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aj heatherly Dec 2013
I was once lost
I met others
All lost as well
We found each other
We found ourselves
Apart, we stand
But together
Ready to love
Ready to live
aj heatherly Nov 2013
Life
Ends with
Decaying flesh,
Of a corpse, so fresh;
Fell right outside of the door,
Gliding,
Diving,
Crashing swiftly to the floor,
Nothing left, at least not of worth,
Save a far-off, long-ago memory of a
Bright
Colored
Youth, and now this rotting, fruitless corpse,
Which will give life to its new, youthful brothers,
But only after Death's season has passed us all by.
A sacrifice,
Bitterly made,
Every year,
Silently paid;
You don't notice it when you mindlessly walk over all their small bodies, ground beneath your foot.
In case I don't have something new, ready to share in 5 days, I want to celebrate my 1 year anniversary on Hello Poetry and more importantly, writing my very own material. So this [dark-ish] poem goes out to all of you wonderfully supportive readers. Without the support, I would have stopped writing before I ever began. Thanks  so much!
aj heatherly Oct 2013
And you're a liar,
But then again really everyone here is.
The words spoken,
Always sound so dull,
When we sit in this room,
And mindless words float around.

I've seen you all lie,
For me,
     For friends,
          For yourself,
And we will all lie, to
Save lives,
     Save thought,
          Save even face,

People will tell tiny white kinds,
Others will tell the blackest of all,
All in the name of trying to be cool,
All in the name, they say, of kindness and love.

I'm a liar too,
To friends or my mother,
To strangers or a lover,
But it's in this silence,
I have to be honest,
Sincere, not withholding.

In stillness, the faintest,
Sound of beating chests,
Breathing lungs,
Trembling souls,
Zephyrs come howling,
While trees stand and whisper.

Sick and tired of the daily lies,
Fall into each others love,
Trusting silence to
Finally speak honest words,
For the first time in days,
Maybe months, even years.

A heartbeat cannot lie,
With sanity on the line,
And it's a sure step up,
From that sneaky little muscle,
Slipping in our mouths;
They say it's called a "tongue."

Let these untruths of yours
Be set free unto the sea,
Cease this fabrication,
Of stories told to me;
Pergure yourself no more,
Drop down your defenses;
Show the world what you have,
Show everyone your heart.

Nothing left to be said,
Can be the greatest gift;
I write these words unto,
To attest to you to sift,
Through all the words you hear,
Because words are left to  
You to read and perceive,

They  might call us fools,
But I'll tell of how I,
Loved more, this way than that,
Saved and spent my sweet time,
The right way,
The honest way.

I've lived ways most have not,
And if anything more tragic
Than a lie doth exist,
It has to be the story,
Of the souls who know not,
Honesty, but prefer lies,
How they have been bound at the wrists
And ankles, blindfolded at the eyes.
aj heatherly Oct 2013
Pies can get you lots of things,
Pies can get you through your day,
Some use pies to get place to place,
While others use pies to stand and stay,
Pies can help you when you are flat on your back,
Pies can not help you to know, I confess,
The difference between the the English word "pīz"
and the Spanish word "pē-es"
I want to add more to this, clean it up. But it was something funny I wanted to share, and it's been awhile since I put anything new out.
aj heatherly Aug 2013
Standing alone,
On this great rock,
Back to how it was again,
Hoping for change,
Instead of still winds.
Moonlight shone for every step here,
But still, the path is obscured,
Unknown;
Undiscovered or unsolvable?
What least I can hope,
Is it resolvable,
Before the end of my rope?
aj heatherly Jun 2013
Move me as water erodes sand,
And lie me down where I shall rest;
Cast me off and pressure will befall
I'll turn to rock,  
With layers of memories,
Of life and love and you.
aj heatherly May 2013
When things aren't perfect,
Music makes life just a little bit better than it was,
An immeasurably small difference,
Makes an immeasurably large impact;
So with gratitude,
I listen on, in the temperate evening breeze....
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