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Playing the game of love
It's like driving a car
And racing in the night
Where if you lose control
You're only crash and burn



Copyright 2016
 Aug 2016 Keah Jones
aj
void
 Aug 2016 Keah Jones
aj
i
break

i am the ash of a holiday fire
in a house
not a home

the wind whisks me away and
the remnants of my essence
sit crying
by the void

sobbing to black mirrors and shadows
in plain daylight

my eyes no longer see clearly
the emptiness is all i hear

the sound of a door closing
leaving a life i
never wanted anyway
8 of 12
 Aug 2016 Keah Jones
Joy
I guess I'm scared because
When you hear my voice
You don't hear wedding bells calling,
Only empty howls for naked nights.
August, 2016
 Aug 2016 Keah Jones
Corvus
It's OK not to be inspired.
You can look at a sunset
Without seeing the colours as smudges of chalk
On the divine, stretched-out canvas of sky.
And you don't have to write everything down,
Because not everything has to be permanent.
Some things only last for as long as you remember them,
And it doesn't make them any less special
Just because they weren't written down or spoken life into.
Existing is art, and creating something
That no-one ever gets to hear is still art.
You're a poet even when you're not rushing to your notebook
Before the words fall through your fingers, slippery with desperation,
Motivation, inspiration for the next poem.
So slow down, because if you forget your masterpiece
Because you were enjoying a careless moment of misplaced inspiration,
Who cares? Even if no-one saw it, you know you created an awesome poem.
Yes, I did write a poem about how people don't have to always write poems.
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