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 Nov 2014 Adam Childs
Poetic T
A leaf caught upon a breeze
Spinning in one place,
As if the earth was
Repelling,
Shunning,
Dancing
Upon gravities whims
I watch hypnotised by this
Dancing leaf,  
I asked if in need of help
But its words were but silence
Spinning,
Caressed,
Flowing
With the delicate movments
Granted by the breeze,
I stepped closer to see this natures dance
And upon silken thread did it hold tight,
"Never falling to earth"
Hanging,
Suspended,
Graceful
Movements, its time may come to fall
But for now it dances upon silken thread
Dancing within  the breathe of the *gentle breeze.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I'm done with you. You will finally understand why storms are named after people.
 Nov 2014 Adam Childs
Poetic T
Skeletal remains* above the waters edge
What was so full of life now
Rotting,
Decayed,
Unrecognizable
To what was pictured before,
The waves wash upon it
Weathering its remains
No one cares, they see the remnants
But not a second look or care
Forgotten,
Past,
Blind
To its fate, so uncaring even though
The remains still visible,
"We mourn"
Those who remember that life
Now consumed by the sea,
Soon another memory  lost
"When the storm came"
What was there now gone,
"So much joy given"
Now but a broken shell pier
Its remains still showing
But who now knows for how long..
 Nov 2014 Adam Childs
Devon Webb
I make up
conversations
in my head
constructed from the
words you never
say.

I still can't decide
if silence
would be preferable.
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