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 Mar 2014 Shelby Azilda
Daisy C
My perspective of you will always
be the same.
No matter how disappointed you make me.
No matter how many times you mess up.
You don't have to be perfect for me to love you.
I just do.
Whether you like it or not.
 Mar 2014 Shelby Azilda
Mad Jones
I normally wouldn't say this to anyone,
but I'm  s
               l
               o
                 w
                    l
                      y
                          falling  a p a r t ,
and I can't stop
                       feeling like
                                       this.

It's killing me from the
                                ( inside ),
and it's trying to get
                                ) out ( .

But I'm fighting it with all I've got...
           (failing)

but
it's
not (never)
enough...


m.k.*j
Worlds away
Oceans between
Love knows no boundaries
When will they meet?


You send me your love
Of that I've no doubt
Oceans to cross
My times running out

I'll see you my love
In my dreams
In the night

All now seems possible
Our future is bright
 Aug 2013 Shelby Azilda
hkr
there are two full cycles of the seasons
and three summers
between us
i'd like to think that when i see you,
there won't be silence
but i have learned from the second spring
that there will be nothing but
a hello, how are you
or a when did you get into town?
to commemorate the winter
we spent together
two full cycles of the seasons ago.
and it never will be.
Unless your bucket list is in pencil
Unless you’re content in front of your television
And your eyes see better than your heart does
If you heard on the radio that intellect killed hope
And read on the message board that we never needed hope in the first place
Unless you see unfiltered
And the light in your eyes is not a reflection of anywhere you’ve been
If there is nothing out there
And you’ve seen it before anyway
Take note:

When every metaphor ever built
Has fallen apart
Love will be a voice saying, here I am
Saying fight to take that deep breath one more time
Find me up ahead and run to me
The horizon isn’t as far away as you made it out to be
And looking over the edge will be the sweetest thing you have ever done

When every metaphor ever built
Has fallen apart
Love will still be saying: “get out there and find me” as directly as it can
Pleading with you to be a part of something bigger
Something lasting and dangerous
And hard to believe
The evidence is the beauty that you’ve seen
Miracles are not so different than dappled light through the canopy of trees
And that judging by the way it dances down the creek bed, water must hear music that no one else seems to believe
But there is a peace in that music
And a whisper in that dance
And if you listen long enough
You will feel some of your coarseness wash away
And that refinement is love
Look, even the stones lose their edge
Here’s to saying: “Look!”
To saying “You have to see this!”
To: “Come with me!”
“Let’s go!”
“Hurry!”
“Don’t miss this!”
“We’re explorers!”
“Let’s get out there!”
Adventure is only half going
The other half is who goes with you
The eighth wonder of the world is being together
And while all stories will end they can be shared forever
No paradise is complete alone
But love is an eternal home

When all metaphors ever built
Have fallen apart
Love will still be saying
Get out there
Find me
This poem was actually inspired by a photo submitted to my website as part of a little contest I held. Thanks to Jolene OBrien for the photo, which you can see at anthempoet.com
 Aug 2013 Shelby Azilda
kylie
they were smoking cigarettes
on top of their old man's hill
at four o'clock in the morning,
and it was almost uncanny how
the sky was just like the two of
them

it was dark and it was quiet and
it was mysterious, and so were they,
but the sky couldn't talk and it couldn't
feel and sometimes she wished that she
couldn't either

"i love you,"
she told him

"your problem,"
he replied
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 Aug 2013 Shelby Azilda
Chris
I found you.
Amidst distant humming grasshoppers
and humid evening air,
I found you.
Or maybe you found me.
Maybe you’re finding me.
2 am came early last night;
our words far too honest,
our eyes far too tired.
Maybe our bones too.
Ignoring time’s mandates you
ripped my heart straight from my chest
with bare hands
(living)
(pulsing)
(messy)
and laid it on the table next to yours.
I’m still not sure how to put it back,
so I’ll carry it around with both hands
until you’re there to examine it again.
And I’ll spend all the time apart wondering
why it feels better
outside of my ribcage.
 Jun 2013 Shelby Azilda
Chuck
Why?
 Jun 2013 Shelby Azilda
Chuck
Do you know?
Do you want to know?
Why ask a question not answered?
Is it possible to breath without living?
Can you watch without seeing?
Do you believe what can't be proven?
Why should we keep faith when we've been lied to so many times?
Do you believe everything you read?
What book are you reading?
If one religion is true, will all others burn in some kind of hell?
Why do winning athletes think God likes them more than the losers?
Do people believe what they want to believe?
What? Why?
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