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  Feb 2017 elizabeth
Star Gazer
I do not love you as if you were oceans, or aquamarine,
Or the ice cubes that lay to melt as time passes.
I love you as precious petals are to be adorned,
by the stem, in between the Earth and the skies.

I love you as the stars visible in the day
but kept to say all the silent beauty of the night;
thanks to your love for the lit path guidance,
illuminated by a livid canvas, yet alive in my heart.

I love you simply because it is impossible not to,
I love you with every part of my cells and molecules,
so I love you because I can't not love you.

then know; if I live on with every breath, so do you
In my thoughts, my memories and heart,
In my thoughts, you spun the strings of my heart
  Feb 2017 elizabeth
Gregory Dun Aer
In the night
I learn to cry
"this life is crazy"

In the light
I hear a cry
"why won't someone save me?"

We found safety in each other's arms,
but this isn't a blizzard fulfilling wishes;
this is a tragic thunder-
living under the care of a sorrowful storm.

Each bolt of lightning
jolts the senses,
It's the thunderous roar
that mends us.

We are the grey in the sky,
pouring tears out of our eyes.
We are the grey in the sky,
made to live and die in a moment of rain.
elizabeth Feb 2017
The trauma in my mind,
The pain in my heart,
The sadness in my soul...
None of it will ever amount
To the feeling I get
When I'm with you.
February 20, 2017.
elizabeth Feb 2017
She sank deeper
         And deeper
               And deeper
                     Into the abyss
                          Of her poor, dark mind.
February 20, 2017.
  Feb 2017 elizabeth
Ignatius Hosiana
As soon as you write
about it, you've
started healing...
  Feb 2017 elizabeth
Gregory Dun Aer
Her smile is like a summer's day
a taste of tepid waters and warm embrace
she is like a rose with petals shaped like the moon
not to wallow in fumes of switched on heaters
but to spread the fresh aroma of a summer's day.

She is like a summer's day,
but winter comes too soon.

A summer's day where the grass is green
the bees buzz and the things seen
will be indelible from the memory.
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