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Do not meet me when it's autumn,
The falling leaves are sad

Do not meet me when it's spring,
Rose buds would bloom

Do not meet me when it's summer,
Our icy ****** heart would melt

Meet me when it's winter,
Russian winter,
We don't have to feel at all.
DEAB
Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased

My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over
I'm going to              **** myself/ tell your wife/ Dover

How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die

I'll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay

Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack

Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool

I will                           miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together

I'm sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call


(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)
I stand alone upon a hill

staring at the clouds so still.

The wind blows my hair across my face

but still i look for you without a trace.

I close my eyes and there you are

and the pain and emptiness are gone.

I hear your laugh and see your smile

the two main things that drove me wild.

I feel your warm embrace

and once again I leave time and space.

I feel your lips pressed against mine

forever being a part of our time.

I open my eyes but you're still gone

and the tears come out 8 miles long.

Yet i still stand upon this hill

waiting for my heart to fill.

i close my eyes and once again

our memories come crashing in.

Forever feelings of joy and love

the main thing every girl dreams of.

I open my eyes expecting a change

yet everything remains the same.

The sun then goes on it's merry way

leaving me alone for another day.

And even though you're miles away

forever waiting on this hill I'll stay.
The moon shines
with the sheen of silk
blankets the landscape
like a fine quilt

While the rain drops drum
on the window pane
in the blues rhythm
to cool the heat strain

As the stars begin to sparkle
taking up the night
showing off there wonder
in the twinkling light

The gentle whisper
of the summer nights wind
moves the rainy parade
pass the valley and glen

As the ease of the morning
fills the air
a rooster meets the greeting
on a day quite fair

The day begins to grow
just like any normal day
were we rise to the world
to begin work or play
Write by me on July 22, 2008
On an island in the west country,..
In the Queen's land, where Black-beard,..
Once played on, as a young child..
And called his home, among the contours...
Chained men and tobaccos..
Once brought fortune lust..


Bridges were built, and train tracks laid..
By the man Brunel, who wore as long a hat..
Ships and cathedrals, sugar factories..
Bansky's graffiti, treasured marks on walls..
And stone-henge laid a stone throw away..


Roman baths, in near by Bath..
And underground passage, of tunnels..
Laid for walks and rivers paths..
Horse mountain and Welsh borders..
Sat not far away on looks, across the channel..


But for the one thing, that makes Brizz so special..
Is the sanctuary, it provides for lost souls..
This here laid land, a place like home..
Gulliver did be so proud, to call his home..
Away from home, as I do, away from home..
Briss Bristol  is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at www.poetrysoundbites.blogspot.com

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