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The clouds have come to the sea of
my mind
Light dulled to a tiny flicker
With the end of the world waiting my
fall
In with the waves I sweep like no
other
Lost to the wash I crash to the burn

To drown in ones self pity cares me
not
For my map has blurred
Torn and battered
With no route to aim

Ahh this life all my life
This time takes my time
Sadness comes ready  
All ready
For the reach
All ready
Takes my breath
The dream is over
You did it, and now you're gone.
How did you get the courage? How did nothing go wrong?

Jealous in a way, one thats indescribable
How did you do it without thinking of all the people?

Everything you said, was deep and right there
I wish I would have seen, I would have been aware

Maybe I could have stopped you or maybe you could have helped me
You're right life is unfair, sometimes I too want to leave

A temporary problem is what they all say
But no one gets how we feel, no one expects that sad day

I hope you are happy and I hope you find peace
I'm trying to be strong, not quite ready to leave

An inspiration to all and something to look up to
Not only as a role model but now heaven too has you
 Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
MIAS
i. forget how he asked you
to dance with him, and you did
even when you’re not much for it

ii. remember how he wasn’t
man enough to request that
ed sheeran song you wanted
to be playing
 Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Amy Leigh
What is our state of existence?
                                   ( This I'd like to know! )                                  
For smiles fade, for seasons change
for people come and go.

Think about our universe.
                                  ( a wee pebble in a pond! )                                
There's an entire space out there
but in seconds it could be gone!

If the sun were to actually
explode within our sky,
it'd take us nearly seven minutes
before we'd know
                                   ( then die )                             .


© A. Leigh
 Jul 2013 PoetWhoKnowIt
Redshift
to my mother,
i am a garbage bag of old clothes
a messy, dusty room
that was empty for two years
a vacant bed...
an echo
in a big yellow house
that she never owned
alone
until now...
to my mother
i am a memory
and that's where
she likes to keep me
a pretty little cardboard box
of old notes
that she ties a ribbon around.

mother,
this garbage bag
of clothes
that i had to replace
two years ago
when you made me and daddy leave
makes me cry
because i am not the only one
who is a bag of old clothes
no longer needed
i have learned
to no longer need you,
too
and it isn't
fair.
i don't care if this poem is any good.
All of the identical houses
have identical stains--
each one a sprawling green spot.
a moldy, neglected reminder
that somebody didn't finish their chores.

slanted roof tiles, now crooked, yellowing
like unbrushed teeth.
weeds erupt from the cracked pavement.
these are the signs of undetermined futures
lost.

forget the ugly idealistic fantasies of tomorrow.
optimism has found a new home

and it has moved far away
and it has packed all its boxes
leaving only vague memories behind.

once upon a time
I did my chores. ( Not well)
But they are done.
I asked for help but I only received
blank stairs.
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I just can dream about the times when our lips where still together.
I just can dream about the moments that we shared one day.
I just can dream about your touch on my skin and your lips in mine.
I just can dream about you
                                     you
                                     just you.
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