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Dust and ash for skin,
The bombs will rain again,
****** children and their kin,
So terrorism will not win.

Fight and **** for peace,
Dream while they can't sleep.
Not a sound nor little peep,
As the tanks roll down the street.

Dust and ash for skin,
Christians commit sin.
Rockets screech a prayer
Before killing all the people there.

Despair for the Lord,
March and sing His word,
Fight for Him in His stead,
To ensure his children's death.
Her mind has become a tangle of webs.
Her memories fight against each other as she tries to recall her wedding dress.
Words mix and mingle as her grandchildren tell her about their day.
Past and present blur as her loved ones dance beside the lake.
She weeps and she frowns as she realises that she's not well.
She smiles as she bids her daughter farewell.
This is a poem I wrote about dementia.
 Aug 2016 Vanessa Grace
Stephan


Sweet apple wine
and warm summer kisses
Two of us sit
underneath an old tree

Holding her close
as I whisper my wishes
All have come true
for she is here with me

Gazing at clouds
overhead slowly shifting
Laughing at shapes
that we find up above

Then when she smiles
I can feel my heart lifting
Nothing feels better
than being in love

There in her eyes
I can see the reflection
Of every dream
that I so long to share

Each day with her
filled with endless affection
Happiness felt
beneath blue skies so fair

Taking her hand
I can feel my breath leaving
Now as a breeze
floats so soft on our skin

Walking her home
I am left now believing
That I can not wait
till we do this again
 Aug 2016 Vanessa Grace
Poetria
I see you liked my poetry,
how do you like my brain?
Does it seem like it's original,
or another 'stain 'pon the page'?

No, tell me in all honesty
How'd you end up here?
Make it a grand story
(Even if it's actually lame)

Wait, did I mention honesty?
Bah; not like I'll see the lies.
And here's my small philosophy:
lies make for real fun times

So this won't get many likes
I figure that now, I just don't mind.
Bah; who do I look like I'm kidding
Be nice and give me a like!
*Something witty and follow-worthy*
 Aug 2016 Vanessa Grace
mikecccc
Not really
experience has taught me
that voices can hold knives
and just because it's mine
doesn't make me immune
to the edge
So I choose
not to listen.
and practice makes perfect
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