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A B Follie Jun 2017
I will let go of my love.
I do not need it to survive.
It does my spirit mortal harm
And turns my soul into a desert.

I will not suffer anymore
Nor mourn the loss of what has never been.
The actualization of joy is a rare thing
And standing in the shadows the more certain fate.

I am happy for you, my friend.
It is my duty but I am sincere.
The world will fall at your feet like the woman you love,
And I will watch, the girl with the empty hands.

It has been thus all along
And it is easy to hide when one is always alone.
But even though I did not build a boat
Somehow I am left standing after the flood tide.

I will still breathe.
The heart within me will beat again.
Even the darkest hour must end at last,
And already I have lived to tell the tale.

I will let life come at me once more,
And open wide my arms to receive it.
And even now I will find each small happiness
While I wait a while in this useless passion.
A B Follie Mar 2017
I walked among the tombs tonight,
Just for a change, to wend my way,
And on each grave shone fairy lights
Lit from the sunbeams of the day.

I chose a path not often walked
To test my surety of step,
And hide my face from human talk
And cloak the human tears I wept.

The night wind called my name aloud.
Absent voices cried a warning.
I was alone amidst the crowd,
My heart within a burial shroud.
Yet purpose clear, and spirit proud,
I pressed onward, towards the morning.
A B Follie Feb 2017
I have the courage to fight the war,
and I know the words to call the butterflies.

I've got stamina, and I will follow the golden tail of a meteor
Until it plummets into the sea.
I can hold the breath in my lungs until I reach the ocean floor.

My words are smooth.
I have reasoned with the mermaids,
the silver creatures who drown the souls of men
and leave their bodies to rise again to the surface.

My heart is strong,
but soft enough to sense the murmuring of the white stags,
and my feet are swift to follow.

The woods no longer call me the way they used to,
and the mountains have grown silent.
My footsteps no longer echo,
and my shadow has returned to its home.

My foes surround me,
waiting to claim my being.

All is silence.
Much has been lost.

Why must there always be dragons?

I am brave enough.
A B Follie Feb 2017
High in the sky
catching my eye
as I step outside
the ground cold beneath me
my breath like smoke around me

Its all a'glisten
paper thin
a chesire grin
looking down on me
trying to know

I shiver
I eye the sliver
its sinister smile
and I can't get away from it
no matter where I go

I stare
my breath warm in the icy air
waiting like a cat to spring
to run
always on guard

What does the night sky want from me
What have I done
I ask the moon
The moon laughs
A B Follie Feb 2017
They say 'tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
But I think that he who wrote those words never truly heard the cry of love
He could not have felt the burn of passion
The cruel twist of fate
The adoration
The sudden ceasing of the heart to beat
After it finally breaks
A B Follie Feb 2017
My heart beats
Sudden in the silence
While the world pounds around me
Endless noise, never pausing to catch breath
My skin is hot with the fire of living
But my heart
My heart
Cold and numb

I need to feel more than life burning all around me
And I need to hear more than the din above the quiet
And then maybe the ice will melt at last

It is too much to hope
A B Follie Feb 2017
I am lacking
My heart is empty
Like a tomb that has given up its dead.

Must I stay
Wrists bound
Lips silent
Heart still?
I need a breath of hope to fill my lungs.

How can I be released when I do not believe?
I do believe.
Help my unbelief.
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