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 Aug 2015 Bell'Alta
CA Guilfoyle
This morning, upon my wall
with lilies, lilies tall
sun shadows
the beauty
of it
all

Colors
and flowers
birds of dawn
in the singing trees
has only ever been a dream
Sadness is a virus that attacks the human being within
 Aug 2015 Bell'Alta
nivek
its so hushed here you can ride it
enter into it and become it

quietude without measure
giving birth constantly

and who knows what to whom
this silence will touch
 Nov 2014 Bell'Alta
Tupelo
Paper, Pencils, and Pens
tools of my murders,
A nice ball point is my preference,
Bloodbaths in notebooks,
Body outlines in black ink,
Homicidal verses roll off the tongue,
Cuff my wrists,
I can't bare to witness anymore,
all the tombstones at the end of these sentences,
Grave digging across the pages,
Nobody said poetry was pretty.
 Nov 2014 Bell'Alta
Isobel G
Will you catch me
when I fall for you
©Nicola-Isobel H.      24.11.2014
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