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 Dec 2014 Mehma Kunwar
PhiWrit
I guess when you have nobody to fall on,
You run the other way.
When all your money is gone,
It's time to call it a day.
You called me a brother,
But were willing to throw me under.
Now to me you're just another,
Voice forgotten in the thunder.
To the brother in faith that tried to use me as a fall guy for a crime, I rebuke thee.
I’ve always been close with the snow,
since your funeral that one January.
I hadn’t really thought about why,
until I went to visit that place where
we scattered your ashes into the winds
of that blizzard in the dead of winter.
Your mother had said that the snowstorm
was the best time to let you go,
since you had always wanted to fly away.
I didn’t realize at the time I released
a fistful of your remains,
just how familiar the icy flakes felt against me.
The thing about the snow,
is that if you stand in it long enough,
you become so numb that it hurts.
You can’t feel your senses, only the winter’s cold.
And that’s as close as I’ve ever come to
explaining what it’s like being without you.
15.12.13
© J.E. DuPont
 Dec 2014 Mehma Kunwar
JD
So much happening
you look to the sky,
the wind blows
you float up high.
No control
you think you'll die,
for only a second
but then you realize,
not a moment passes
that struck you with fear.
opening up your mind,
to new ideas,
And when the moments right
you'll begin to fall
with one tumbling motion
and no remorse at all.
The ground will shake ,
and the wind shall  blow,
but all that matters,
is at least you know
*That sometimes you'll hit an all time low,
But it only leads you to where you need to go.
I Based this off a dream
 Dec 2014 Mehma Kunwar
Bluebird
Don't try to shape me with your mind,
because yesterday i was a bird.
Don't try to shape me with your mind,
i don't want to be you.
Don't try to shape me with your mind,
today i want to be shapeless,
And  If you don't try to shape me with your mind,
tommorrow i'll be something new.
 Dec 2014 Mehma Kunwar
David Moss
Fingers faintly falling

Slowly down a soft body

Like lonely leaves

Leaving Autumns fragile trees




Left

    

          Down
                        

                              Right



Left
          

           Down

                      

                              Right





Tickling against you

Floating before you

Ever so solemn

Softly





A shivering summertime feeling

We've fought off the winter we face

With warm wrapped naked revealing








You are a season

Of loving embrace
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