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The momentary images he kept flickering continually

Emanating and enclosing the grained world

All I could see was his right hand, held still, his body rising and disappearing so rapidly

His line, the halo of himself, appearing cast and steadied

I visualized the momentary rising of the memory they had retained

And it left around the parted rainbow and became rays of the sun

Skimming hard and low below the blue

The current above the wind was always there

Sometimes I would see him wake

Smashed into the crevice of himself

And I would let it touch where he had kept

He turned inches and lowered his strength
 Aug 2010 Emily Krol
Ariel Ellis
Your face appears
An image I’ve seen throughout the years
I get this feeling deep inside
My smile becomes impossible to hide
I try, but I can’t seem to speak
And my knees are growing rather weak
Time stands still
Up my spine goes a chill
In my chest my heart pounds
Everywhere I look happiness is found
I find warmth in your eyes
This kind of love you can’t disguise
 Jul 2010 Emily Krol
Clownassasin
I struggle to state what I already know.
The strength of my love continues to grow.
At first it was easy one step at a time.
But this has no rules reason or rhyme
Everything sorted I seemed in control
But in the blink of an eye you capture my soul
Emotions keep racing when ever you’re near.
My life is on hold almost frozen with fear
Then you are gone to wherever you go
To late to tell you what you may already know
What happens next only time will reveal
I give you my heart with a kiss for a seal
I am truly smitten with all that you are.
Do I share you my thoughts
Or just admire from afar
In the mirror, an image
Of the girl I use to be;
her eyes wide and bright
skin radiant
her smile could light
even the coldest hearts.
She is now an image
frozen in time.
Waiting to burst through
the hollow shell she now
sits in, waiting.
Waiting for something to
release her; until then
she is nothing but a
reflection of what use to
be.
I wrote this poem for a scholarship to a creative writing workshop. :)
 Jul 2010 Emily Krol
Shanna Howse
Abandoned box car
Overgrown with leaves and ferns
Left here unexplained

It has travelled far
With its worn peeling red pain
And wheels unsteady

The red door locked tight
For no one to see inside
What is its story?
© July 29, 2010. Shanna Howse.
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