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 Sep 2013 JL
Gossamer
Seasons
 Sep 2013 JL
Gossamer
You've been this way for a while;
you know you have
I know you have.
It's like you're living in winter
whenever you're with her
and him
and all of them;
cold souls surround you
they're trying to drown you
in your own insecurities
I can see you shivering
but there's fire in your eyes
and baby, don't you know?
Flames will always melt ice.

And even if you're stuck in January,
I want you to come with me.

I wanna show you summer
I wanna show you fall
I wanna show you spring
I wanna show you everything;
what it's like to sing at the top of your lungs
and let your hair down because you're young
to love without any reasons;
I wanna show you the seasons.

It's been this way for a while;
you've been struggling
I've been noticing.
It's like a blizzard
at home
that settles down
when you're alone
until it hits you
that you're alone
to suffocate
because of your mistakes;
that smile is beautiful,
but I know it's fake.

And if you're stuck in December,
I want you to remember

I wanna show you summer
I wanna show you spring
I wanna show you fall
I wanna show you it all;
what it's like to crave somebody's skin
and not have to worry about where you've been
to love without any reasons;
I wanna show you the seasons

And when the snowflakes start falling
and nobody's calling
I hope you know
you can pick up the phone
because you're never alone.
 Sep 2013 JL
Stephanie Cynthia
I'll dream of thee again tonight
Under the dark, and the sweet red light
I'll write you a piece of poetry
About a tender love story

I'll dream of the charm of Sofia
And sing it in my cantata
I'll dance again, again, and again
'Till this night fades, and comes morning rain

And now please come, come, come and come to me
'Mongst the bushes, and the rainbow tree
In your fair shapes, that no eyes could see
And be by me, as long as you want to be.

Now talk to me, and not to her
Who has loved you, from the very first
Feed on my love, and not on hers
I will fill your heart's sweat and thirst

Come to me again, oh you sweet
Listen to my poetry's last bit
Oh I want you, and want you alone
I'll have you wholly on my own.

You are as charming as rainfalls
Sweet as whispers behind the walls
And your love be my eternal
You are undead, you are immortal.
 Sep 2013 JL
Jenna
like Esther.
 Sep 2013 JL
Jenna
The fig tree shrivels and bends under my weight.
My fingers move nimbly, but not enough --
for the branches I cling to are no more than ash,
and the gold in my pockets turn into stone.
My hands bare, scraped ******,
burnt red, cinder black.
The ground embraces me
like an old
friend.
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