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I lost you like a breath to the wind
a moment I breathed you in.

Then just like that I exhaled and you
were lost to me just another spirit in
The wind.

I tried to hold you in, not to expel your
Essence, but when I blinked you were
Gone, and I miss you lost to the winds.
Evaporating
hydrated molecules fall
loops of tears repeat
water is like life it has its own cycle of birth death and rebirth
one is for sorrow
urban tainted are feathers
tattooed black and white
Magpies are beautiful, but the tales are still sung of urban thoughts
~

Another long day ends
and I watch the sunset
peeking through the swaying trees

The sky is aglow
with soft pastel colors
painting a finish to another Sunday

I can hear birds singing,
throughout the valley
their happy twilight lullabies echoing

Firefires begin to awaken
from their daylight slumber to decorate
the evening sky with shimmers

And the first star appears, twinkling
on the eastern horizon signaling
the start of another gorgeous night

And I wonder where
was all of this enchanting
beauty before

Because all I can recall
is darkness engulfing my view
prior to you coming into my life

Filling my heart with love,
my days with wonderful flowers
and my evenings with mesmerizing sunsets

And as I stare at the moon
shining brightly above, I know
that without you I would have nothing

You are my days, my nights,
my everything in between
*and I adore you for bringing this all to me
Good night beautiful
By Arcassin Burnham

Corn chips on the dashboard,
Putting gas in the car,
Yeah the gardens full today,
And even though I wouldn't get that far,
This is me on my dead days,
Excuse Me

How you been?
Where'd you come from?
Who sent you?
Where's the town that you reside from?
What's with all the ******* questions?
Don't put a mark at the end of mine,
I never have the time,
Cause I'm a ******* ***.

Corn chips on the dashboard,
Putting gas in the car,
Yeah the gardens full today,
And even though I wouldn't get that far,
This is me on my dead days,
**Excuse Me
Second part to the poem good Sunday I wrote like months ago.
I would not recommend Madness
      

                 distrust runs riot
dissecting myself with wings clipped deemed a flight risk
and I'm naked lay face down on the bed
and I trace tramlines
                                     of forgiveness
because my mauled body pays
penance and I am my own
whipping boy who sees me as
a war zone of self-destruction
an addict to my own sickness
bat **** crazy
                         like those female poets
and their creative madness
                                                 Sexton, Plath, Bishop, Woolf
and Merini and Kane

and I prayed: Lord
forgive me for my sins
I would not recommend
Madness

© Sia Jane
See Harold Norse “I would not recommend Love”
The sun set
On my childhood.
I became a
Creature of the night,
A brief indulgence
In all things dark
Before you brought me
Back into the light
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