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Asonna 1d
Fields of the evening, Long grass in the breeze
and a river down her face.
Dark flecks in the sky, it's all a blur,
the magpies all fly home.
Black trails linger down her arms,
Smudged and damp to the touch.
Hyperventilisation with every scarse breath,
And realisation begins to creep in.
She can't go home..
She can't go home...

         ... I can't go home.
Her - a red duck
with yellow-winged brothers

She walks red, flies red
unlike them and
Her mother - a buttercup:
a flower in the field -
or her father - a ripe lemon
budding from the tree overhead

Her family - sunlight
that never sets
Her - a rarity in the early evening sky
To me you can bring
The meaning of spring
Cause your laughter is sweet
To my own heart beat
Matthew 2d
Hush little baby, don't run away
Mama's gonna see you another day

And if that time is too much to bear,
Papa's gonna buy you a new blue chair

keep that blue chair close to you
I'll need it for the day you say "I do"

Shh little baby, wipe away those tears
There is something that you need to hear

                                                           ­                         I'll love seeing you again
                                                           ­                                          remember that

                                                           ­                                 It might be too soon
                                                            ­                                    for you to accept,
                                                         ­                                                            but
                                                             ­                                                            ...
                                                             ­                                                              .
                                                               ­                                     She's dead
Final words
no longer in the safety of these decorated walls
say goodbye to friendly faces in these crowded high school halls

these people were like family for four metamorphic years
the guidance of the teachers subsided tides of crystal tears

hidden in the chrysalis of the freedom of young age
do not forget this chapter as you turn to the next page

the transformation is complete
the chrysalis bursts
we have now been banished to the real world
written on the poet's last day of high school
Delaney 2d
Powerful words of affirmation.
Three words that twist around my heart.
Do you mean them?
You say them.
You want them to be real.
Delaney 2d
A privilege anyone would want.
A presence some should earn.
You leaving shouldn’t be a guilt
I have to live with.
jsb 2d
you're not gone
I just can't see you anymore
and you'll forever live on
in each and every drop of my blood
snowflakes burn on the cheeks
filtering the clad of trees
with grey nostalgia underneath,

Mother said, "let's make
a scarf with those wings"
the commodity out of necessity

for the weather only permits
threads of white, to rest
as supine angel ghosts

remain like chalk pictures
of suns and dreams yet to be
on the street which colors fade

for she walks, with
a spool of feathers on her neck
wondering why,

she couldn't fly like everybody else.
winter doesn't come in our part of the world, only rain or ashes cloud our skies.
Breathing in
breathing out
feeling my ribs and its elasticity, while
taking baby steps like I never walked before.
For the first time, I hope
this walk is no means to an end.
Walking on endless fluffy clouds,
the three colored leaves, the fluffy gold retriever
won't even lure my eyes
With you. Like a full baby,
my smile says everything.

Every breath was just a means to surviving
Every step was just a means to a cave
All the three-star meals
was an excuse to watch tv
Looking down from the apex of ignorance
I thought the clock was mine,
I dreamed the gold will be mine,
hallucinating our journey would reach across the horizon
to slowly smile at you.

Puffy eyes and wet pillows say it all
I am digging my own grave to get to the clouds
while another sun shines on my back.
Again, closing my eyes just for another walk
on that fluffy night cloud.

I heard dreams come true.
I wish that was true.
Love you.

Dreams Come True
@pablublu
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