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 Jun 2017 Joy Ceye
Gabriel burnS
I am a snowman in spring
Hoping you’d keep
The lumps of coal,
The carrot nose,
The broom at least...
vanishing like the snow
 Jun 2017 Joy Ceye
Ryan Holden
You talk so lightly
Like fresh air in fog,
You were my vision
Through absolute blindness.

You were the world
That revolved around me,
You made me fill in gaps
That were missing inside.

You made me feel
Like nothing mattered,
When you had me,
If you'll have me.

But you made me crash
In the fog that I tried wandering,
You made the world crumble and fall
Beneath and above these walls.

You made me feel
Like nothing mattered,
But nothing did matter
Anymore when you left.

I'm still shaking and crawling
These walls that disappear
Around my feet and heart,
As I look below I see emptiness.

As I fall into a never ending drop
Of uncertainty I look back up
But hold my arms towards you
So you can catch me as I go.

But you only caught the fingertips,
Of my love.
A poem about feeling like you had somebody, but then you don't.
You lie,
You cheat,
Yet you are forgiven!

You break me,
You tear me,
Yet you are forgiven!

I hold my treasure,
My only truth,
My light and dark,
My rhythm and blues.

Your love and care,
You give to her,
Yet to me you give a glare.

My eyes are crying,
My heart's in pain,
My brain is fighting against your strain!

You've never been mine to own,
As I stare at your affection to her,
The jealousy takes control.

I run and run!
A long way to get down.

My feet move,
My heart dies,
My eyes blur.

Yet there's hope still within.
My love to you will never die.

As much as I'm hurt,
Broken and in pain.
I know for a fact,
That I'm alive.
And in love with the one
I can not have!
 Jun 2017 Joy Ceye
Brianne Rose
You'd know him if you saw him,
When he appears out of the air,

He could make you jump without even trying,
With his grin ever there,

If you ever meet him - You'll find him in a tree,
Smiling at everything - He never seems to care,

His body seems to come and go,
His head and smile still seen,

When he vanishes completely it's never for long,
His coat always soft, with a smooth and silky sheen,

That Cheshire cat - A crafty one he is,
He may talk in riddles - And always does he preen,

The cat that can best even the greatest Magicians each and every time,
Helps as he pleases and watches without a care for never a nickel or dime.
Third in the Wonderland Themed Poems.  Had these three sitting for a short while so I decided to type them up finally.
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