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Jessica Vogt Apr 2014
The longer
you're gone
the less
I remember
the more
I feel.
4-27-14
  Apr 2014 Jessica Vogt
E. E. Cummings
i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss
Jessica Vogt Apr 2014
I have met with Death, it showed no care for me:
It looked me face to face, but left me alone.
Suppose it knows Life's plan for me
And knows he cannot interfere...
Yet.
Life and I run away from him.
I antagonize it and Life challenges me.
And Death? He sits back watching the show.
When he comes for me, if it is before my beloved,
I will push and fight and kick and scream
And will not
go.
April 2014.
Jessica Vogt Apr 2014
The sky opened and swallowed me whole
With rain and rain and rain the more
And then I knew you cried for me.
I lift my face and arms to you;
The grief of your storm holds me,
And caresses so gently that I cry with you,
And cry and cry and cry all out.
April 2014
Jessica Vogt Apr 2014
Dance upon the ruin of my walls
They've fallen for you,
heart and soul they've fallen for you.
Don't you know how you change me?
Carefully you build me a low wall,
step over it, and enter
Welcoming yourself and
taking my trembling hands.
Don't you know how you ground me?
Embracing me in a robe of your arms
Sturdy as the earth under my feet.
You've pursued me to my hiding place
and discovered me there.
April 2014
Jessica Vogt Apr 2014
6
Sing that song you sing to me
Without words, no melody
Weaving, dancing, in and out
Reaching me without a doubt.
2013
Jessica Vogt Apr 2014
5
If my heart was a compass
it would point out;
not north or south
or east or west,
but always forward
and never backward.
Dec. 2013
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