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I remember a time when the world was faded around the edges.
The diseased aroma of bleach sat on the tip of my frail nose
and the subtle caress of deaths lingering kiss upon my chapped lips.
I fought with the blackness which enveloped my body,
and every day I sank deeper into its six-foot forever.
How sweet a surrender. To give in. To let go.
To end the searing pain and rest my tired head.
To lay my crumbling bones upon gods alter,
and fray the silken edges of life's last thread.
I see flashes of all the things I've never felt.
The caress of a lover against my skin.
The soft coo of a baby in my bundled arms.
The footprints I'll never leave in lands unknown.
So this light of mine keeps burning brightly,
It's the knife that cuts through the darkened sickness.
I hold on to that one last thread with a mighty grip,
to re-stitch its frayed edges, and re-build my heart with iron parts.
The diseased aroma of bleach sat on the tip of my frail nose
and the subtle caress of deaths lingering kiss upon my chapped lips.
I fought with the blackness which enveloped my body,
and every day I sank deeper into its six-foot forever.
How sweet a surrender. To give in. To let go.
To end the searing pain and rest my tired head.
To lay my crumbling bones upon gods alter,
and fray the silken edges of life's last thread.
I see flashes of all the things I've never felt.
The caress of a lover against my skin.
The soft coo of a baby in my bundled arms.
The footprints I'll never leave in lands unknown.
So this light of mine keeps burning brightly,
It's the knife that cuts through the darkened sickness.
I hold on to that one last thread with a mighty grip,
to re-stitch its frayed edges, and re-build my heart with iron parts.
A Bit of Love
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Stay
Late summer day, frozen autumn hay
All dressed in silver
Are you leaving?
Picking treasures on the sand
Golden flakes to keep some sun
To keep you with me
A broken shell for you, my heart
You left me your smile and I kept the sun
You are still with me
A silver breeze stopped down the street
Has no idea about you and me
Wherever will be?
It took all the gold I ever had
That little shell, your precious hug
Until you come back
You stay with me
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waters heart beat
as the rain falls down
and the wind picks up speed again
we all can feel alive
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unstoppable, unsaid
we are honeyed with
the rays of our summer.
i have never been
so green with love.
our hours wean with
the passing of the heat
but there is time yet.
so still we twine
together, your hands
heavy on my hips
mine splaying
the small of your back.
ours is an unstoppable,
unsaid promise as wide
as the solstice is long.
our summer is endless
forests soaking in the sun,
warmed bodies tucked
together on beds of moss.
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When I was 15 I got really sick and almost died. It was the thought of all the things I'd never experienced that kept me fighting. And here I am today alive and well
ยฉ 2012 - 2024 jessica35
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This is an awesome piece! I'm kind-of sickly too, and I'm glad you kept fighting and you made it! Excellent work on your poem~