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 Feb 2014 Victor Thorn
Auroleus
Hours on end
I stare at the ceiling;
Final conclusion-
There is no meaning.
Perhaps it will fall;
Fall without meaning.
The walls will then laugh
As they all begin leaning
Then fall, fall;
Fall without meaning.
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
 Mar 2013 Victor Thorn
Olly
To Joe
 Mar 2013 Victor Thorn
Olly
Dear Joe,I remember how we first  met
you were wearing old blue jeans and a brown hat
smoking the last cigarette, staring at
a girl, who was reading an old poetry book
I will always remember that look

we were both so young  (I mean age) and so old in souls
and we shared between us all our wishes and goals
we had only three nights, two days
and the one little kiss
I will always remember this
I miss

you
that were my light in the darkness
my shining star
it is only because of you I’m going so far

Joe, a part of my soul and mind
my beloved friend

I’ll remember you till the very
very  end.
 Jan 2013 Victor Thorn
JJ Hutton
the door opens to Neko's Grill
I turn, as I do with the opening of any door,
expecting it to be Anna, expecting her
face to go from that smilerest to that
statuesque, expecting that stone
to send me to her side in the hospital,
the time when the pills took too fast
and she didn't carry it out,
hospital gown, grey dots, white backdrop
my glasses filled up
and I watched my tears land on Anna's
cheek,
she wiped them away
"I love you" didn't bridge the space
in the waiting room
I poured a cup of coffee for her grandpa
I brimmed it
stupidly
and his shaky hands burned
and he told me he couldn't talk to me
and I knew why
so when he bellowed
the whole agony of the whole
human famile smoldered out of him
he leaned against me
we both burned
but the woman who walks
into Neko's isn't Anna
she's a decade older at least
her brunette hair tucked into
a knitted cap
she looks confident
quiet, if a person can look quiet,
and I wish she would say
I forgive you
Time i will admit that day
seemed to  s
                        l
                           i
                               p away from me
would you like to go and see the stars with me
y
  o
    u know I would but who are y
                                                            o
 ­                                                                 ­u?
                                                              ­            my name is s
                                                               ­                                    t
                                                               ­                                       a
                        ­                                                                 ­               r
                                                ­                                                        l
       ­                                                                 ­                                 i
                                                               ­                                          g
                                                               ­                                           h
                    ­                                                                 ­                     t
as i try to understand her name and she explains more, come and see the stars with me P  A  U  L

                                                     ­                                                                 ­                                                    I

          ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                              F
                                 ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­       a
                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                                 l
              ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                           l

                                                              ­                                                                 ­                                       I

                       ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­  CAN STOP
       It is like i have never grown up at all.
Fist she became er as the t
                                                i
             ­                                       m
                        ­                                  e slips away
then she became transparent to you and me  then time sliped?
Done for me, but maybe not for you.
 Jan 2013 Victor Thorn
Brycical
See lies.
Definitions; Lies
See truth.

Here's another poem in the Definitions series:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/definitions-imagination/
And yet it was just another daydream that I all of the sudden awoke from.
The warmest day to have ever been felt in late September.
The leaves turning colors of rich autumn, and only the mildest of breeze against our translucent skin.
After the longest stumble through darkness, it was as if I again recognized the light.
The suns power to exude and perpetuate happiness amongst even the saddest of Earths prisoners.
Family and friends gather to celebrate new love, as thy neighbors watch in dismay.
It seemed as if us fortunate few were walking on the clouds of eternity;
even if it was just for a moment.
But even from the realist of dreams, we must awake and return to chaos.
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