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  Oct 2016 Trevon Haywood
AshAndGlitter
She sits alone,
You try to approach but don't,
She talks to herself,
You want to talk to her but don't,
She wants to tell you something,
You want to hear her but you don't,
You ignore her, and she, she, she,
Falls,
You,
Fall,
You wish you listened.
Don't you wish that you approached her? It's your fault.
Trevon Haywood Oct 2016
Cry me a river
Build me a bridge
I cannot remember
Which ditch I did dig

I am here in the present
Yet live in the past
It’s all just a blur
Moving so fast

I have lived through the storm
I have fell to my knees
But yet I do not know
The importance of these

Send me a message
Show me the light
Take heed in my warning
I live in the night

Darkness is coming
I am fading from sight
The gate is now closing
Now comes the fright

I am lost and confused
So poor and confused
So beaten and broken
With no end in sight

Cry me a river
Build me a bridge
I cannot remember
Which ditch I did dig.

Patricia Tam. 10/5/2016.
The smell of leather
Will never be the same

Brown eyes
Will never be the same

The taste of skin
Will never be the same

The sound of swallowing water
Will never be the same

Elevator doors
Will never be the same

Holding hands
Will never be the same

Music
Will never be the same

Poetry
Will never be the same

Heartbeats
Will never be the same

Love
Will never be the same

Life
Will never be the same

I
Will never be the same

And all of this is for the better
Trevon Haywood Oct 2016
I
Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.

                               II
Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.

Sappho. Translated by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. 10/4/2016.
Trevon Haywood Oct 2016
I miss the snow.
I miss the sleet.
I miss the ice,
And I miss the freezing rain.
That's why I'm sad because i miss winter so much.
And I don't want this to happen ever again.
But don't worry, I'll be happy when the next winter season comes back again in New England's history.

Anonymous. 10/4/2016.
Trevon Haywood Sep 2016
Celebrate the rain.
It only means that the sun shall shine bigger and brighter,
than ever.

Anonymous. 9/27/2016.
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