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 Nov 2016 erin walts
SG Holter
Writing in love, and then
Writing without.
Breaking two stones with
One bird.

I'm a poet, my darling.
I can **** with a feather,
Revive you with one written  
Word.
Oh, my life was once my own
and the thing my heart would too me
that is the thing I would do.
Oh,  but how those dark shadows
grew within my soul
and my heart was forever hid
from the light of the sun
and oh how those shadows
penetrated into my bones
and I was chilled in my soul.
Oh, I was so sad
and I was so all alone.
Oh, how I was like a king
lying dead upon his throne.
Oh,  and then I saw your  lovely form
and so how you seemed like a light that shined from heaven.
Oh, how I treasure the memory
made upon that day
when I first called your name.
And then you like an angel
shined your love into my heart
and brought me back to life.
Oh, how the love of your arms
was a warm soothing salve to heal my soul.
And my heart rose  on eagle's wings
from its dark and icy cold grave
and my soul shall never again be the same.
Oh, if the words could only flow
like a river stretching into eternity
ever telling of my love I hold for you
and of all you charms
oh that river from my heart
would forever flow
for no words could ever tell of all my love for you.
Oh, you are like a flower
growing  upon the green fields of heaven
by the throne of God.
Oh, I know my heart will ever be yours
till time winds its way
through the halls of eternity
and the stars all burn away
and creation stands naked
before the heart of God.
If you want to see the light,
OPEN YOUR EYES!
 Nov 2016 erin walts
Johnnyqu33r
Branches reach out gently,
To stoke the moons cheek;
And to remind her she is lovely.

In return she shines brighter,
And his leaves vibrantly glow;
And she reminds him he is strong.

Her phases constantly change,
And seasons steal his leaves,
And they drift apart for a while.

They do this dance each year,
And the circle goes around,
They are lovely and in love.
 Oct 2016 erin walts
Sylvia Plath
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.
 Oct 2016 erin walts
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 Oct 2016 erin walts
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 Oct 2016 erin walts
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it was a raindrop
it was a tear

it was all the reasons
i wish you were here
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