles

Impossible...
A poet, who does not feel
A heart, that does not long,
A lover’s eye...
                        ...that sleeps the night.

If you sit on the chair
Will you watch me stare?
At your thin arms
Missing your old farm

She moved you here
And year after year
I look at your falling face
And think about your case

And this place
Is hidden from space
And it can embrace
Your grace.