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 Oct 2015 FredErick le Roux
JDK
When I see you,
a quiet cheer rises up inside of me,
but then is quickly silenced.

Sometimes I forget to remember that I hate you now.

Sometimes I fantasize about reconciling.

Sometimes I miss your smile.
I'm too stubborn for this.
Give me another month or two and I'll get out.
 Oct 2015 FredErick le Roux
Robyn
Our little road trip
Don't know the destination
Whispering lip to lip
No amount of hesitation
You bring the snacks
While I give directions
Our little road trip
Don't know the destination
(20 minute poetry)

It's only a milestone a mile away from home it might as well be on the moon.
I have shot through this sphere never there, not dealt really enough spots, but here is where this domino draws double one.

If I go on and the if is a big one.. ...Haha I always say that it impresses the females, but we all know the truth's in the details we don't see.

I'm heading on past the milestone
passing beyond the old homestead with my head in the clouds where it
usually is.
Born
Bred
Lived
Dead.

Here lay the
dreams of
yesterday
White light
burning in the back room
watching late night TV
sitting on the chair.

A full moon
shines on
this October,
Winter's coming
I can feel it in the air.

I become
tidal in the tropics
I am mangrove growing
by a Southern sea.

Hot sand
running through my fingers,
on the islands that is
where I want to be.

White light,
Winter,
I watch Summer
splinter
and
wish I had saved some
for me.
I run from the reality of life, from the voices within my head

I run from what I cannot reach, from what I cannot hold

I run from the pictures that are in my mind, and from those I cannot see

I run from the life I cannot have, I run so I can hide

I run because I don't understand what life expects of me

I run because its the only way I can set my spirit free
I usually run into places where I can be alone with my thoughts
Jfc
the poetry meanders like
a pleasant stream
singing of autumn leaves,
    
breath as tranquil as a star in
the blue night,

our margins gather space
wait for the poetry to emerge
like trembling smoke,

our love rushing to wake
to gather songs of an
october sea.
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eyes water
throat burns
heart wrenches
mind churns

know it’s a weakness
but can’t hold it back
fight it too hard
whole world turns black

emotion?
empathy?
frailty?
strength?

have to **** it
that place inside
that feels so much
it breaks the sky

a real man today
for the very first time
everyone knows
real men don’t cry
you know the value of a word
and can place it with great care
you see colors in a rainbow
others wouldn’t know were there
you can find the silver lining
of the darkest thunder cloud
or make a grown man weep
when he reads your words out loud
you live your life wide open
wear your heart upon your sleeve
give your friends the gift of laughter
and console them when they grieve
you take all the pieces of a life
and use words to make the whole
if you're reading this right now
it means you have a poets soul
There are so many wonderful people and poets on this site, this is my thank you for being awesome poem.
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