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cj Dec 2017
and just like the young and foolish icarus
we, too, had the confidence
of the wings that gives us flight
and we, too, have soared the same sky as he did
and failed to reach our ******
for the sun, with its radiance
burneth the wings we have made for us
and plummet us into an ocean
the never-ending abyss of blue
and the inevitable void
  Oct 2017 cj
Jayme M Yaroch
Here!  Take this stick
They are coming for you
This is the fight of your life
you versus the lions
with naught but a stick in your hands
the distant roars a constant reminder
of the shadows in your memories
you cannot cry out for help
with an elephant on your chest
you can't even turn away
From the trainwreck of your life
drugged in a chemical cocktail
that your genes made for you
forced into your system
by little sensitive triggers
or really nothing much at all
a roller coaster you never wanted on
buckled in and you can't get out
you can't get out
you cant' escape the darkness
that closes in on your vision
or the racing of your heart
hammering and fluttering all at once
terrified that this is how you die
while also kind of excited
knowing that you are dead anyway
what is one day sooner?
it would be so easy
just a little slip and a bit of blood
or a quick trigger and a bullet
the brainpan goes squish
it would be so easy
to drop this stick and fall upon it
like some old fashiioned tale
I wish I could help you
to tell you that stick is really a wand
and you are capable of magic
with a flick of the wrist
you can start to change it all
that the lions are real
but they are very slow
with gums instead of teeth
that these shadows are only there
because you did not add light
they will recede and never leave
but they also won't have control
I wish I could help you
but all I can do
is remind you that what you hold
is not just a stick
and that you are not just sick
you are not your condition
but made of starstuff and determination
that you once had dreams too
and how much I love
the legacy of your heart
written in your eyes
pain and joy and compassion
I wish I could tell you that I too
learned to use that magic
that my lions became kittens
soft and sweet with just a little bite
and my shadows became shade
that I rest under when the world is too much
because it always will get that way
you will have good days
and bad days
and both are ok
it's not easy to wave that stick
it's not easy to roar back at the dark
this is the fight of your life
but you, and your life
are worth every swing
because you are perfect
and kind
and made of magic.
  Oct 2017 cj
Donna
Just like the warm sun
or pouring rain , poetry
is all we weather
  Oct 2017 cj
Jeremy Bean
I don't get angry with the sun
For being what it is
Or doing what it does
When my skin burns
From overexposure
I just become disappointed
With myself
You were no different
I just wanted you to be
cj Oct 2017
and in the moment the cold breeze hit my face
it spoke to me.

i missed the blue sky with the clouds that watched over us
i missed the green of the grass in the park where we used to play
i missed the bikes we rode
i missed the sidewalks we ran as if we owned it

i missed the stories we made
the ones where we were the protagonists of our own adventures
remember those?
we used to be soldiers in the field
then we became time travelers
we even sailed in places no one knows
we were the giants of our land

everything was happy
everything was glorious
it was worth being sentimental
it was worth missing a place i never knew

*why does fiction taste better than reality?
  Sep 2017 cj
Cné
Shall we dance to melodies
that only we can hear?
Shall we kiss in arbors green
when no one else is near?

Shall we catch a rainbow
when the storm has passed us by?
Shall we share a dream of clouds
and sail upon the sky?

Shall we listen to the leaves
'neath melancholy trees
That watch us as we use their shade
to just enjoy the breeze?

Shall we look back on the years
and sigh with mild regret
Or look toward the laughter
in the years that we have yet?

Shall we try to count the stars
that wheel above our head?
Or shall we find our sweet repose
together in our bed?

Shall we discover all the things
we've never lost?
Shall we risk our everything
and never count the cost?

Shall we count the petals
in a game of "Love's me not"?
What a waste of time is that
for answers never sought.

For I will love you, rest assure  
and if you did not know
My love for you is in all things
and it can only grow.
I live in love
cj Sep 2017
i, a soul
a lonely immortal soul

was once an epitome of purity
an embodiment of the good
my vessel took care of me
fed me with holy food

as the vessel died
my travel began
into another vessel
i enter thee

he took care of his fleshly appetite
and took a bite of forbidden fruits
let the vessel die at 23
left me unclean like his coffin

now i live in bad karma
from the past i've done
immortality ****** when suffering begun
found this old poem i wrote last year. deleted most of my poems but this one somehow got safe.
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