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 Dec 2015 Thomas Davies
SE Reimer
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solstice = sun stopped; in the case of winter solstice,
the moment when the sun ceases its journey northward
from the earth’s equator and turns southward toward
longer days; much like the journey our sun takes,
love solstice then is that moment of
arrest and redirect for one’s direction of travel
in life... and in this, the moment
a Sagittarian and Capricornian
separated on two sides of the solstice,
turn, collide and coalesce.


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hers,
the waning side,
winter's reprise,
calls to the night,
at height of eventide.
his,
on ebbing turn,
the sun's reverse,
together rise to step
as one at winter's ball.
their dance across the sky
'neath moonlit nights.
two in love,
in lockstep of
the stars above,
collide and coalesce,
their waltz amidst
the delicate pearls of
a Milky Way stage!
no more his lonely
path among the stars;
his heart she's swept,
to never dance alone;
her arrow sent with bow,
piercing to the marrow,
holds his life,
his very soul.
bold and daring,
her voice of caring,
soothes his troubled heart.
he, her promise, calls
to her adven’trous heart,
two stepping toward
a rising warming sun,
in birth that spans
the space and time between,
forever now as one;
this their solstice of love!

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post script.

*she (late Sagittarian) is the setting-sun-kissed, rain-misted huntress,
he (early Capricornian) is the rising sun's icicled traveler.  
mere days separating their arrival, though theirs could not be
more varied.  their births under different signs; his in the wintry
heartland, hers in the sun-kissed southwest; individually they are fire
and ice, huntress and wanderer who together have captured,
captivated each the other’s heart.  you’re not likely to see them
separately, but when you do, it’s only briefly when resupplying
their home, their hearth, their hearts. two making a most unlikely one,
but oh so surprisingly, so beautifully passionate!
The world is spinning
Please explain me this feeling
I feel like my heart ain't beating
instead something heavy is camping on it
and there's nothing which I can do about it

Is  this loneliness
I wonder
My beer dissapears
While I ponder

In my head
I know I got friends
But for some reason
I always feel alone

I feel like, I don't have anyone
Who understands and accepts me
For the strange creature I am
And always will be

Even at home
I feel alone
like I'm just sitting in my room
on my own.

And everytime I meet someone
Who seems to understand
Then he's always owned
By some other human.

Oh well
I 'll just stay here and dwell
On this feeling
Which makes me feel like hell.
[Sorry for the lenght of the poem.]
this poem was written as an experiment which includes me drinking alone (Oh yes I actually did that XD), therefore the first thought which came to me was loneliness since that is what people often think, when other people drink alone. Anyway the experiment went out of hand and I actually got drunk - therefore the poem might be a little confusing.
Toy
***** you.

You ungrateful
*******.

You tear me apart
then build me back
up.

Like a child's
building blocks.

Like some
stupid toy.

***** you.
A poem about an ex boyfriend of mine that I wrote a little while back.
 Dec 2015 Thomas Davies
Batool
"You are insane"
they make sure to
remind me this
every single day

"i know" and smile
is the only reply
i come up with
every single day

it hurts now
more than yesterday
the agony grows
every single day

someone tell them
just to stop
don't make me, hate me
every single day

i feel left out,
can't find the strenght
to smile and shine
every single day.
Words are harmless, so they say,
That's where the problem starts;
Sticks and stones
May break our bones
But words will break our hearts.



Words are harmless, so they say,
And point you to their charts;
It's harmless fun,
No damage done.
But... Who will mend our hearts?



The x-rays show no damage
Where words have scathed across,
But it still feels hard to manage,
And leaves you at a loss.



Words are harmless, don't complain,
That's where the problem starts.
It's quite absurd-
A single word-
Enough to break our hearts!



But words are harmless, they maintain;
The subject of their parts,
No less or more,
So let them pour
From all our broken hearts
“Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts” is a quote I have stolen directly from Robert Fulghum.
In my defence, he'd already stolen half of that quote himself.
 Nov 2015 Thomas Davies
JD
Four walls of white
Looking so wide
While slowly they're closing in.

Lips shut tight
Not a mumble or a sound
The door just won't open.

The Windows have bars
And the tiles are falling
What ever happened to the light?

I'm in a box with one way in,
No way out,
This is not alright...

It's getting cramped.

Look at these walls
They've just turned black..
left all alone
Yet, with a Feeling of being attacked.

I'm scared.

Please don't come tho,
You may be next.

Paying for a sin
That is I.
And just like that
The walls collide.
I'm just feeling kinda down today.
Sorry.
They say the eyes are
windows to the soul..
So why are yours so empty?
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