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noun: the fact or process of losing something or someone.

The empty chat logs
Turning swiftly to empty bottles
And crackling logs, burned to ashes
You were supposed to feed the fire,
Fire consumed weeks on end
Loss is a pretty spindle poised
For blood, spent on nightstands, on hot iron
Wedding one heart to another
Melting without a soldering gun
Loss is cataclysm
Wrought with despondent accuracy
Loss is alive with the dreams you built with me
For The Creep That Loved You's challenge
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
AMcQ
-Fire-
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
AMcQ
There is fire in her.
Fire deep within,
but too deep for her
lungs alone to fuel.
So she waits;
unaware of the blaze
that will flare,
when his breath meets hers.
Every man should have a boat.
A boat to sail the seas.

If you cannot afford this boat, okay. You have hands. Make one.

And if you do not have hands, then you must use your smile.
For many smiles have paid admittance upon the open blue.

And if you have no smile, then you must speak.
Speak from your heart. For it is this that sets the course of your ship.

But if you have no heart, then you must find one.
For how can a man guide the rudder if he cannot guide his soul?

But if you have no eyes to find your heart.
You must use your ears to listen.

And when you hear the sails, just be ready to jump aboard.

But if you have not sound. And you have no sight. And you have no smile. No heart. No hands.

You

might be the boat.

And I will be your captain.

Alas, we will sail the seas.
I guess being just me isn't good enough
what should I change
my hair, a new cut a new style
my face, a little botox wouldn't hurt
my body, a few pounds to gain I've been told
Quiet down a bit, I'm too excited
So what do I do
to be good enough for you?
and do I really care?
I'm not changing my hair
or my face
or my body
or anything about me
Cause maybe, just maybe
you're not good enough for me!
We are small like specks of sand
Petals picked by wrinkled hands
Beyond the bounds of space and time
In a dream you'll always be mine

I'll find you in time
You'll always be mine

There might be nothing left of me
Or everyone will think I'm crazy
My existence is the eye of the storm
but in the eye of the rose our love is born

I'll find you in time
You'll always be mine

We would no longer see the stars
Only hear the beating of our hearts
I'll close my eyes and say goodbye
and know I have no reason to cry

I'll find you in time
You'll always be mine
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
showyoulove
I look up at the million brilliant lights dancing in the heavens far above,
I see the moon and its soft and gentle glow and somehow I know.
I remember and believe the times we had together:
It was a love that we thought would last forever.

I smell the sweet flowers in the air; picture the wind rushing through your hair.
The days were long and we would run and laugh and play
We were young and we were free we were perfect, you and me,
And we thought that life would always be this way.

But the years went by and the days grew cold
You moved on and stories unfold
Some days I wonder what it was we had and why it’s gone away
I wonder what happened to us and if it was but an elaborate dream

I shake my head I just know that it was real;
There is just no mistaking what it is I feel.
Are there nights when you look out and feel the same?
I will cherish always both the joy and the pain.

Sometimes I still catch myself asking what might have been.
Then again what might have been is irrelevant:
I would not be who I am today were it not for you
I love you and our time together and I pray that you did too.
 Dec 2014 The Jolteon
showyoulove
Sunrise

Rub your sleep filled eyes it’s time again to rise
Stretch and yawn and fill your lungs and put a smile on
It is dark a new day is about to come in
All is quiet for now as the world slowly continues its spin
One by one the birds wake and begin their morning song
In a little while the whole world will start to sing along
Horizon tinted in orange red and gold
An infinite number of possibilities grand adventures untold
All the earth seems to stand still for a moment, frozen in time
What a grand event this is and it doesn’t cost a dime
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