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I remember every detail:
Blinding light piercing the air,
The movement of your shoulders,
Silence,.. and the word "late"..

From the dissolved window,
Pulsing with Easter sound.
Then I don't remember ****,
Something else about separation.

That day I remember as now.
She's still around the corner,
And I go, and every step
Shorter and similar to a note.
Simon Soane Mar 17
In all the four corners of the room,
amongst the selfies
and the sit down snacks,
you have,
as ever,
the beautiful knack
of being here,
and wonderful.
Juan Bot Feb 26
On the twelfth day of christmas
my true love gave to me

12 books
11 pens
10 bookmarks
9 USB drives
8 water bottles
7 toothbrush
6 pencils
5 golden McGraw-Hill Ryerson PreCalculus 12 Textbooks
4 TI-84 Plus CE without batteries
3 Printers
2 Laptops
and a will to live

KNOWLEDGE
I love Christmas. Merry Christmas, or happy holidays for all you athiests
Juan Nava Feb 16
the food is everywhere
and the tiny bright lights anywhere I feel the train inside my mind
while the smiles turn into laughter

presents building up like a mountain
I smile, and mumble thank you
thinking of you and longing for your view
a sense of loneliness and another cigarette is down one

oh darling
you are so cruel to me
making me gone in a wild madness
putting me in moods of sadness
and missing you even in my dreams

remember when you said you needed me by your side at all times and I gave you all my dimes
got me all ****** up with all those signs
I pray with all my might throughout the lonely night that you and only you to put up a fight

the outside is covering in pure white
I just wanted for you to hold me tight
just for a minute not for long winter life ticket
tonight the clearest night I want you here just for a visit

oh darling
you are so cruel to me
making me gone in a wild madness
putting me in moods of sadness
and missing you even in my dreams

I have been blue since I haven’t seen you
all that body and grace makes me wanna play
raven black tattoos on your side of your arm
you baddest boy I have ever seen

i dream back to back of your smile
but i haven’t seen you in a minute
your ways have no limits

many nights come by
I cry over you
what can I do

oh, Billie,
I feel those blues
they have no idea how it feels
to be in the dark side of love

oh darling
you are so cruel to me
making me gone in a wild madness
putting me in moods of sadness
and missing you even in my dreams

all I wanted is your company
Juan Nava Feb 16
what an awful thing to do to look at you
those blue, ivory eyes that will never love me
each troubled but humble step you take
you to bring this innocent ******’s smile

what an awful thing to do to give my worthless dimes
those raven black tattoos that gave me the blues
cream clear lingering flush to flamingo skin
short lengthy gold swivel to the left hair

what a beautiful thing to do to live unloved abuse
they say it is the right to refuse to the abuse
I suppose that creature only has what the holy God made in lonely me
in the silence, the wonders race back to the front of my neurons
and just like that, you are gone because the dawn has come

What a wonderful thing to do to resume the morning heartaches
That wonderful way you make fun of my existence
If you have fresh faded rose shade lip-shaped mark on your neck
Don’t explain the reasons but promise you’ll always stay

What a wonderful thing to have tears on my pillows
So I grab the circular white and orange tip end junk
The smoke races to the top and my heart is still stuck
It won’t move at all even if I try for a good lasting minute

What a wonderful thing to do wasting every second of my life to help you
Standing at the crossroad of being so mean spirited or help you live the best
The stormy weather has come, but the rain never left
Melancholy melodies are my telecopy memories

What a wonderful thing to do, to jump from the rocky steps
It’s not the only cause of the past visions of you but everything that has been left
I’ll be seeing you and always think of you
And as the leaves fall and grow but you’ll see me in the sky
Lights sparkle all around
Presents sit, waiting
Paper covered in sap
sunprincess Jan 9
Homes decorated with lights
And cold winter nights
Christmas cards, poinsettias
Another Christmas gone
Faster than anyone can blink
astraea Jan 1
it’s new year’s eve,
let’s set the house on fire,
a respite from the fireworks,
the cheer and sweet kisses,
a shield for desperation -hopelessness,
lifetimes of cobbling together spare change
from thankless jobs.

let’s listen to music,
predicting the apocalypse,
anarchist revolution coming back,
desert rebels and cheap masks,
plastic laser guns and old comics,
signs of washed out revolutions.

and we’ll talk and wonder
-about our lives,
wash ourselves down the drains with
the blood red wine,
toast with triumphant roses,
rising with the bubbles
dreams encased until they drown and
pop.

can we call ourselves rebels,
revelling in the moonlight,
dancers under stars,
wrapping ourselves around our bodies,
to the music,
the champagne,
the thankless year’s,
as they go on and on.
happy new year! this came out more dark than i thought. seriously though have a good one.
Wai Phyo Win Dec 2018
Which one you choose; whatever?
Jimbaran, Kota or Nosadua
happiness inside leaves us forever

Took pictures with terrace rice fields background
thinking of hanging on the wall around
dancinging decor all surrounds; echoing sounds

Looking for the bedcover pink and blue
Cotton floral design so beautiful true
when we can use it without a clue

Having a candle lit dinner on Uluwatu cliff
beside a table without a script, a band of music
breezing air across the ocean; not restrict

Tasting Luwak coffee on way to Mount Butar
the buffet was not super but we felt like Michelin cook rooster
Thinking of happy ever after

We went for banana boating
I was afraid of chocking though it was floating
while you're holding me tight but soaking

Now you are there without me
I'm sure your eyes will be full of tears
of the memories
can we call it tragedy?
Based on true story
JAC Dec 2018
The first few trains in the morning
in early January are still so dark

you'll feel as if you're still sleeping
trying to make out familiar buildings

we're only now recovering from holiday glow
so no one here wants to be here

but out the window is a hint of comfort
a whisper that the week will so soon end

if you blink they'll wink right back
the flickering blue and yellow lights

of home.
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