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 Sep 2019 Sophie
Serendipity
I left with the intent
of seeing you again.

I wish I would have known
otherwise.
I miss the birb.
 Sep 2019 Sophie
Neville Johnson
Her face is like a poem
Her heart a willow tree
Bending softly in the moonglow
Beating always for me
She’s the bell in my distance
The hearth at home
With me everywhere
Even when I’m alone
In the desert she is water
She’s the forest and the trees
Everything she is to me
Everything
 Sep 2019 Sophie
PS
every day
 Sep 2019 Sophie
PS
I wish to
wake up next to you
On a Sunday morning
Looking into your sleepy eyes
And watch a flustered smile
Appear on your beautiful face


I wish to
stand by the kitchen window
In our underwear
Sipping coffee
Listening to the endless rain
Outside


I wish to
Sit across from you
At the dinner table
With the soft light of the candles
Illuminating your features
And you telling me all about
The dream you had last night


I wish to
Take a walk
On a sunny day
Breathing the fresh air
Our hands intertwined
A light breeze playing
With your hair


I wish for
Simple things really
Nothing too much
But somehow
Looking at our lives right now
They seem so very unachievable
When all you crave is a bit of routine in this messy world.
 Sep 2019 Sophie
Jack Jenkins
Art should be disturbing to the comfortable
A comfort to the disturbed
A shape of two being one
The creator casting one half
The eye of the beholder creates the other
Unified into a single shape with infinite dimensions
Shining like a diamond
The shape of as heart
Windowed soul
Unshuttered and unfettered
A pouring of everything
Filling of empty spaces
The gap between the ribcages
The pain behind the faces
Unmasked, raw, refined, precise, agonizing
Hopeful and despairing
That is what art should be
Art is nothing more than that
Create beauty
//On art//
 Sep 2019 Sophie
Jack Jenkins
it lingers
hovers
encircles me
this simple fear
in the twilight of my reflection
your face
your voice
not the same as my memory
im afraid
i have forgotten you
not your memories
but you
hold my breath in my lungs
to replicate your hugs
it's not the same
am i the one who changed?
i don't remember you as you are
but as you were to me
the painting on the walls
the halls of my loneliness
the emptiness of my heart
still love you always
still love you always
//On her//
In the middle of the moment
The past just stumbled by
The future seemed so uncertain
About the when or where or whys
So I took a step or two backwards
Before I leaped too far ahead
It was on an afterthought
That I tripped , fell and hit my head
When I became conscious
I wasn't where I was
There were flies all over the carcass
And a loud and constant buzz
As the stench rose up above
The flies were stepping high
Giddy in their excitement
What a way to die !
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