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 Sep 2017 Cloudy Heart
Jaclyn
I stand on the edge of the dock
Dark water lit by a full moon
Crisp air, broken by the bellows of a bullfrog
I can't look away.

Black glass
Fish tails leave ripples like cracks in a mirror
I can't see myself
I can't hear you
Only the bullfrog

You step closer
I hide in the looking glass
Shattering the surface

I stand in a new world
Lit only by the moon
No air, no sound
I am trapped

I look to the surface
Little fish swim together, silent yet beautiful
I can see myself, distorted
I can't hear you
Or the bullfrog

You try to reach me
Now all I see is red
Stuck forever, under the surface
sometimes i feel too much
sometimes i feel too little
i wish i could stay in that happy place
that lies right in the middle

when i feel too much
it's a torrent of emotion
a downpour of epic proportion
and i pray for it to end

yet when it does i don't feel enough
i'm numb, frozen, depressed.
I then pray for this to end
and i'd do anything to feel again

so i'm stuck in this happy limbo
never feeling quite right
like goldilocks in the three bear's house
i can't sleep at night
Healing waters
flowing through my soul.
Beckons my heart
making me whole.

Flushing waters
falling down.
Streaming out
with a rushing sound.

Grace waterfalls
of full-covering peace.
Humble growth
through an act of release.
Colors so florid
all around her.
Flaming hot, torrid
causing emotions to stir.
Breathing autumn mist air
with pine and subtle oak trees.
She glares and stares
as her hair brushes with the breeze.
Her eyes partake the flamboyant
sights straight ahead.
On to her voyage
where the colors have led.
Strolling on the bridge
above the lake
as the boards shake
rumbling under your feet.

Shades of autumn glow
in the midst of the nightfall
paints of trees so tall
around this lovely land.

Take in the scenery
as it glares off your eyes
bringing a pleasing surprise
each and every color.
Don't waste your days away
write bad poetry
I mean absolute garbage
and draw stick figures
with squiggly lines
and paint with your fingers
and laugh when you ****
and blame someone else
for the terrible smell
and sing and scream
whenever your driving
to wherever you may be driving to
and stay up too late
and get up tired
and nap
and sleep through church
or at church
and snore really loud
and day dream
and live dreams
and when the nightmares come
enjoy the fear and the rush
and the pouring sweat
on your forward
as you wake up screaming
but don't look out the window
because there isn't anything
out there that is more scary
than your imagination
and make a deal with the devil
and cheat him his dues
and leave a rubber corpse
on your death bed
and live another day
and out run the sun
and give a butterfly the moon
in exchange for
the hidden treasure map
painted on its wings
and hang that map in the sky
to cover the hole
where the moon used to be
and don't worry
no one will notice
because they look exactly the same
and ask the stars politely
not to tell anyone
and don't forget to say please
and thank you
for stars never ignore a request
for a favor that is asked
with a manner of grace and kindness
and build sandcastles
to close to the shoreline
and watch the waves
wash the towers and walls away
and listen to the mist giggle
at the mischief it has done
and fold a boat
out of the song
no one else can hear
and give your hopes and prayers
to the wind
and sail away
and find yourself
and lose yourself
and give time and love
your full attention
and no matter
how bad things may ever get
or how good things may ever be
I will always be a fool
and a dreamer
and a magic bean believer
and I'll write you bad poetry
really bad
absolute garbage
whenever you need
because I can't think
of any better way
to waste my days away
 Sep 2017 Cloudy Heart
Natasha
soft-serve and sunscreen, sandcastles
old movies
played on reruns via VCR

top down, open highway
lined with trees
and sunshine

how did these days
pass me by
so quick?
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