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Taylor Jones Jan 2016
When my existence ends,
Do not hold me to earth.
Bury me within the stars;
Return me to which I came from.
Let me shake hands with those
who watch over the night
and dance to a song
Unheard by the living ear.
Here I will find my soul.
Here I will join immortals.
A poem I wrote close to a year ago.
Taylor Jones May 2015
Aroma
A scent that always piques my interest
Stronger the closer to it I become
Steam rises to show potential danger
Softly blowing it away
I take my first drink
My lips sear
It pokes fun at me
For not regarding the warning signs
I will wait patiently
For she is my morning coffee
Something I refuse to begin my day without
Taylor Jones Apr 2015
There you stood
In front of your creation
Your effortless masterpiece
A twelve foot hole
Dedicated to me
Six feet was not deep enough
To ensure both ankles snapped
When I hit the ground below
Standing next to this chasm
Smiling sweetly like you always have
With a ***** ***** and selfish intention
"I love you, now jump in"
Do I let fall or
Do I wait for the knife
You've been proudly waving around
To dig between my spine and shoulder blades.
Taylor Jones Jan 2015
We talked today
I could only think of things to say
After we parted ways

So many questions
But the one that has crossed my mind for the hundredth time tonight

Do you think of me as much as I think of you?
Taylor Jones Dec 2014
Where I worked, I was quite content
To help people was most relevant

My favorite was a young-little boy
Everyday held utmost joy

His smile was wide and missing teeth
Covered by curled lips acting as a sheath

His hair was once orange and red
Replaced by brown he said he wanted mine instead

He'd run his hands through his artificial curls
Excited he spun his two wheels in whirls

I'd push him down the hallway in his chair
His loving parents waiting to meet him there

They smiled every time they said goodbye
When the mother turned I could hear her start to cry

I took him back to his room
When out the window were stars and moon

Every night he asked me not to leave
I would stay there until he sleep

Most nights he'd wake up in pain
His tears for release a permanent stain

This boy suffered an incurable disease
All he wanted was a sense of ease

Multiple needles stuck in his arm
I.V. fluids doing no good nor harm

One night instead of asking me to stay
Instead he asked if I'd take him away

To a place where he could feel no hurt
A place where all was new and divert

I stood in silence within the door
A hesitant smile I gave once more

Go to sleep and when you wake
Somewhere new you will stay

That was the last smile I saw him grin
Before eager sleep took over him

I fought the tears as I held the plug
No more pain for my little bug

Questioning if what I did was right
But the young-little boy has peaceful sleep tonight
Taylor Jones Dec 2014
All motions are fluid as she descends down the stairway

So delicate

As if she never even touches the steps

She remains in the nightgown from the previous evening

Her long, dark hair complementing its dark complexion

A cup of tea that's a little too hot

The morning routine

She quietly moves to a window

Softly blowing steam off the top of her cup, fogging up the glass in front of her

The outcome of contrasting temperatures does not cause her to move

She remains still

Silent

Elegant

She turns to face me, and my eyes open

Where she used to lay, where I used to meet that euphoric smile

Is now clairvoyant

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