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  Sep 2015 MsAmendable
Helen
Under the tree I stare silently
at the waste my angst would cause
I’m left breathless without the words
that leaves my thoughts without pause

Beneath the breeze that would seize
my sigh that bathes a mountainous landscape
I’m left reeling beneath leaves that dance a tune
while their own seasons allow their very own escape

Of Earth and Wind and Sunsets Fire
I’m writhing inside an unearthly desire
to wait for your presence. I remain true
I’ll sit ( and contemplate) and wait for tomorrow
if it is with you

I could take the walk without the talk
and leave all impressions in the dust

... unless I’m desperately alone

Between me
and the tree
One is real
the other
I trust
The Lost Collection ~Sept 12th 2011~
MsAmendable Sep 2015
Don't get lost in my eyes
I don't want you there,
Don't steal a kiss
It's mine, and wouldn't be fair,
And don't you dare take my heart,
It would be foolish to start
And then would just hurt
In a hole filled with air
And then I'd be empty
And you wouldn't care
So stay out of my head,
**I don't want you there
In empty pages and stark contrast the storm chased away the weak now alone I stand.
The hero a pawn truth cast aside for others cause .
We embrace solutions where  no problems exist.

May the colors run red from forgotten cause and history be erased for the sake of all that must be forever mundane.

I wish only to drag you to the depths and leave you to linger where nothing but a child's logic can remain
In spider webs we threw are thoughts now tangled the words left to wither in passing days.

May we dance in empty halls to illuminate the shadows and create the ghosts for others to place there hopes of what never shall be again.

To silence the voice is but closing the chapter  to spite the clear view .
Nothing stands a statue for the promise of tomorrows decay and the ******* will parade there ignorance as the simple minded spread a plague to which we are losing this battle.

I write for no one to read and all to judge.
Where's the laughter now the jester  is asked in ruins of a kingdom now simply reduced to ruble.

I remember what you will never taste and you may judge but waters tasted pure beats the stolen verses and burrowed lines of a time I no longer care to understand.


And Time passed me as it will pass you just the same .

May the silence remind you of that which never was to be.

We all will know this place someday.
MsAmendable Sep 2015
What beauty today
In a land such as this,
Spinning blue skies
Dizzy from twirling leaves,
Stars in the water
Shining like sunken treasure,
Loose trees shifting
And dripping warm sun down their backs,
And everything, everything alive.
What beauty today,
In this land
  Sep 2015 MsAmendable
Emily Pidduck
When her pencil flows
there is a light in her eyes where I have only seen sadness
Through her high and lows
she creates masterpiece after masterpiece from the badness
And in my darkness she glows
but her breathing comes to breathless
she believed the beast was there
until that glow
broke down to helpless
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