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 Oct 2015 JD
A Yellow Domino
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 Oct 2015 JD
A Yellow Domino
i. the black hole

stars
they too fell
beautifully warped
frighteningly dark

nothing matters
time ceases

it's empty
there's only gravity
(and you)

you're trapped.

ii.the event horizon

point of no return

destruction-mode: activated

every inch
every ounce
torn apart

b                                            y            ­                                  i
                      t      ­                                         b
         i                         b                                                                ­            t

you're gone.

iii. the singularity*

beyond
another galaxy awaits
now
go forth

weightless
fearless*

you're infinite.
three stages of destruction according to black holes: first, we learn about this black hole and the loneliness and darkness that entails. then, we are destroyed. lastly, we don't even know what has become of us. but what we know is that we're different. and there are infinite possibilities of what will become of us. and only then, can we turn into something better.

moral of the story: we need to let go
the moon glows brightly
her corners smudged
at the edges,

night drinks from a holy well,
a cavernous black sinks
into the dark lakes of the skies,

sinks further and further
autumn is awakening
loosening her hair
that falls in a golden net,

the first leaves crackle
in smokey knots,

sink beneath
the honeys of an
autumn sky,

lost in the woods
that start to trickle in a
stream of fiery gold
from branch to floor,
where the stars
still sing of the last spells
of summer.
 Oct 2015 JD
JDK
Hand Me That Shovel
 Oct 2015 JD
JDK
I had a dream that you Snapchatted me.
When I woke up the next morning,
I had the hardest time determining whether or not it had actually happened.
What was it that I opened?
Caught between too convincing possibilities.
Still, I miss the dreams where we used to transcend reality.
What ever happened to them?
Did they get buried beneath our physical limitations?
Did we get so caught up in our own problems to the point where fantasy became too outlandish,
even in sleep?

**** that.

I'll dig them back up -
No matter how deep.
This ain't no cemetery.
 Oct 2015 JD
Winter Allen Jane
You used to look at me with ur heart
And you would fill mine with joy
Eventually your heart grew cold
And i would feel myself getting paralyzed
In the frost
And you left me behind

Where did you go
Our happy days seem so long ago
Yet we're still sleeping in the same sheets
Yet i still smoke to eliminate stress
But it's only a timekiller

It's just a waste. waste. waste.
I should walk away
But if you call for me
You know i'll come
But you're already gone
Just fearing one day soon
You'll be gone forever
And i'll sit there in silence
Smoking my last cigarettes
 Feb 2015 JD
Inked Papers
He fell,
She fell,
They're a bit unwell.

He loved,
She sobbed,
Hearts are throbbed.

He left,
She wept,
Hopes are swept.

He fell,
She fell,
Like a glass

He loved,
She loved,
Shattered

He left,
She wept,
*and it never ended.
I **** at rhyming. Sorry.
I think I murdered the lyric poetry.
 Feb 2015 JD
RH 78
Young love.
Raging passion.
Jealous eyes.
Immature reasons.
Resentment.
Distance
Separation.
Move on.
 Feb 2015 JD
susan
thoughts
 Feb 2015 JD
susan
all it took
was one look
   and i was yours

the years
   so many
blur into one

a solid sadness
grips my heart

but a smile
taps my soul
   for i did love you

yes, i did love you.
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