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Ady May 2014
don't kiss this devil
it'll burn, it will torment you.
stay with angels' lips.
Sorry I couldn't think of a better title and if I made a mistake.
Ady May 2014
Take me somewhere nice,
where I can scream and not be heard;
cry and not be seen.

Take me somewhere
I can pour the pain,
spout these nonsense to the drain.

Take me somewhere I can sink,
vanish within the abysmal depths
of never ending sapphire;
where decay is a fable of forsaken
times

Take me somewhere nice,
where Death is but a whisper in
the receding breezes of Time.
First stage of grief and loss:
Denial and Isolation
Ady May 2014
I am a walking disorder,
what I touch I break.
From greek mythology the Goddess of chaos, strife and discord.
Ady May 2014
Darkness tends to illuminate the meaningful
bits we seem to forget with the constancy of
light which makes us blind from the blaze
of all beauty and imperfection;

but it is only in the solemn moments we
remember what truly matters, thus it casts its
shadow over the things that blinds us and serves
as a memento of the significant when grief engulf us.
Ady Apr 2014
She left in the blosoming of sprigs,
in the blooming of my Spring.

When I left her I thought her silly
and misunderstood the dichotomy of
our farewells.
Shame on her for she meant forever.

She left my knitted blanket ripen,
without a last "I love you" as a reminder
on my part.
Both our intentions withered.

And now my Spring has turned barren-
How ironic for time to end a life
at the sproutings of mine.

Farewell, my rosy weather;
may the breeze of the daffodils sway you to a Summer land.
A person I considered to be my other Mother died and well this is in her memory.
  Apr 2014 Ady
Hayleigh
Nobody takes a photo
Of something they want to forget.
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