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Sep 5 Valentine

John Edward Smallshaw

Disjoint

If forever is the distance between now and never how long will it take to get there?

some things are intolerable
some are unsolvable
most are not.

I was looking out of the corner of my eye to see if I could see around it and catch my ear blushing but I couldn't,
but one has to try
even if it sounds crazy.

She was right,
I'm still awake and it's still night,

years ago my Dad said that if I swallowed apple pips trees would grow in my stomach, I swallowed them anyway and no trees ever grew, I think Dad knew that and was kidding me.

Sep 5 Valentine

illusory

Sep 5 Valentine

August

illusory

in my dreams and idle violence
I imagine that I’m loved and lovely,
that she rests upon my chest in silence,
her breath testing the finiteness
of my heart that ticks defiantly.

so tricky are these fickle dreams,
I hear no real beat beneath my bones.
where the river goes, so do the boats,
and daylight has decreed
that we are gone the way of ghosts.

Sep 4 Valentine

everything goes

Sep 4 Valentine

Viktoriia

everything goes

everything goes if we just let it,
even our universe.
when the light at the edge of it dies out,
as if watching a guillotine strike down,
and a glimpse of a memory, elsewhere,
so far from all we've ever known,
feels like home.
but the dawn is already bleeding red
and the answers have all but disappeared,
and this fleeting moment is all we have
before the last shadow falls;
everything goes.

#life #death #people #world #existence #time #space

Sep 4 Valentine

Untitled

Sep 4 Valentine

Olivia

Untitled

Dawn is blazing
the world is still
this is
the time before times.
Watch the sun kiss
the moon goodbye.

Sep 4 Valentine

Rain

Sep 4 Valentine

PuellaGratiae

Rain

Rain falls when
The clouds get heavy. I
Walk with my umbrella, which the wind turned
Inside out. Droplets fall around
My head, and I
Remember when I was a child and got
To play in the puddles. Then I became sick
And cuddled in blankets. Mother puts a hand to
My forehead and smiles at my
Sneeze. I drink hot soup, which warms my stomach.
Now I wetly plod along, and
My soul smiles as I
Recall the rubber ball that I threw
So high it seemed to touch the rainbow that arced down.

#goldenshovelpoetry #shelsilverstein #fallingup