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Joanna Grace Feb 2014
you are stripes of blue and yellow
the most comforting happy colors

you are shifting sandpaper hands
grains itching to hold melancholy melodies

you are thunderous shouts
contained in a small ribboned mason jar

you are moonlit walks
pondering the dark and hoping for the light

you are tangled tree limbs
supporting all invited to climb

you are i'm sorry and thank you and please
habits of manners hanging from your neck

you are heat
without the fear of a burn
Joanna Grace Feb 2014
silent silver air
funnels in and out of my ears
the light bright world
makes me doubt the color of my eyes
ice clear teeth
spaced with room for hot air
my eyelids cannot close
for the brightness lies within my skull

lightheaded

the cold will shrink me until i don't exist
Joanna Grace Jan 2014
Once you have had a taste a perfection nothing else can compare
I don’t know of a constant love
Its only going to keep getting colder
To control our emotions is the unachievable goal
The potential haunts me
Don’t allow yourself to be a timer
Joanna Grace Jan 2014
Thinking about the dead makes me feel so alive
The world filled with ashes
We return them to the ground
To be the dirt humanity uses
Every man plays his part in the end

Useful on earth

Useful in earth
Joanna Grace Jan 2014
i see them embrace
crying
heaving

but i can only thank the moon
for letting me witness this moment

only wanting to hear more
their advice is my will to live

but i can only thank my ears
for letting me hear their lectures

I smell the distinct smell
cold wet grass
and broken teenage hearts

i don't want to thank my nose
because this brings melancholy
but i thank it anyway
because all senses disturbed
build character, right?
  
I feel the warmth of youthful years
slowly freeze over
once these precious frozen memories melt
they evaporate into the present
never to be seen again

so i thank my eyes
for not letting me hold back the pain
i want the world to see
how much i feel
how much i notice
I am one big collage of emotions
now lets put it on display
Joanna Grace Jan 2014
he moves my mind
in contrasting circles
in all shapes and sizes
my thoughts twirls away
and together again

like the most pleasant way to drown
he drags me under the water
and the feel of his heart lets me know
these choppy waves are actually a best friend
Joanna Grace Jan 2014
We are controlled by
The Lights

The City
filled with potential radiation
these lights point us in the direction  
of our sins we won't regret

The Country
star lights blaze through our minds
night after sleepless night
waking us from our drunken slumber
reminding us of the purity we once had
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