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 Sep 2015 Shiloh
Kate Breanne
Jigsaw
 Sep 2015 Shiloh
Kate Breanne
Life is like a
Jigsaw puzzle

You can never
Find all the pieces

Therefore, you can't
Ever see the full picture

Until it's almost complete
A life lesson I know too well.
 Sep 2015 Shiloh
TigerEyes
She wanted him
to turn around
for the very last time
taking
an emotional snapshot
to keep like a secret
a memory to hold onto
their last moment together
like a symphony...
She wanted him
to turn around
for the very last time
so she could remember the flicker of gold in his eyes
the way the sunlight reflected off of it
dancing passionately toward her
instead he kept walking away
quickly
making it clear in an instant that he was gone
and, that he had closed the door
on her heart,
forever
and, as she turned and walked away from him
pushing the door open
to walk down the stairs
she felt their lives ripping apart...

wishing hard that she had looked into his eyes
more
just to keep a secret...
one she knew deep within her soul
he would never tell...
because
their symphony had ended
long ago.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove August 31st, 2015
 Sep 2015 Shiloh
Havran
"This
is a familiar scene for me;
You,
with your eyes on the road,
and myself,
watching the sights
as we pass them by.
There
are so many things
that I
want to ask of you,
so many questions
to be answered,
and yet,
there is a quiet
between us,
that which we also share;
the familiar sound
of silence;
the sound
of all the things
you didn’t say.”
 Sep 2015 Shiloh
C M L
sometimes when I
think about the way
your hand holds mine
or the way
your body wraps around mine
I feel like everything is right

but sometimes when I
think about the way
you guard yourself from me
or the way
your eyes get distant when with me
I feel like I shouldn’t be here
I write my lines in a corner of this dimly lit bar,
unnoticed.
People float around me like fireflies,
little sparks in the darkness
unaware of their own illumination.
I take every ember
and stoke a fire that holds me over,
for the night.
I don't need permission,
to perpetuate my own existence.
I trade what little I know freely.
Only hoping for inspiration,
one more poem,
one more line,
just one more word.
If you drop it I'll pick it up,
no need to feel indebted.
For every word I leave I know,
the world is better than when I met it.
I like to think I've seen,
my fair share of life.
A city man,
sculpted of concrete and steel.
My years on this earth may be yet,
short.
That life however,
opened my eyes to much.
I know about the lows of man,
about how far some of us will stoop.
About what it means to survive.
But,
You dragged me,
drunk and complaining,
out into the hills.
You sat me in the back of your truck,
and you showed me the stars.
I don't know if it was the urban lighting,
that burns eternally,
or just that I'd never looked.
But you showed me the stars that night,
in all their luminescent glory.
I will never forget that.
******' country girls man...
 Jun 2015 Shiloh
Josh Wong
Here I am,
Laying right next to you,
Without words to say,
But I know that's enough.
 Dec 2014 Shiloh
Patricktrippy
Why? Why can I see what nobody else can?
It's not all propoganda.
All I quest for is to find a nice quiet plate, a happy place where we all share and not just take.
I wish so many things and dream so many dreams, but what does it all mean?
How is one to make any sense of a constant flow of ideas and memories?

It's like i'm stuck in overdrive, not knowing where I'm going and forgetting where I came from.
You try to strip me down to nothing just to fix the kinks, how can you truly know I'M wrong?!
How can You say it's not right?
How can you spend your whole life running and hiding your eyes?

What's next... why are we here.
Just tell me you understand, tell me you care...
But you better mean those words.
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