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I was driving home last eve
She said,"Ma! Look! Tee hee! They
love
each other!"
To the left of the single lane,
in the tall golden hay,
sat a couple
She sat with her back to him,
between his legs
He, held her in his arms
as the sun sliced the sky
I stopped,
right on the road
Honey suckle blowing in the late breeze
I watched them,
We watched them
for just a bit
They loved each other

And all I wanted
was to be the honeysuckle
Oh wow! The daily! Thank you! I love you all<3<3
i
hold
my
breath
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of
butterflies
escape
my

ribcage


[10W]
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/2/2017
inspire

from Latin

in - into
spirare - breathe

literally to breathe in
I sit in a constant state of drunken stupor
Watching the celestial gloaming of blooming eternity
Haunting the dead with songs of the living
And I am neither nor,
I mourn for heart beats lost to clocks
There is no keeping up for me
Time evades
Still
And stolen
Dried flower blooms long ago gone grey and colourless
mark calender pages and  birthdays never known~A
I'm in love with you. I've gone bat **** crazy and that's ok. I quit my country club job and my escort job. Bet not many of you knew what I was. It matters not. Stella is well. She finally stopped crying for her absent father. And for the first time in my odd and long life, I smile once in a while;)
Oh, and I still can't sleep.
I found the end of everything
In shadows on my wall
From gardens full of sinking ships
Beneath the concrete sprawl

Betwixt the roots and little cracks
Which seep into our minds
They skip and skitter, sparkle, quiver
Ever onward, ever blind

Summoned by their ancient edict
Comes the battle stars of old
Through the ranks of bloodless soldiers
Seeking out unholy gold

In the night I hear their whispers
Filter through the golden trees
“Come away and come away”
“To distant shores and silver seas”

And kindling forgetfulness
My consciousness unfurls
Into blurry luminescence
As the daybreak chorus swirls
 Jun 2017 Olivia A Keaton
Donna
Gentle tender night
Blows soft endearing kisses
Making daylight blush
Sleep eludes this stricken soul
as prettily wrapped death,
escapes the weary

Nay, for lying so still as one lacking breath,
searching for darkened hearts to fill the depths,

Void, as the empty ticking of stopped clocks,
hour glasses with nary a care for counting,
having traded sand for eternity

The search of the weary for unattainable rest and reassurance of eternity's kiss,
waits with slit smiles for the restless ******.
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