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  Aug 2018 Iska
Robert
I sit by this river of dreams
Memories flowing freely from my toes
As I dip my blistered feet into its brisk waters
I feel wishes, whispers, and prayers
Lapping at my ankles with the whitewater flow
Withdrawn from the world
Within it

I cast my line into this river of hopes
Searching for a glimpse of that something familiar
That something friendly, that long-lost face, that distant memory
I sit and watch the day slip away
As the gentle waters roll playfully by

If you come searching for me
You'll find naught here but footprints in the sand
But I am here, I am there
You'll find me within you, without you
You'll find me floating
Down this river of dreams
(3/5/11)
  Aug 2018 Iska
Sam
She was...
Catastrophic
Malady spread
By the words she spoke
A smile built
From nightmares and dread

She walked the earth
Deriving sustenance
From the suffering
Carrying roses
But only if they were black
Her presence enough
To cause heart attack

She was catastrophic
Her kiss was corrupt
Now I'm drowning in part
Of her cancerous wake
Suffocating slowly
As her innocent smile grows
  Aug 2018 Iska
Sam Kelly
The pain of leaving you is creeping in,
Am I detoxing the opiates in your skin?

My fractured heart is in its mould
Held together with hopes turned cold.

The time will come for it to thaw
And expose the damage from a love so flawed.

As it crumbles it will take its bow,
For it's only to blame for the state it's in now.
Iska Aug 2018
Tear drops on her lashes
and sadness in her soul
I wonder what it would take
to remind her to breathe once more
Iska Aug 2018
I once came across a girl,
sitting at the sea shore.
She had a smile like a dew drop
And eyes like the stars.
Her little heart held back a storm.

I once ran across the girl
sitting in the coffee shop
And I noticed how she’s changed.
Her smile held
oblivion’s mysterious allure
her eyes aglow with mischief.

A women stumbled into me,
From just across the way.
With painful eyes
And icy hands
As she began to say:

“You saw me falling,
You watched me crash,
Why is it that
you always walked past?
You could have helped me
find my light,
but it’s far too late
to save me tonight”

I am sitting on a bench in this lovely little park,
Next to the tree you had carved into with your initials in a heart.
And I am sorry that you found your grave, when you were only offering your heart for me to save.
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