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  Oct 2015 sheridan
Poetria
I try to write you back,
but were you ever mine to write?
edit: I deleted almost all of it haha
  Oct 2015 sheridan
Kelsey
the average human
describes their heartbeat
as a thud-thud or a few
rough pats to the chest.

i fall asleep with my ear
pressed up against your
chest. all i can hear is the
echo of a captain yelling,
"let me sink...let me sink..."
i ask you how you would
describe your heartbeat,
you point to the ship
in the bottle mounted on
your father's bookshelf
& faintly say
"the glass bottle keeps the
ship from sinking, completely
blocking out the captain's wish
to learn how to breathe
underwater because air just
isn't doing its job with keeping
him alive."


your break up letter to me
went a little something like;

"you were built in the fire,
stop acting like you burn in it.
you were never made to be fragile,
you were never made to be my glass."


my plead for you to stay
went a little something like;

(20) Missed Calls

your final goodbye
went a little something like;

a thud thud to the pavement.

& my final goodbye was
cracking open a bottle on your
headstone & standing in the sea
with the water rising up to
my knees, with a small ship in
the palm of my hand, a dunk
underneath the tide & a faint
whisper, *"breathe."
  Oct 2015 sheridan
Jessa Rose
Love
doesn't know who I am
nor knows who you are
Mutual it is
words uttered beyond thinking
actions done beyond imagining

Regret
comes after the words uttered
or after the actions done
Irrevocable it is
one can never fix
one can never repair
for everything's broken

Hurt
comes with Love and Regret
you can never love truly
if it doesn't hurt
same as regrets are not regrets
if there's no hurts' presence

But
if these three weren't felt
then
Happiness
can't be attained

It's like
connecting the dots
You sometimes follow
the wrong direction
Yet, in the end
you'll be right there
at the right destination
sheridan Sep 2015
The eerie silence, the disappearing echo.
"Goodbye" you said as the door slammed shut.
The emerald eyes, the woman's stiletto.
A love that was crushed like a cigarette ****.
The lies that lasted, the love that did not.
Your sweet nothings were no longer sweet.
The trigger of a gun, the loudest shot.
A love filled of regret and deceit.
The flood of tears, the blood stained hands.
A love so distraught and never to last.
The screaming sirens, the constant demands.
A love that remained in the past.
You left me for her but you paid the price.
You're to blame for your own demise.
This is a 14 line sonnet that I wrote in English Literature at college.
sheridan May 2015
Amy Helen Smith – 1928 – 2015

You had years until your 100th birthday, we’re sad you had to go.
But now you’re with your husband and the angels that love you so.
They’re going to look after you and make you feel at home.
They’re going to keep you safe and help you not feel alone.
You’ll always be missed by everyone, you’ll be loved by us all.
We’re staying strong for you and we’re trying to stand tall.
But your departure hit us hard, harder than we expected.
And when we heard you died, it was even harder to accept it.
It wasn't your time but you were torn from life.
Maybe you were needed up there,
But were still unaware as why.
She died on the 26th may, she'll be dearly missed.
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