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Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.

The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.

The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
The chestnut husks.

A flash of lightning:
Into the gloom
Goes the heron's cry.
You
are the poem
I never knew
how to write
and this life
is the story
I have always
wanted to
tell
With some people
A moment becomes
A lifetime...

With some people
A moment
Not found
In a lifetime...
@~~~@~~~@~~~@



if stars are actually suns
why are they

so

*COLD?
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
October 4, 2014

A star-crossing
Is that place where
Trains of thought
Collide
Today, I am very not well.
I feel like there's a bell tolling in my head.
I don't want to get out of bed
My ears don't work
My mouth is dry
My back is old and bented
My stomach is churning
My throat is gurgling
My eyes are crusted with crap
A whisper's too loud
The toilet is full of carrots
(When did I eat carrots?)
My nose is running, I better go after it
I'm sniffing, I'm sicking, I'm chilled then hot
I'm telling you lot, I'm very not well
I'm glad I have no sense of smell
What's in the bucket, looks like it might have rights
I'm telling you lot I'm very not well.
© JLB
04/10/2014
12:33 BST
The beauty I saw in your eyes,  
         Peering into your soul.
It's depths astounded me,
     your poetry amazed me,
Another half to broken pieces made whole.
Yet the pain I saw eluded me,
          it baffled me
   how you could be that sad...
I remember this dream I had,
Where you were in complete despair,
     crying in a corner,
             Tears blood red
I can't remember exactly what you said,
     but it crushed me.
           The next day,
while you were smiling and joking around,
I tried to glimpse deep in your eyes,
          what I found?
Stunned me to tears, after all these years,
          how could I not see?
I think you were about to ask me what was wrong,
            But you realized I discovered what you'd been hiding all along.
I didn't know what to say,
          or how to speak...
Then I saw a grin start to form in the dimple on your cheek.
         You'd fooled me, arrogantly tricked me,
You pulled up your sleeve and grabbed a knife,
              Started slicing away just to torture me,
          Slowly ending my life.
~                
Putting sound                  
into the world
of          
         poetry

Hoping              
I'm  
*heard
Every poets dream and nightmare...
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