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Learn to fall in love with your sadness. It is one of the most freeing things you can do for yourself.

If you're consumed by a deep,
stabbing anguish,
then it means your passionate;
It means you care about something enough to let it crack your bones and boil your blood while intensity holds hands with zealousness and
locks lips with your spirit.

Never mistake your thundering
sorrow for weakness.
It means you aren't mearly alive,
But you're ******* alive.
 Aug 2017 A N Sweet
Lacuna
I'm aware that i'm forbidden to stare, as the sun and sky set in orange, i see you with her through my smile. Sometimes its hard to believe that you have her and i'm still here standin' still and alone.
 Aug 2017 A N Sweet
John
Awaken, my love.

For the trees
against the sky
seem to free
my tired eyes.

Darken, my love.

For the black
contrasts the light
like the latch
to the high-flying kite.

Hasten, my love.

For I only have so much time
before the curtains fall so fast.
You've been more than kind
on the lake on which you cast
those little,
lethal
stones.
 May 2012 A N Sweet
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 Apr 2012 A N Sweet
Leonard Cohen
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
 Feb 2012 A N Sweet
Joe
There are two unfinished gins
By our bedside
The night took us
And made us forget

I reach out to quench thirst
In the morning
The juniper taste of regret

I watch you while you're sleeping
I listen to you breathe
You'll wake up and leave soon
Then it's back to the distillery

There's just one unfinished
By my bedside
The night's over
You fell through the net

I reach out to quench thirst
In the morning
The juniper taste of regret
 Feb 2012 A N Sweet
Marsha Singh
If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.
 Feb 2012 A N Sweet
Joe
The Pear,
Armed with scissors
And glue
Settled down to
His task

The Apples,
Glared disapprovingly
Coxes have no time
For arts
And crafts

The Bananas,
Thought the whole
Affair was beneath them
They thought
Too much

The Kiwis,
Were green with envy
At such freedoms
Desire, bursting
Through brown coats

The Grapes,
Clung to each other
Fearful, by nature
At the concept
Of life beyond
The Fruit-bowl
 Jan 2012 A N Sweet
JL
Like sculpture
I sat under the buzzing light
Smoking a cigarette to commemorate
You stole the words from my mouth
And put them in your songs
You took the love from my eyes
And put it on the canvas
The stitch of my skin
Was nothing more than a place to wipe your tears
My clothes were yours
My shoes were yours
My teeth
Never
       Straight
Enough
For you
So I shaved my head
Knicking my scalp with the razor
And watching the blood
Flow down my face
I feel nothing
Because the oxy tells me to feel nothing
Crimson river dripping into the sink
This is my blood
And you could never take it from me
Now matter how hard you bit
Now matter how Sharp the knife
**** your name
**** your house
**** your car
**** my eagerness
Latley the only thing that the paycheck buys
Are bottles of fire water and pain pills
We don't need you
We don't need you
The life of my eyes tells me
We will never need you
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