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 Oct 2014 Willow-Anne
Bunhead17
If I had one wish then
I would wish for you
So I could see your *face just one last time
 Oct 2014 Willow-Anne
Bunhead17
You
are the poem
I never knew
how to write
and this life
is the story
I have always
wanted to
tell
Let's go on an adventure called life,
you can hold the map
and I the steering wheel.

We can go where horizons
have no ends.
If I told you I was a fireman and a building fell on me while I rescued children from a burning school
would you still look at my scars and judge me unfairly

If I told you I pushed an old lady out the way of a speeding car
would you still look at my limp and judge me unfairly

If I told you I gave everything I own to charity
would you still look at me for been homeless and judge me unfairly

If I told you I had cancer 3 times
would you still look at my bald head and judge me unfairly

I am more than what you see
please don't judge me
He didn't need to die to be a ghost
for years he walked these hallways, going unnoticed
he was like a blur to those who passed him
teachers couldn't remember him
No parents to speak of, one day they just never came back.

Average student, never pushing himself
never showing up on anybody's radar
going unnoticed, going unseen
no friends to speak of, no one knew he existed

He was surrounded by hundreds of people
but lived his life not seen
no one saw his tears
no one saw his art
he went unnoticed until the day he died.

Police found him
he couldn't take it anymore
ended it all
he spent his life unnoticed
but he was a brilliant artist
his art was seen
hanging up in some amazing galleries
everyone now knows his name.
The animal small and frail
The fur fiery ******
The flames lap my skin
The burn me
The eyes bright and curious
They match the norther lights
Flash of green and blue
Rapid blinking
The tail tipped in snow
White and soft
It doesn't melt against the flame
Paws small and white
Tiptoeing across the ground
The fire sparks and blurs
I'm finally home again
A bell rings in the distance
I hear but don't see
The past calls out
But I cannot answer
I'm speechless
So much at stake
Yet I can do nothing
Frozen in space
Surrounded by everything
All my senses alive
I still cannot move
Yet...  
The bell continues to ring
And I can still hear it's melody
All the while...
I'm not moving
3am
Is it possible to be afraid to go to sleep
Fearing the absence of a genius thought
Or an urgent reminder
Thinking of forgotten thoughts
But cannot recall those thoughts because they are forgotten
Longing to be captivated by the stars for an eternity
But more feared than sleep is wake
Procrastinating the suns appearance
Surrendering the battle of heavy eye lids
Praying for a grand tomorrow
Facing the afraid
Sleep
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