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  Apr 2020 Jen
Epiphylllum
Bury me in the roses
Crimson as the color of blood
running through our veins.

Come to me in dreams, my love
Come with your beaming eyes and vengeful self.

Come to me in dreams and seal with a righteous kiss our meeting;
Releasing me from my agony

Bury me with your most kind caresses
And still lingering fears

—You don’t have to say you’re mine, you just have to say I’m free —

Bury me in roses
and forget me

                               no more.
Jen Apr 2020
Look up when you feel
The stars have stopped shining
Lost for words left
Hanging suspended
Not emitting their glow
Yearning for the light to
Cover them head to toe
I was on HP reading poems and finishing some writing when I found an artist I used to collaborate with that goes by Slate Blue.  "Stars in a sky yearning for light," inspired this poem.  Thank you for for your inspiration, and welcome back to HP. :)
  Apr 2020 Jen
Ellie Geneve
When hope hurts,
and dreams only breed nightmares

Remember,
you are not
the sum of your mistakes,
nor the divisions
of your failures
Jen Apr 2020
It’s like a part of the world has stopped.

Clocks hold
Hands ticking
Seconds are
Mechanisms
To keep us
Then let us
Go...
Don’t…

Hours pass by
Not meant to last
A smile, a wave, a kiss
Blown fast away

If you close your eyes
I'll close mine
Maybe we'll see
Pictures past
I write as an escape from the quarantine...trying to post every day. A lot of people are having anxiety right now.  I find that focusing on new pieces can be good therapy.
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