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 Jan 2016 H J St
Caroline K
In seventh grade,
I wrote you a poem
of your missing pieces
to the family puzzle.

I wrote it on blank slates
of pale wrists
with red ink.
But not even words
upon my skin made
me exist.

I wanted you to cultivate
flowers in the cracks you created.
For many years
I watered and waited
to see seeds
turn to green.

Maybe you got lost
in the rain trying to find
the street name.
Excuses you made
never did make sense
to me.

Now I have learned your delicate dance,
I have observed
And have learned to spin
the last straws of patients
into gold.
Edited with Robert Shuman
 Mar 2014 H J St
Frieda P
I paused longingly
    in your haunting metaphors
in phases of moonglow's perceptions
under enticing whispers of glint'd skies,
          a calm filled of scorch'd shudders
   & twilight's blossomed delusions
       under the influence of divine cravings,
                 breaths of magnolia's sighs
   uttered in shades of nightfall,
         dreams aspiring of
               scented reminisces  
                                  to soar once more
 Nov 2013 H J St
Frieda P
Where is love laid to rest
when it takes that last breath

are there markers at a grave-site
or does it purely burn out
much like ashes of cremation
no bejeweled urn to possess

terminated last rites,

sacrificed primordial
spiritual strength for recovery

~Rest in Peace~

if you've faith enough
  to say 'AMEN'
 Nov 2013 H J St
Frieda P
I don't know how I got here, or where I'm going
Recordings process chants to where I've been
I'm broken but you can't fix me
I am not a project, I am flesh and heart
My soul's been tattered to the wind
Random and disjointed suits my mind
I used to think I was invincible, unbreakable
Now I'm lost in the muck and mire of past
Stay with me and don't judge
One foot in front of the other, stand by me
You instigate my fractured remains
Nothing good can come of it
Don't say what you don't mean
Barking habits that make me fall
I'll drag you down to my abyss
That phantasmagoria won't be pretty
Alas, then you'll have walked in my shoes
Tell me, how's your future looking now?
 Nov 2013 H J St
Frieda P
We take on the blame, we inherit the shame
wallowing in the aftermath of an apocalypse
proportions to take down the most resilient warrior
we fight to the death our right to a voice
trust is crushed beyond reparation
truth is heard in the distant by some
stark realities knock in darkness and light
sleep filled with the incoherent disgraces
seeped into the soul's consciousness'
assaulting all reason and sanity
sanctioned for self destruction
the shame that follows engulfs
innocence admonishes all evil
still stuck in the turmoil of self hatred
unjustly bestowed on the naive guiltless
shame's name branded on the psyche
slammed by the brick wall of inertia
sabotaged lives go astray and unfold
the real shame of it all is not ours to own
yet, life no longer flows naturally..............
 Nov 2013 H J St
Frieda P
Butterfly haunts me
flutters by in the dark of night
when the smoke cleared
all that was left was a still photograph
no breath to be had, no words to be spoken
perched upon my mind where no one can see
all the secrets that taunt me

Left behind in your spirit
like an erratic zephyr they twist my head
nothing sacred in how you fled the atmosphere
I oft wonder have you found that freedom
as you floated from this earth
markings on the sky of colorless clues  
the painted scenery still not clear
all that's left to do is exhale poetry
I lost my beloved sister to suicide, I think of her as a butterfly spirit on good days...
 Nov 2013 H J St
Maddie Lane
I am afraid.
Of what I don't know,
of the feelings I haven't felt,
and of the people that I've never met.

I am afraid.
There is evil everywhere.
Kindness is rare.
Even under my rooftop,
mercy is never shown.

I am afraid.
To hurt those who have hurt me.
To protect myself when necessary.
When do you deem an act as self defense?

I am afraid.
I have never lost anyone,
only emotionally, never physically.
Death touches everyone eventually.

I am unafraid.
I seek change as I venture into the unknown.
I plan only the basics of my future,
go into everything open minded,
hope that the right path is led to me.

I am still searching.
I am afraid.
Of finding nothing
and wandering aimlessly.
 Jul 2013 H J St
Powers
Colors
 Jul 2013 H J St
Powers
I want to be painted onto the canvas of your future
and carved into the floorboards of your past
my love for you is deeper than the Atlantic
and I am the tide
constantly returning to your shore line
no matter how many times I'm turned away.
I once asked my mother
what the most tragic love story was
and she said it was the story of the moon and the sun
Cursed to live apart for eternity
only meeting briefly
at dusk
but with that
comes the beauty of the sunset
and these bruises
they are proof that the color spectrum
Does not hold enough reds and blues
to paint my endless sea of love
On to the canvas of your future

— The End —