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Julia Elise Jun 2016
dear new york city, my new love,
our affair was short lived and I cannot fathom how you were able to, in the single moment I was with you, take me by the hand and lead me to something I didn't know I needed. a place where kaleidoscopes of people are
not only living but alive and everyone has the chance to be whoever they want.
somewhere that is somehow an escape and a reality. you are a wonderland straight from a fairytale, full of extraordinary culture and ordinary people that somehow become more once you you force them to succumb to the lights and sounds of the city. and when all these things come together and connect like the pieces that make up the sides of the glass palaces, i realize you become the most beautiful thing I've ever loved.
Julia Elise May 2016
if
if all my fears were water, i'd be drowning.
if all my thoughts were tears, i'd be a river.
if all my worries were raindrops, i'd be a storm.
and
if all my love were puddles, i'd flood the earth.
Julia Elise May 2016
the silence between the waves scream all the unspoken thoughts.
Julia Elise May 2016
you had a depth within you that the ocean craved
probably will put this into a longer poem later
Julia Elise May 2016
carry on from the beginning
we are the alive poets society
words said by another  
all we believe in is each other

secretive language all our own
passionate words among loving tales
writing words, raptureously flowing
others left completely unknowing

O captain, my captain
guide us in the ways of words
careful now, do not reveal
for they are our only seal

the only initiation
is contributing a verse
in a poem called living
or this play unforgiving

our pens speak like our tongues
writing what we wish we could say
undercover we stay, quietly
we are the alive poets society

carpe diem
tribute to dead poets society. ameliorated version
Julia Elise Apr 2016
you said it was our song then sang something different.
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