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 May 2016 PaintItGrey
Torin
Toes
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
Torin
More stars in the sky
Than all the grains of sand
On all of the beaches
In all the world
Hourglasses are not a way of telling time
But you tip toe through the cosmos of my mind
You use the stars as stairs
You step with sweet feet
And sultry toes

The sand in your shoes
The sand in your hair
I am the sand
You make me a castle
I love the way you dig your toes into me
Your barefooted passion I feel so deeply
I love everything about you
Your feet walking through me
Your beautiful toes
Inspired by a comment Sydney Rivers left on my poem 'shoes'.

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1640798/shoes/

Seemed like a challenging write, I can never refuse a challenge
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
ryn
The hours disappear instantly like blown out
flames off weary candles.
But time is no match for such raging hearts.

We would still hold up the receding
indigo ceiling above us.
We would prop up the sullen moon to stave
off the dawning day.
We will clutch the dwindling stars
and hug them close to our chests.

Because we know the words too well.
Words we simply couldn't cage except to say that...

We are not yet ready to leave
but we look forward to
diving headlong into
the inevitable restart.


Just so the day could grant us a
slate brand new.
Just so that come night,
we could begin all over again.
You carried me for nine months
inside of your womb
It wasn't an easy pregnancy
of this you may presume

Thank you for changing me
when my diapers were soiled
and for the time you spent holding me
All the time you toiled

When it was time for me to go to school
I really screamed and cried
It's because I love you
I didn't want to leave your side

Then when I became a teen
I seemed to find trouble
But you never let it get to me
protected by your bubble

I went and joined the army
on this you would cry
I told you not to worry
You were afraid that I would die

After I got married
what a grandmother you would make
But for you the Lord had other plans
Up to heaven He would take

The pain has lessened
slowly through the years
All except Mothers Day
That's a day filled with tears
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
Darren
You listen for summer
as if it were a secret salvation
to awaken us from this slumber,
free us from overcoming desperation.

Yet our ******* is too strong,
our words cannot be undone.
We knew we did not belong
there is nothing left to become

Why then, should we not run?
What is left but hopeless pain?
Perhaps our damnation has already begun
Left to darkness everlasting reign.
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