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 Oct 2018 silentwoods
Virtuous
Hush little girl
Don’t you cry
Here a safe haven
For you lies
Walls filled with pages and words
Ready to take you to different worlds
Like magic
To experience stories
Some thrilling, exciting, and romantic
The best ones
Have writers filled with passion
And create some of the most
Brilliant things imagined
Forget your troubles
And immerse yourself in the pages
And never limit
The imagination
 Oct 2018 silentwoods
Lil Lalo
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet
and perhaps you are too,
But the roses have wilted,
the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl is empty
And your wrists are stained with red,
The sun isn't shining,
The sky isn't clear,
there's no silver lining because your gone
Rain keeps pouring,
There's no end in sight,
you're standing there frozen
so far from the light,
Your beauties unreal,
your smile the sun,
but time can't be turned nor your actions undone,
The words you wrote that only I read,
"I love you so much, please don't cry when I die"
A bond that we formed,
a love that ran deep,
a pain that we shared,
a friend I could keep,
I wanted to hold you,
wipe the tears from your eyes,
been there the moment you said your goodbyes,
I want to forget but sometimes I don't,
I want to let go,
but I know that I won't,
Tears on my face,
memories burned in my head,
The roses have wilted,
The violets have died....
 Oct 2018 silentwoods
amuba
Wake up and breath deeper!
Stand up and raise my head higher!
Grateful and rekindle the fire!
Remember my roots and work harder!
Love and Live for yourself and everything follows.
 Oct 2018 silentwoods
Chameleon
Blue
 Oct 2018 silentwoods
Chameleon
He says he hates the color blue, and turns to look at me.
"Except for your eyes. I like that color."
 Oct 2018 silentwoods
L B
I don't think about it any more
I take out the trash
noting
Sticks caught in the crotch of a tree
The wind does what the wind does
breaks weaker branches down
does not care where
it leaves
them
on its invisible way

Days do what the days do
they don't count themselves
worthy as they go
to release
the afternoon
to evening—
an artless
emptying
to a low spot
where tears tend to pool
if I'd let them down

“You know,
in that low spot
out there...?”
Where it's hard to see
Where its hard to care?

They take heart
out
divide it by energy
for sadness—
I haven't got

Watched the clock go round
wipe out my little plans
with relentless hands

...and I never got dressed today
6-12-18
 Oct 2018 silentwoods
Sienna
The Fog
 Oct 2018 silentwoods
Sienna
It's the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
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