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917 · Jul 2015
On a misty day
Anthony J Jul 2015
A misty day,
On the way
We used to walk along
On sunny days,
This mist smells
Candy sweet
Like your wrist.
Then, I see someone
In the mist.
Try to catch up,
But soon,
She’s gone with scent.
887 · Jul 2015
Eau de toilette
Anthony J Jul 2015
Memories dissolved
Into this liquid.

I inhale
Your pretty face,
Smiles flashed,
Laughs.

I exhale.
I miss you already,
Your face,
Tonight.

I inhale
Your kind voice,
Lovely words
Spoken.

I exhale.
Your voice resonates,
Calling me,
Tonight.

I inhale
The last molecule.
Stop for a sec.

Then,
I exhale,
Alone.
601 · Jul 2015
Flower in rain
Anthony J Jul 2015
Under a tree,
Await rain to stop.

I
See a flower
Defy rain,
Struck by drops,
Liable to die.

When I hesitate,
She falls, beheaded,
So beautifully, in
So ominous rain.
Even while falling,
She never yields.

Now, leaves fall
Above my head.

I regret.
Should’ve helped.
Here remains only
This wet, cowardly flesh.

I
See this bud
Defy rain
Even when dead.
429 · Jul 2015
Nights
Anthony J Jul 2015
A vivid night,
We meet and talk like
We knew each other
For a long time.

A dreamy night,
We love, if only for
This one night that
We just met.

A rainy night,
We break up, as if
For the second time,
In this familiar rain.

In mornings,
I find myself regretting.
380 · Jul 2015
Chocolate milk
Anthony J Jul 2015
I buy
Chocolate milk
You liked.

And I regret
Because
The first sip
Tastes like your lips

Every sip--
Diluted memories,

Each sip--
Bitter, burning throat

And
The last sip--
You're gone.
347 · Jul 2015
Bare heart
Anthony J Jul 2015
My heart,
Sealed,
Met you,
Started to bare
Itself.

My heart,
Bare,
The most honest,
Can’t bear
That you don’t
Care.

My heart,
Exposed
Out of body.
I can’t repair
But you don’t
Care.

Now,
All of me is dead.
Only my heart,
In this skeleton,
Beats once more
To see if you
Care.

But you don't
Care.
310 · Jul 2015
Winter
Anthony J Jul 2015
Fall is gone,
I’m alone.
This winter,
I wither
With this flower
Next to me,
That
I didn’t water
But that
Didn’t bother.
I made
Her wither,
Not winter.

— The End —