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 May 2016 Sia Jane
Maple Mathers
in a story,
*
As in,
once upon a time*,
and
all.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

Shoutout to MS Lim, who wrote this in response:  http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653577/once-upon-a-time-no-more/

<3
 May 2016 Sia Jane
Marithe Munoz
trees will fall
and skies will turn to dark eyes.
i'll fall for you
and my heart turns
to black nights
 May 2016 Sia Jane
Julie Butler
else
 May 2016 Sia Jane
Julie Butler
I imagine outer space to feel like this.
like;
no matter what, I can't lie down.
seeing a star that close made
all else seem
so much less bright.
I'm unimpressed.
I just want to love again but, you left that spell on me.
my eyes don't see color anymore,
my arms aren't reaching.
you printed poems onto my bones.
my mouth won't let me say marvelous and my hands quit thinking.
I'll turn to dust like this darling.
I'll be a little sandstorm on your
shore for awhile and
dizzily dissolve into your
winsome crashing.
 May 2016 Sia Jane
Lucrezia M N
Constellations spoke no words at all
when they could right interfere,
some missing points to draw a line
maybe the ones I've never had.

When the day comes it's already gone,
back and forth, in the end stuck here
for reality is my thorn and my spine,
then I can't separate good from bad.

The measure of time won't be long
so it's been what until now I steered,
there isn't more than meets the eye
I'll never know myself what's inside my head.
Truth to be told to myself
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 May 2016 Sia Jane
Lucrezia M N
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 May 2016 Sia Jane
Lucrezia M N
Seasons change
forging the mass of
us waters unknown.

Untethered as
this warm swirl of summer
that ripped your lights
and smiles off of mine,
as your hair the same
left me there fallen from grace.

Slowly sank as
This brisk wrench of fall
that pulled my heart
and my primary colors apart,
as did the wind moving around
my spirit with the grounded leaves.

Flooded as
this chilly twist of winter
that walked me to the snow
and my memories holds on,
as I'll be able to keep that in mind
cold will go where you've gone first.

Now spring is
the seasonal strain of dreams
new beginnings and hopes,
promises and new things come...
Because seasons change
and they come back again,
but all the warm lit smiles
are stuck In the cold wind of mind
for ever after I'm missing our spirit of summertime.
Rampant Lion surprised me a lot asking to rewrite his poem "Seasons", first cause it was a wistful and so beautiful write itself, second, I think it has never come to my mind to do such a thing, loving a poem especially I just admire and contemplate it... kind of like a lesson or a piece of art.
I took that dare because I love trying new things, it's been challenging for it was important to me to respect and not violate the aura, meaning, intention, vibes, feelings behind the poem... But at the same time I couldn't keep myself from giving my personal touch, that's usually pretty cryptic, intricate and maybe a tad dramatic :)
I tried to do my best and hope I nailed not to disappoint the author... So thanks Timothy for the moving poem and for this chance! ^_^
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Credit: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1644543/seasons/

Original poem:
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SEASONS

Seasons change
People change
The summer came and you walked out of my life
I miss the sunlight in your hair
The warmth of your smile
Fall came and the leaves began to turn brown and fall to the ground
Just like my heart and my spirit slowly falling sinking being moved around by a brisk wind
Winter came
Memories flooded my mind
Holding you in winters chill
Walks in the snow
But your gone and its so cold
Spring is here
Everything is new
A promise a hope a dream
A new beginning
There is just one problem
My mind is stuck in the summer
I Still miss the sunlight in your hair
The warmth of your smile
My spirit is in the wind
It is so,so cold.
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Be a Life changer, not a death maker, speak life into others.
Bring healing into others lives by speaking it into their lives.
For we were all put on this earth, by the Living God Jesus.
To speak life into other people lives here on the earth.
Because by speaking life, we are drawing them to be healed.
For we are called to Love others, not hate them here.
For being Christ like here we shall reveal him to others.
Which is our purpose here to love others into finding him.
Thus having another friend , when we all go to heaven in the end.
 May 2016 Sia Jane
The Dedpoet
If your poor like me,
Your flesh is gonna be burned
And added to the pollution problem,
And our smoke will rise
And be added with said skies,
Should I romanticise
Your body's burning a bit?
OK:
You shall join former skies
Like a mist of your essense,
Your embers will burn forever
Until they fall back from the waves
Of winds that have carried those before
You, and those that have yet
To join you.

And if you have enough money
Your get a proper burial
And get seen by many people you
Really weren't close to any more,
Those who already became cadavers
Long ago in your heart,
They walk with other corpses
That never penetrated your true self.
      And $5000 in a plot of dirt,
Your picture on a slab of marble,
     A song sung awkward by some
Niece or nephew,
Tears for the day,
And your body cannot rejoin the
Earth because the coffin
Isnt bio degradable.

Its just your body,
But the soul is finally free
From the riff raff of the flesh.
 May 2016 Sia Jane
Sanjukta Nag
Through the stormy desert
Your thirst staggered for days,
And ends up sipping
Fresh experiences as consolation.
An ocean of memories inside heart
Constantly combusts like wild flames,
Yet seems so peaceful
Like the rough skin of an extinct volcano.
You believed in my words, that,
One can’t grow larger than sun,
Or be more skillful than Orion,
Weaving luminosity over
The edge of eastern horizon.
But one can be the daisy in a vase
Who dreams every night of blooming
Like a star, with shimmering aura,
Writing fates of humans,
As if she can pick them, pluck them now,
From life, whenever she wishes.
We are all like her,
Craving for a ****** dream to live with.
And in the mirror of life,
Trying to reflect it time after time.
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