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Colors Linger; Suspended In A Glimmering Eye,
As Dew Perched Upon The Greenest Blades Of Grass,
The Lawn Removing The Hate From The Sole Of Her Boots;
The Vegetation A Door Mat Spelling Out "WELCOME"

Her Breath Escapes As White Clouds From Her Throat;
The Carbon Dioxide Warm From Her Content Soul,
The Air Crisp And Quiet, Filled With Birdsong
As She Walked Quietly Through The Thick Wood,
The Trees Her Family Portrait Hanging On A White Wall,
The Faces Smiling, Spelling Out That This Was "HOME"

Though The Sun Was Shining Her Eyes Were Gray,
Clouded By The Solemn Thought Of Another Goodbye,
The Birdsong Disappeared Into The Vastness Behind Her,
The Colors Now Charcoal, For She Was Gone,
Though One Last Misty Breath Hung Within The Trees...
It Had Sighed The Words, "SO LONG HEAVEN"

*Sydney
So Long Heaven.. I'll Try To Be Back Home Soon<3

Self Portrait Poem
For sure, I have moved on
Long gone and forgotten

Yet your presence haunts
My everyday existence

Drowning daily in your presence
And your silly flirtations

With a girl I used to trust
One I called my friend

Of everyone, what is she to you?
You never minded her

Or paid the slightest bit attention
You shrugged off her advances

And now you bask in them?
Is it your form of revenge?

Or a way to forget to me?
To not remember us

And what we used to be.
 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
I'm afraid I will
never do anything
quite as grand as
all the things
I imagine
you are
doing.
(c) Brooke Otto

For those of us that think too much.
 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
Cali
Borne into a frenzy
of sleepless black nights
that coil and surround me,
where chimeras and serpents
glide like paint,
in the sea that separates
the mind and the horizon.

I flail and sputter,
treading naught
but black water.
Just leave me here for awhile.
Our love story was and wasn't like the rest
Two peas in a pod, very much the same
But instead of it ending happily
Sadly, T'was not like so

Avoidance, we thought was the best
It will be both sides gain
Then why do I feel dreadfully?
Yet, It allowed me to grow

I thought we were done
You said so too
Why suddenly come back?
And convince me otherwise.

I was just getting better
Couldn't you just let 'us' go?
Let me live freely
Without you by my side.

If you still love me, please.
Go on and leave me be
To tend to my wounds
And my broken heart.
sometimes I think that if I
pry open your ribcage
and look inside,
I'll find silver and flower petals and things
that glitter and dance in the rain

but I always (usually) remember
that you are human and you are
filled with blood
and guts
and bones
and bacteria
and all the gritty bits that
  fill me too and we are the same

except
that we're so not the same at all
because when you look up on a cloudy night,
you can see all the stars you know to be hidden
while I can see only darkness

  the worst part
  about happiness
is knowing what comes next.

   he walked
in on me crying and he told me
that he didn't want to leave me like this
    "but you will," I said,
          and I was right.
 Oct 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
they have picked
at me with chop
sticks and I have
rolled my neck
towards their
teeth but no
more no
more
i am
not
the


prey.
(c) Brooke Otto

Building respect for myself.
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