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 Dec 2013 RA
rained-on parade
The heart where once
love resided fell too cold.

Now the flesh turns
an uneasy grey beneath
a thin layer of dusty frost.

When touched,
the fingertips stick and the cold bites.
Few dared to warm
the space with their hands
and now neglect has my heart forgot.

There's an uncared for path.
An overrun piece of forest
nearly hidden in the brush
that leads to a cave.

There's a cool breeze
that staves away my curiosity.
A comment of yours turned into a poem. So lyrical and so true.
 Dec 2013 RA
Earthchild
Beginning
 Dec 2013 RA
Earthchild
8:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my dad smiled at me, kissing me goodnight
my mom sat at the edge of my bed
reading me a bedtime story
departing as I drifted off into a dreaming faze
thats what they would always do

9:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my dad hugged me
turned and left to bed
my mom sat at the edge of my bed
telling me to get better grades
because I was failing math

10:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my dad went to bed before me
patting my shoulder as he passed
shutting that wooden door behind him
my mom cracking the door open "night"
I smiled as I worked through my homework

11:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my mom sitting behind the bright computer screen
telling me to go to bed because she was to busy
my dad huddled under the covers snoring softly
behind that white wooden door
I sat alone in my cold room

12:00 am
I tucked myself into bed
tears streaming from my hallow eyes
sorrowing tremors shaking my fragile bones
knees drawn to my chest, attempt to hold myself together
a trail of dark scarlett snaking down my arm to my finger tips
my head a hazy storm, I lean back unconcious, asleep

     My parents never tucked me in
 Dec 2013 RA
Earthchild
People always say
just forget and move on
how do you forget love?
can people not see that
love can not be forgotten?
All my memories of you
linger like a morning fog
in my summer mind

The way your hand trailed
along my bare fragile ribs
your smile as you
were about to kiss my
flushed rose lips
my head resting on your chest
the music of your tired lungs
your singing heart

Why do we act like strangers
after all the memories we have?
I cant burn memories like
I can burn pictures
I can not forget love
I can only forget why
why I made the effort to
love
in the first place
No, this is not about you
 Dec 2013 RA
Earthchild
The terrible thing is
Nothing lasts
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The lovely thing is
Everything disapears
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