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 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
Shelving
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
I repeat his name until there is a proper place.
I place him neatly and linger just for a moment before I place the next one where he belongs.
Thinking once again
 Nov 2014 Love
Danielle Barlow
We are lost in a sea filled with black and white shadows,
and you and I wonder aimlessly; hand in hand.
In the midst of the world of gloom your eyes still manage to shine,
and my hand locked in yours is what is keeping me grounded.
As another blow lands on our earth we are knocked to our knees.
The air fills with the ash of our hope, and all of it is lost.
As you lie down on the ground in surrender I know it is over,
because if you give up I have no reason or desire to live.
It is in that moment that I know.
And there is not a question left in my mind.
*I love you
This is a continuation of my last poem.. This means a lot to me, and it's really all symbolic..
 Nov 2014 Love
Danielle Barlow
The anticipation, and the stress.
The waiting to be told.
The butterflies in your stomach.
The shaking hands.
The tripping over your words.
The feeling of all eyes on you.
The joy of theatre.
WAITING FOR THE CAST LIST IS HELL
 Nov 2014 Love
Danielle Barlow
How?
 Nov 2014 Love
Danielle Barlow
How did we go back so easily?
Back to everything we once were.
I think this is what I want,
but what I need is another thing entirely
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
I am a fugitive.
my thoughts are my crimes.
Silence is my punishment.
People who want to be cool and become "gay" just stop. be yourself. don't pretend to be someone you are not. trust me I know.
I don't want to only see things if they're popular...
So show me something else.
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
The moon wants solitude tonight.

It tugs the thick vapor layered veil over it's face.
But its tears seep, dampening the hills, trees, and earth.

Collectively, the tears coat the ruins of an ancient home.
Bent from it's foundation it's straining as a contortionist
Battered by neglection, it's body breaths with fluttering doors
but its soul is dead.
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
Untitled
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
A thousand sun's wavered in the wind
hanging on the tips of a tree's arm.
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
Thought
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
Poetry is the elixir I drain into the cracks of my broken self
to ensure security in a world where cold indifference is less expensive then a nod of acknowledgement.
 Nov 2014 Love
Francisco DH
I

The sun casted  an arm around her shoulder
A companion was he.
Left to tend distant matters
As she harvested Calla Lilies.


From the depths of dark petunias
Crept a ravenous wolf.
Malicious intent pulsed in his thoughts
As she harvested Calla Lilies.

With a forceful snag he took the Calla Lilies.
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