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 Sep 2017 Carlos Costa
JeanT
I see you in my dreams more than I should

I say I ignore you but I wouldn't even if I could

You were never really mine, it was only a wish

But please dear, just give me one more kiss

Our eyes lock and my heart beats out of my chest

I can't get over you, I guess I'm obsessed..

So I'll look at you like I look at a shining star

But just remember, Karma is a ***** and she's never too far
A bleak sky halting the high.
Droplets bounce and illuminate minds.
Slipping south surrounded by sighs.
The trees give up, watch on, and die.
Monotoned musings falter at times.
The Earth looks on with a cheshire smile.
Suffocating in air as the world goes by.
Then look up and ask...why?
 Dec 2016 Carlos Costa
Corvus
I'm locked in a cage.
Half my body spilling out through the bars;
Arms bent, snapped bones piercing through skin,
Stretched out, reaching for the key that gets further away.
Other half still held captive, hidden in the darkness
Of the secret that never wants to be paroled.
I want to escape, but the jagged limbs have formed a knot
And I can neither be pulled out through the gaps of the bars,
Nor back into the depths of repression.
I'm half free and half trapped,
And those two states of being cancel each other out.
I am nothing.
 Dec 2016 Carlos Costa
Ju Clear
Tree ******
We have the same Christmas tree argument each year
This year I won
We pruned a limb so the tree would live on
It's the small actions
Which will heal our world
Kindness to all things living
Kindness rules
Out with my kin looking for a limb of tree to prune
 Dec 2016 Carlos Costa
Corvus
I didn't go to your funeral today.
Wasn't well enough.
Part of me feels guilty, but not because of you,
Just because there's an expectation to go to funerals.
Really, I don't mind though.
I don't mind not thinking 'goodbye' in the direction of a coffin
While a man talks about things I don't believe in.
You and I said goodbye not long ago,
And it's a memory I'll forever cherish.
How fragile you were, yet how strong you became
Under the weight of your mother's death.
How you took my own grieving mother under your arm,
Outstretched in love, and asked her if she'll be OK.
And then you turned and looked at me, called me by name,
Walked over to me and asked how I was.
Said goodbye and gave me a hug.
How much your old personality shone through in that moment,
After years of mental health problems but you were still my auntie Jackie.
I didn't go to your funeral today,
But I've got the best memory of us parting ways.
This is where I have called home
My entire life.
I own a rundown cottage
Next to a poisoned stream
devoid of life.

Everything is the color
Of nuclear winter.

And in this post-apocalyptic story,
There are no heroes, no villains left
In which I can place the blame;
There is only my self-doubt
And the quiet rustling of my thoughts
Against the bare concrete.

Welcome to the dark.

This home in my head
Where the light has all but been
Eaten by my own sense of
Existential dread.

I hate it here as much as you do.

The look on your faces,
The reminders that I exist and
That you miss me.
I wish I could change and move back
But my lease doesn't have a definite
Expiration.
 Dec 2016 Carlos Costa
Intrépide
As you spoke your lies
I can see it within your eyes
the emptiness and sorrow
that builds up inside

While saying ''I'm alright and it's
All fine''

As words run dry
I solemnly sigh.
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