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Michael Hill May 2016
looking at this painting of the woman crying tears
i see a flowing river as flowers begin to appear
but the colors are not beautiful they are all black and white
as soon as they appear they turn to burn and are gone for my sight
as i follow this river it gets deeper and deeper as i go
the water just keeps going with no place to go
as i near the end the water runs faster
as it turns to a river then a flood
my body slips as i fall straight in
i sink i am no more
the water stops it gone no sight
the painting stops crying tears
the room is silent the light goes out
nothing it what it seems to appear
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Michael Hill May 2016
The mind is a remote control
Always changing what people might do
For some can over ride it
Others give in to soon
If you had a choice to change or take a different path
Would you walk away or give in to take the second chance
Michael Hill May 2016
your eyes are weak and heavy
It's time to lay you head
Don't think about tomorrow
just get rested instead
now go to sleep young lady
you have done enough today
i will take the weight off your shoulders
so you can rest easy again
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Michael Hill May 2016
Bad dream
have you ever dreamt something so scary it makes you unable to close eyes or causes you to sweat or had an expereince like as you open your eyes and look around you see something or someone and all you can do is breathe  heavy  unable to move any part of your body as you see what ever it is coming closer until you break out of your frozen state and when you do what ever you saw was gone or wasn't even really there
have you ever had it so bad that in order to be able to sleep but not dream would be do drink until you were so drunk you passed out or had to by some sleeping pills or to see a psychiatrist to help you get over what ever is making you have these nightmares
but then there are some things that can't be fixed or cured that you just have to live with
like my mother who will never sleep a pleasant
Michael Hill May 2016
Inside these blue doors lives a woman so old
no one in this world has ever seen her face
She hides in this room filled with paintings of what she had looked like so many years ago
The walls are painted black there are no lights there are no mirrors
Just a fire place in the living room where she spends most of her years
The bike that sits just out side the door is used by the boys when ever she needs things from the store
It may surprise you that she doesn't have a wrinkle she looks like she only 20 years old
She falls asleep on the couch and drops a book on the floor on the page that is opened to a woman form 1516
Her long blonde hair and a sea blue dress and dimiand green shoes with a Flower top hat
On the front of the book it says who I am and who I've become yet going Through the pages it the same woman on everyone
How it is possible this woman 500 years old but looks only as if she has aged many years old
This house looks like it is about as old as her
It might be keeping her beauty from escaping from her
Now we must end and leave this house alone
For inside these blue doors is a woman 500 yeas old
Michael Hill May 2016
my twin and I can never be part
for we cannot forget we have a beating heart
when ever we go our separate ways
we are only gone we for a few short days
every time we get hurt we can feel each others pain
but our love for each other will always remain the same
as we look into each others eyes
it's as if we see our future rolling on bye
we made a pat that if we ever fall in love
that he would have to go and marry us both
for we are the same in body in mind and heart
that we will not let love ever tear us apart
for we since we are twins we will have the same true love
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