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I may be silent
but my heart will
deafen you
 May 2014 Skadi Snow
Triiniity
I want to write you a poem
but maybe it wouldn't be good enough
I would write a song, but it'd come out wrong
and that *****.

I wasn't sad, I was happy you gave me a chance. I wasn't upset because you just gave me my favorite dance.

I'd like to write your favorite poem. The one you read every night that helps keep from feeling broken. I want to be your favorite thief, that was amazing at steeling your eyes and attention. Because as I sit alone in my detentions all I can think about is a kiss on the cheek and how innocent are my intentions. Sorry, there I go, I was writing this and got the stutter. I guess even pretending gives me the shudders. It's so embarrassing the way I mutter under my breath that I'd love to be your favorite color. I'll be the red in the roses you love and you'll choose bright baby blue, but that's okay because we both knew I never had a chance with a beautiful girl like you. It was like jumping and expecting to never hit ground, and while it lasted you were so nice to be around. I just wanted to hug you and love you and bow down as I handed a beauty queen her rightful crown. Now, notice I said "love you", but I don't mean as a love her. Because I'm not in love, I don't know what love is. And you won't let me in enough for me to be a lover, but if you give me a pen and paper I'll give you one last favor. A kiss to your lips, because I'd **** to be your favorite flavor.
Welp, I couldn't help it. This was on my mind and I found this, and yeah. Oops.
Time passes on by
Intimate moments fly
Counting as seconds pass
Keeping secrets such as;
In the midst of dreams
Nothing is as it seems
Gathering specks of time set

Comforting of how you met
Leaving behind a future gone
Of when the days were long
Clouds are in darkened sky
Killing hours before you die
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
i say
that you are like the sunset

you think that i say it
because you're beautiful
but it's because

you're always saying
goodbye
 May 2014 Skadi Snow
SG Holter
This moment in time, about twelve
Years ago; a memory that keeps
Resurfacing these days.
I tell it over beers -not at all to brag-
To new friends and old
Aquaintances.
Self-employed, young and working
My hands to shreds to get by.
I had not eaten for days.

I'd drink litres of water
And bite my proud tongue every
Time I thought to ask my parents.
Again.
Already losing friends over debt,
I had exhausted all channels.
I'd keep my eyes on the street
Dreaming of coins.
Monday, nauseous with nothing
But myself to throw up.
In the barracks. Not a soul.
Fridge. I open it.
Boxes with lunches for thirty
Honest men. Wifemade leftovers.
Smell of homes.
I shut the fridge door.
On a shelf to my right,
A bag of buns long forgotten.
The mould only superficial.
Heaven underneath.

My eyes welled up as I ate.
I take no pride in managing to
Become that hungry
In a rich country during rich times.
But I will always remember
That I never touched
The boys' lunchboxes.
 May 2014 Skadi Snow
Dark Jewel
**** you!
Why do you have to say you love me?
Why must I go through this?

I'm just a teenage girl.
Fighting all her emotions,
Unsure where to turn.
I have a mate..
But can I tell him?

What is wrong with me?

I back away gracefully,
Dark heart singed.
 May 2014 Skadi Snow
Dark Jewel
Hardly concentrating,
The night before irritated me.

Head hits the desk,
I'm out cold.
In a wonderland of eternal sleep.
Just woke from a nap in class... To **** tired
 May 2014 Skadi Snow
Dark Jewel
Wherever you go,
I will trail.
Tread lightly..
I can smell your musk.

When you turn,
A shadow is all you'll see.

I walk with the night,
You are in death's sight.
May you die.
In Agony.
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