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their
forms
like
wax
melted
in
white
smears
down
their
vase

star­s
abandon
them

their
moon
eclipsed

beautiful
still
the
sun
whic­h
once
sustained
them
is
now
their
sworn
enemy

and
their
cloying­
scent
fills
only
the
nostrils
of

the

dead



SoulSurvivor
(C­) 1/31/2016
I have to throw away the flowers
I received on my birthday

They aren't white lillies
but the sunlight coming through
the window highlights them
and gave me inspiration
My life was hot and heavy,
It was slow and calm,
There was no cool breeze,
It was time for a storm,

I could see how fast you were coming,
The cold front in the bay,
You flew over the hills and valleys,
Nothing could get in your way,

Bringing a few rain drops with the cool air,
You were a welcomed break,
But I never would have gueased,
That you my very core could shake,

I heard the thunder over the horizon,
As the drops their numbers maintain,
Haulting my joyous *****,
Thoughout the falling rain,

Before I could get to cover,
The storm has larger grown,
And hail begins to fall,
But not your full potential shown,

Hiding under anything I can find,
You rip the sky appart,
Then a bolt of lightning,
Strikes directly on my heart,

Engulfed by your storm,
I cannot find my way out,
And shocked by your lightning,
My heart has no more doubt,

I love the thrill of thunder,
But never can I be,
Closer to my true love,
Without the sting of thee,
I'm too simple, as a stone,
***** and accidentally cast
like anything from my hands,
So easily dropping and lone.

So detached, millions miles away
where I collected shifting dreams
I don't expect you to understand.
Lows to forgive and highs to save,
Either I belong among mood swings.

Only turning the tide it could shut the door
so why this shiver down my spine?
I'm used to overthink, what's that for?
Bad habits ain't go rubbing my eyes,
like a cruel crack in my lips, though,
It hurt almost any time I got to smile.

Truth is I can't stand my days,
fool geometry of no tomorrow,
unsteady, lying under the waves
and no more than low or narrow
my body hadn't but should find that place.

As hollow as a hurricane
that must pass through but be mindful,
when feelings rise up their head
before winter wind they turn into blue,
like a runaway horse put at bay
as for now just biting dust and dew.

Stop me or ride on, just take my hand...
Slow burn, simply starting from the end.
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