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Orion Rosemary Feb 2018
Something once had sat upon, no- clinged to, my mind
Gripping and clawing
until I would cry

Remember, remember

But who or what was it?
coming to question this
Previously making myself believe
it does not exist

Remember, remember

That print on a page
that error the same
My hearing isn’t working
I am deaf to that name

Remember, remember
What Tom-foolery is this?

Remember, remember
He no longer exists

To me.
“Want me to hurt him?” “Hurt who?” (No)

He no longer exists to me.
Orion Rosemary Jan 2018
Words unspoken, truths unsaid
Lies are spinning spiderwebs

Sleek, sticky, uncouth, unclean,
Hisses, dies, but won’t quite leave

Regret sinks, seeps through cracks
Bursting, rotting, emotion lacks

Like a fly; caught in a web,
Buzzes, struggles, alive then dead

Spreading poison through the flies,
Sticking, hurting webs of lives

“Change me! Change me!”

Birds that sing
Screeching, die with broken wings

Crawling, creeping, chills my back
Hissing, dying, emotion lacks

No more flies, cannot feed,
Hisses, dies, but won’t quite leave

Remaining behind, even still,
Cobwebs spun,
Lives fall apart or are even killed.
Be careful not to indulge in lies, white or not.
Orion Rosemary Jan 2018
Too
Difference between lives best left said,
do not compare, don’t get caught dead

People experience different things different ways
Better to sympathize than to relate

I once said me too, to too many different things
failed to see all the trouble ‘Twould bring

To want to take my own live, without considering
Others who truly did who I cared for and who’d cared for me

My best friend attempted recently such a thing
Not realizing to me how much pain it would bring

If she did, I really would too

Me too if I’m too late,

There’d be nothing more to do

And when now others simply remark such words
I think of them, oh, I think
‘how pereverse’

They and you may yet know one day
know what it’s like to be too, to be too too late
For a dear friend, and for dear others who may be as I once was or am now. Or how she was and is.
Orion Rosemary Jan 2018
Tiny petals,
Tinted pink
Dew drops drip down,
Smooth and sleek

The wind whispers,
Gentle, calm
Dance and settle,
Within the palm

Of a small child,
Pure and sweet
Ever so slowly,
Drifting to sleep

And on,
The willow quietly weeps
Before the becoming,
Of a mindless sheep
Generations blame one another so much nowadays... they don’t realize we are all merely humans.. simple creatures bound to make and repeat many mistakes.
Orion Rosemary Jan 2018
In the hot, blistering, orange summer haze,
I’d once again been left;
Left in a haze

And the calming effects,
Of words you had left,
Grew on,
Into a haunting repetance

I lack in any response

In the light, reminiscent autumn breeze
I’d been held to watch again;
Watch again as you leave

And the dazzling effects,
Of the touch you had left,
They fade,
Slowly, into a wish for such again

I lack in any response

In the cold,
Monochromatic ice,
I grasped just too late;
Too late to think twice

And the chilling effects,
Of assurance you’d left,
Vanished,
As I failed to accept it

I lack in any response

In the first light,
Brightest of spring,
You return to me,
This to cause me to gleam

And the way I effect,
Your return from having left,
Wordless,
I glow before you

You lack in any response
About a girl who has difficulty physically expressing emotions.
Orion Rosemary Jan 2018
Light softly dimming
From bright rays to gentle brush
The night has come
A haiku

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