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Where are you sun?
Where have you gone?
In summer months you shone so strong.
I long for a beach, a warm summers day
In which there is laughter and everyone’s gay.
Rather than this wintery grey
That blankets the world in a sense of dismay.
Everything's a shade of grey
And I don’t feel okay.
It's beautiful.

How the wave kisses the rocky shoreline
begging to stay before it retreats to the sea.
How the moon kisses the cheek of the sun
waiting patiently for the next eclipse.  
How the raindrop kisses the withered leaf
filling its veins with hope before it falls to the soil.

You hear about the kiss of death,
But never the kiss of life.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Andy Cave
Close your eyes and listen to the beating of your heart.
Listen as it tries to escape,
escape from the cage from which you've kept it.
Let it escape,
let loose your love again.
Breathe in and feel,
feel as you should have felt all along.
Feel the happiness you've hidden away
and release the pain,
the pain that has imprisoned you.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Andy Cave
Cold blooded fiend
holding a gun
shots start flying
people run
two people killed
in this Oregon mall
such a tragic event
that made our tears fall.
Such a tragic event happened that saw two innocent people fall at the hands of a crazed individual. Rest in Peace Steve Mathew Forsyth and Cindy Ann Yuille. You two will be missed.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Andy Cave
Words can't express the anger I feel
towards this sick, sick man.
How can you **** a child?
What drove you to end the lives
of twenty children?
This whole nation would love a chance
to have gotten their hands on you
before you yourself died.
The things someone would do to you
for taking away their child.
If there is a hell
I hope to god you suffer
forever
and ever
you sick
sick
man.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Andy Cave
Anger has consumed me
a hate for all the violence
a hate for all the bloodshed
a hate for all the crime
a hate for those who hurt others.
Anger
has
consumed
my
heart.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Andy Cave
Some say words don't hurt
but that's a lie
they hurt more than you know.
So many people around the world
are hurt by words
are tormented by words.
Words that cut deeper than any blade
and leave scars that time
may never heal.
More of a rant than a poem but I felt like sharing it anyway.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Andy Cave
Well the twenty first has finally arrived
yet I'm still writing, very much alive.
The mayan's were wrong
doomsday is not here
so enjoy your day
and have an ice cold
beer.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Andy Cave
I feel so alone
as I lie in this bed
an empty shell
of a heart now dead.
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