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 Nov 2014 ZA
Pdub
Friendly Foe
 Nov 2014 ZA
Pdub
You entered my life as a friend
And will leave as a foe...
Because friends once in love
Can't be friends. So—

I'll start again, and meet someone new.
An old way to distract,
from the foe I once knew.
Yet you'll always be there,
Distant, from me.
Until you realize
I'm the piece you need.
I will never meet another's arms I fit in so well. That, that alone, I will miss.
 Nov 2014 ZA
Ashley Browne
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
 Nov 2014 ZA
Pdub
I'm not afraid of love
Or to love.
I'm not afraid of loneliness
Or being alone.
I'm only saddened by my happiness.
For it, it alone,
Is forever fleeting.
 Nov 2014 ZA
rufus
For The Poet
 Nov 2014 ZA
rufus
This is for the poet
the sunshine woke up today
for the poet who loves
reading two books in a day
for the poet who should
be followed, come what may

for the poet who could
see me in the dark

This is for the poet
who dreams of a quiet place
for the poet who searches
eternally for infinite solace
for the poet who looks
for a soul and stays

for the poet who could
be with me in the dark

This for the poet
who can't be beaten down
for the poet undaunted
by the laws of the crowd
for the poet who sees
through all the thick clouds

for the poet who could
save me from the dark

This is for the poet
the moon will sing goodnight
for the poet who saves
her last breath for the stars
for the poet my heart
belongs to from the start

for the poet who could
love me in the dark
 Nov 2014 ZA
WanderLust
"We are the Galaxy looking at ourselves,"
At least that's what I've been told.
Stars as bright as the sun, now rest in our very souls.

But whenever I say things things, she doesn't seem to believe me
She's lost on her own fixation, dead set on what is reality.

She will never understand how the sun is in her eyes,
Or how she can draw people in, like the moon controlling the tides.
A true star in its purest form, growing every day,
But she says she wants to leave this earth, that no one cares of her stay.

But I asked if she knew what happens when a star disappears,
And it never really does, it's light remains for years.
But it's leave is not beautiful, it's not peaceful at all,
It actually creates a supermassive black hole.
It's dark, and dim, and just a sad little place.
It creates such sadness, even the surrounding stars light deplate.

I said, "that would be us if you left our life,
Your apart of our galaxy, aligning the planets just right."
To those who feel unaccepted and disconnected from the rest
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