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All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.
 Jan 2015 Jon Shierling
Carolin
Underneath her skin and inside
her bone marrow he wants to live.
Between the lips of her mouth and
in the cage of her ribs he wants to
climb and rest within. In her veins
he wishes to swim. “Let me sway
with you girl and I’ll show you around
the world” he said. The chaps on her
bruised lips that looked as red as a
sheppard’s warning healed and closed
the minute hers met his. No stitches could
have ever fixed this. He planted dandelions
and sweet wishes between the fragments of
her broken bones with nothing but his fingertips.
“Were you ever told that your voice tastes like
white honey and sounds better than the birds
and the bees chirping and buzzing up high in these
gardens trees” he said. Pack your bags and go on a
road trip for I will show that you hold more beauty
than all the oceans and mermaids that exist on any
map. Let me whisper fairy tales in your ear and give
you soft kisses all over your chest. Maybe I’ll start with
your neck and make it down to your toes. You might
get lucky and find my poems run down your arms ,
back and thighs. “I believe my love can mend the broken
, the lost and bent” was all he said when he lent towards
her and placed a kiss on her forehead* ~
 Jan 2015 Jon Shierling
ryn
Quill
 Jan 2015 Jon Shierling
ryn
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•      
be     
-hold    
    my  sole    
     prized instru-
       ment of choice•
         let it bear the wei-
           ght of my unspoken
           voice•in the dead of
             the silent night•i'll let
               loose my heart so it co-
                uld take flight•consoli-
                  dating all that i think•
                   and...converting them
                     into the blackest ink•
                       only then freely......it
                          would spill•down
                                   the stem and
                                         to the nib
                                            of my
                                               fea
                                                the
         ­                                        red
                                                  qui
       ­                                               ll
               ­                                         •
(            
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\/
/\
/   \

                                               fly bird fly !

••

above the sadness

I

Promise always to be here !



Come

Let us guide

The poor child

Home

••

We can only do one thing

//

We are simple creatures

( we can only do one thing )
 Jan 2015 Jon Shierling
AJ
the pills made me feel something when the boys didn't.
I had started taking mouthfuls of migraine medication to make my body slow down that now if I take it normally to make headaches go away, everything becomes double and I'm ill.
I'm  not the kind of girl you say babe to.
Or the one you call beautiful
Or seek to entice.
I'm the one your curled up with in an airport,
Four days before.

I'm not the kind of girl you ask out and post on facebook.
Or worry about from miles away.
I am the hidden kind of girl,
Held in darkness,
But not with hands.

I'm not the kind of girl you move across a country for.
Or you dress up nice and take to parties.
I'm the fierce kind of girl
Who has your unwanted secret
Hidden beneath layers of flesh.

I'm not the kind of girl who doesn't notice your lies.
Or your eyes
Or your ways of showing me I'm not the kind of girl.
But I am the awful kind of girl
Who ignores it.

I am the kind of girl who will share your bed,
And do your laundry.
Agree we are together but always wonder
Why together feels so much lonelier
Then I remember.
the lines on the paper i'm writing on are becoming
so blurred
and i don't exactly remember what this
was even about in the
first place
all i know is that i had woken up at
3 a.m. and i tried to sleep but i couldn't because
you voice was clear as day inside my head and
it was driving me insane and now
here i am
writing about my sorrows
with green day on the radio and
that was your favorite band and oh ****,
now i'm thinking about you again
this always happens
god, what happened to me?
i used to be happy believe it or not
but now i'm pathetic,
now i stay up in my bedroom listening to old records
and crying all because of you
and even though i can't exactly blame you
i will say this:
you crashed through my like a tornado would
into a city; you give me the world and then turned me
upside down whilst i was still dangling
you were one of those hurricanes every one is afraid of
and yet somehow in awe of;
you felt me in the eye of a hurricane
and i am still drowning
this is very bad. i am sorry.
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