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 May 2016 Kvothe
Denel Kessler
These are not
petals unfolding
and I am not light
but a daydream
drifting

These are not
lips savoring
and I am not night
but the darkness
awakening

These are
reddened skies
and I am but the dawn
a woman
breaking
REPOST
When I receive messages within minutes of posting, from two poets on HP I admire and respect, inquiring about the break in format on the last stanza, I know that I haven't been as clear as I could have been.  I love getting the loves, but your discerning eyes are the true gold here. Thank you so much to David Adamson and PoetryJournal for taking the time to ask for clarity.  I love the discussion!  Hope the change makes all the difference...
: )

*red sky at night, sailor's delight - red sky in morning, sailor's warning...*
 May 2016 Kvothe
Joel M Frye
Within each shattered shadowed soul
a blinding binding light may grow
when tribulation takes its toll
in ways naught but the dying know.
We live eternity each day
aware of what most will ignore,
that in the end we have no say
when ends life's narrow corridor.
An omnipresent spirit's real,
begging that we keep in mind
the gratitude for wounds that heal,
and lead us down our selves to find
what words we whistle in the dark
to walk through fears which leave their mark.
I really have a good life...mainly because I write the dark times out.
 May 2016 Kvothe
Sofia Chavez
I think the problem is
that you need a girl
who doesn't think
about what goldfish
dream about
or about worms
that get washed up
on rainy days.

A girl who doesn't think
about
raindrop races
on windowpanes.
A girl who doesn't
point out clouds
that puff out like the
dragons
she reads about.

A girl who likes
politics
and not fantasy.
A girl who cries when
the endings are sad.
Not happy.

A girl who lives
for the sake of
love
and not
herself.

A girl who is
definitely
not
me.

I think
the problem is
I'm happy
it's not.
I struggle with my self-esteem so sometimes I try to write about the things I like about myself. Hopefully it will make you think about what you like about yourself too.
 May 2016 Kvothe
Hewasminemoon
I am a vessel.
And in me,
an orange tomb.
Pocket sized.
Ultramarine.
I tip toe with fingers
tender & chewed.
Forty minutes.
I'm pink like a pill.
Dog-tired.
One minute.
I'm red as blood.
Restless.
Callow.
I was built to spill.
My teeth chatter & grind.
When will I see you again?
I sit on silver &
hang on your every word.
I think of you because my heart demands it.
Yesterday was euphoric.
Today was a blur
and what remained was you.
 May 2016 Kvothe
Stephan
Eternally
 May 2016 Kvothe
Stephan
.

*If by chance you see this,
and just in case you care
I will always love you,
this to you I swear

And if you come to notice,
please hear me as I say
My loves for you is endless,
forever and a day

As here I keep on writing
in hope that this you view
So you will know my feelings
undying love for you

For there won’t be a moment,
nor any time you see
I will not keep my promise to
love you eternally
I hope you see this.
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