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 Apr 2013 Sawyer
Kristo Frost
she onced too many times
and left

he took it pretty hard
and died

the kids were not alright
and learned
 Apr 2013 Sawyer
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I wish that I
                     could turn myself into love;

From head to finger-tip-toe
                                            and to each broken strand of golden hair.

I'd stretch myself outward until
                                                    love encompassed you.
i can't explain the feeling any better
yet
 Apr 2013 Sawyer
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sometimes the feeling is too intense for a midday coffee out in the town
or even a sunday afternoon stroll along that beach we never go to anymore. but that
feeling doesn't go away simply because it's unwanted or because the time just isn't
appropriate.
that feelings hangs around in it's unwelcome nature and nags at us to give it
some recognition. maybe if we stopped for a while, sat down on a salted log
somewhere along that coastline, and listened to the silence that comes along
with that pestering feeling, we'd understand just why we need to feel like that.
so often we are surrounded by the
standards
that say, no, you can't feel that, no
you can't express that, no you can never ever tell anyone you feel that way. maybe
if one day we realized that it only takes a moment of knowing and
accepting
that you feel like it to make it all start to go away.
 Apr 2013 Sawyer
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one day
      you will only own memories -
   so keep them.
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if poetry is words spoken aloud
what poetry then describes your silent steps
moving toward me through the crowd ?
what can i say about the wind
wisping hair in your face
tempo of movement
style and grace
i'll be now (for this one second)
who i really am
you make me a poet
and my heart is yours to claim
don't stay away too long
for my breathe gets shallow and weak
the picture of you smiling on my phone
sends currents of joy and laughter through me
so, keep your freedom as long as you must
but please look on me kindly
for my poet's heart can only take so much
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