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 Sep 2015 Gudden
Lily
There was this girl who likes to write dark, lonely poems
Until this unnamed guy came along.


Leigh Herondale  *September 2015
Just when I thought i'd never see him again, I saw him :) :) :)
i sit across her
on the round table

i see her delicate hands
twirling on the spoon
on this ethereal summer noon
when she looks incredibly pretty
beneath the cobwebbed ceiling
amid the Doppler noise of the city
her eyes on the coffee
and mine on her.
 Aug 2015 Gudden
Jude kyrie
Moody Blue

Resting and tired and sleep just flows
That’s not where Mood Indigo goes
If at night he visits you
Get ready to be drowned in moody blue

When dreams are full and overflow
Almost there Mood Indigo knows
He is in charge for an hour or two
Get ready to be drowned in moody blue

Regrets come visit they will not go
He dumps them on you Mood Indigo
The pain it bores into the heart of you
Just drowning in moody blue

I see her face how did he know?
It was all me that made her go
Now just tears the whole night through
I am drowning alone in moody blue
 Aug 2015 Gudden
Jude kyrie
Missing You

I really miss my older sister
I know she was faulty.
She drank cold medicine
chased down with a can of beer.

I know she smoked ***
shot horse and crack.
Then did time for being a mule.
You might ask me why
I still love her.

Because the faulty
parts got even worse.

The shoplifting charges
why did she always get caught?
Then the solicitation,
just to get enough to score.

But before all these things
when I was a little boy.
she was an angel to me.
She looked after me when
mom was out partying

I remember her reading and singing.
She took me to my first movie.
She would make me breakfast
tell me of all her plans
to see the world live life.

She made me laugh
When I was blue.
And I ache to see her again.
 Aug 2015 Gudden
DawynSHunter
Alive
 Aug 2015 Gudden
DawynSHunter
The tree of life
Soaks in the winds of sorrow
That whisper songs of woe
But nobody can hear it
No one could bear it
Expanding and contracting with each stiff breeze
Releasing punishing winds that dare seize
But with each breath, now short and alone
Construct wildfire all on its own

Grief and isolation
Spreading bushfires
Slowing burning down the branches
As we respire
What is left in our hollow trees
The severity of loss taking overwhelmingly
When all is lost, we are left with misery
The constant cycle of life
The suffering
My second piece of my B.O.W ..the lungs-the grief taking over a person can lead to death and what a horrible death it would be.
My cellphone get the kisses,
meant for my love so far away.
It's a long time till I'll see you,
but I'm still waiting for that day.
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