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jane taylor May 2016
my heart breaking
into a thousand pieces
i fade away
looking for a distant wall
to dissolve in
and evaporate

unable to vanish
i slowly gather the shards
ground fresh and smaller now
i gently blow them
and watch them magically disappear
into the night’s silver moon

bones Mar 2017
She loosens on tiptoe
the latch of her window,

slides upward the sash
and the shine of the moon

pours over the sill,
like it's rushing downhill

like a silver stream,
flooding her room.
My moon drips silver;
Gliding from its craters, flown
Across galaxies

Alien beings
Stare at its state; leaking a
Peak at what it is

But the moon's just the
Moon to us; nothing more than
A dab to the sky

How I wonder the
Way y'all see it tonight; can
You find the beauty?*

~Or is it just the moon?~
I feel sometimes I underappreciated things I never really seem to think are so incredible...
All feedback is welcome :)
You must’ve been right, when I sure was wrong.
Our little worlds made an innocent song.
I’ll build you a mountain, if you’ll carry me home.
Haven’t found a love yet, that wasn’t hard to hang on.

I have an opinion, let me open your wounds.
This punchdrunk affair, love, has us consumed.
So, drown me in London or paint me in June.
I have an opinion, let me get back to you.

Flatfoot and clumsy, is how this life can be.
You buried your flowers, right next to my tree.
Our sunshine’s in bloom now, that’s how it should be.
When it rains overhead, you’ll cover me.

I have an opinion, let me open your wounds.
This punchdrunk affair, love, has us consumed.
So, drown me in London or paint me in June.
I had an opinion, you could’ve given all of you.

I’ll walk on the water... I’ve shamed my soul.
The moon changes moods and the rivers will flow.
The coming of your wishes, and a Saturday sin...
we can’t all be famous, but we all have an end.
I laugh like a banjo, you flash your sweet grin.
If words were a picture, I’d write all I can.
From the depths of a love lost, to the deepest of fear... three words that’ll warm you, carry more weight than steel.
writerReader Jan 2015
sometimes I
reach within
the fragile paper of
this book to
my fingers through
your silver
Jeff Gaines Apr 23
She thinks that she is only silver.
Second place, forever and again.
But this girl ... she is so, so much more.
She is my dear, dearest friend.

Her soul, while brighter than the sun,
is tortured by confusion and things in her past ...
lofty goals that would thwart even the toughest
and a lifestyle going so fast.

Courageous ... and meek.
A warrior ... and a flower ... all at the same time.
Legions of followers, those who look up ... never to see,
the little girl who roams in her mind.

She will get were she is aiming ...
my heart believes in her so.
She is strong, stubborn ... so very brave,
and this child inside her grows.

Now distant, I'll still watch her life

from this abyss, for reasons that may forever remain

She is far more valuable than any silver, precious gems ...
yes, even gold.

No object d'art or more costly antiquity ...
has ever,
ever been sold.

I only wish that I could have somehow ...
made her see ...
that as my friend ... she was so, so much more ...
than merely silver to me.
What can ya do ... What can ya say ... when someone just doesn't "get it"?
NA Sep 9
And so, I awoke
Where no sorrows are awakened.
Distant galaxies sang, pranced, and danced in the glee of the night
Eons long, lost constellations realigned and with joyous relief
Whispered beneath the chill of the autumn air,
“Oh, sweet child o’ mine,
He has moved your soul to happiness.
He has given life a new understanding,
Love a new meaning.”

Undoubtedly, that was true;
For thine words are so sweet,
So kind,
And so pure.

And though the future is uncertain,
To awaken to your bliss…
I cannot imagine more heavenly than that
And in those moments of realization
My heart,
I promised to you.
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