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For MichaelAt this moment, if I could,
I would wrap my arms around you
and tell you that it's ok to cry. That
everything is alright, that everything is as it should be.
I would tell you that it's ok to be afraid.
I would let your tears fall,
look you in the eyes, and smile at you.
I would tell you that life will go on, and that
one day, you will be reunited,
no matter where your belief's lie.
I would tell you what you already know,
that she loves you,
that she will always be with you,
that she is no longer suffering.
And you will feel her close by
with you at all times. Because
she is part of you. And you are part of her.
You are her son, the one
that made her eyes sparkle,
made her face light up,
made her smile.
But there is no way to force these things
into your head. It's your heart that's grieving.
I know that your heart
is cold and blue, and choked with tears and confusion.
So all I will do is tell you that I love you,
and eventually, although it may seem like life will
never be the same,
The Ashes of my DreamsThose are the ashes of my dreams,
Floating on the wind as time passes by.
Sitting and waiting
As moonbeams softly fall through the sky,
Cutting my flesh like tiny daggers and
Landing gently on the ground below.
Recycled blood just like recycled dreams,
Just like recycled words and thoughts and stories.
And I stare up at the sun as if waiting for some answers
And my blindness leaves me crying out of empty eyes.
Darkness is the light,
Only then will I be able to sleep.
Rest eternally, find my thoughts,
Thoughts on paper,
Ramblings all the same.
Menacing words, hiding within me and keeping me awake.
And it's never good enough,
Only good enough to hate.
The Value of LifeWhile shopping for groceries, my friend and I rounded a corner and bore witness to some confused commotion down one of the food isles. A woman walking towards us held up her hands and splayed them about six inches apart; "It was this big!" She stammered, talking to another customer.
It was a mouse. Or perhaps a rat. I wouldn't be able to find out. Because as we parked the cart, I walked over just in time to see something get kicked into a box, and although my mind was thinking 'wow, that's great! The rodent will be taken outside and away!' It seems that my optimistic thinking was just me, because a customer decided that he would rather kill it than have it saved: he dropped a box of firewood on it.
What was left was a small red smear; it looked like some sort of paint or liquid candy concoction, as 'clean up on isle six' boomed over the loudspeakers.
'Clean up on isle six' was repeated over the intercom more than once, as one of the employees stood watch to make sure that no
Untitled ObservationTo one side of me, my right,
A woman waits for her two nieces to come from the salon.
She paces back and forth, an unlit cigarette sitting in her designer bag.
I had no light to give her.
To my left, a Starbucks, a group of young adults sit in a circle,
The summer breeze carrying their youthful laughter
And caressing their sun-kissed skin.
And me in the middle, my blue hair tussled and ruffled – no 'hair-do' there, just self.
My sunglasses reflecting the surrounding vehicles
I can see through them,
But you can't see me.
Break-up"So, I wanted to talk to you about us."
I lean forward. I've heard that leaning forward really engages a person to listen to you.
"I think that we rushed into things a little too fast."
He's staring at me. I can see his eyes are watering.
"I want you to know that I think you're an amazing person, and I feel so honored that you want to be with me. You've got everything, you know? You're the perfect guy. I just think that we rushed into things a little too quickly."
"Ok." He begins to fiddle around with the straw sticking out of his coffee cup. The silence is killing me. I know that sometimes silence is a good thing, but not now.
"This really sucks, I know," I look away for a moment. It's killing me, really, because I can see that he wants to cry. I want to cry. It hurts me to hurt him. I really don't like hurting people. I've been in this situation before, except I was in his spot. I was the one being dumped, and my dumper, I suppose you could call him, was probably a thousand mil
When beautiful things go unnoticed,
when beautiful things are ignored,
when beautiful things are dying,
there may not be one to save them.
When beautiful things are crying,
when beautiful things will die,
when beautiful things are diving,
there may not be one to hold them back.
But I caught this beautiful thing,
and I kept her from dying,
though she was hell-bent on her ending,
I held this beautiful thing in my arms.
And she closed her eyes in wonder,
at the world I pulled her into,
as she now was as visible as a spirit,
but as immortal as legend.
For she was now my Keeper,
and I held her in my arms,
and she kissed my cheek as I held her,
and all I could do was blush.
When beautiful things touch your soul,
there is no accustomed way to act,
and I felt my heart beat one with hers,
and I cared nothing of the rest.
For a beautiful thing had touched my soul,
like nothing ever had before,
and she wished to hold me longer,
and I wished to hold her forever.
It's NotIt's not the lipstick gloss
that makes a kiss
the warm pulse beating through
It's not their size
but the words they whisper,
It's not the color
nor the length
nor the glint
of her hair
that makes her special
it is her smile
in the falling rain
reflecting the joy
of yet another Spring,
It's not the time
she spent getting beautiful
that makes her so
but in fact
it is the hours
she was besides my bed
when I was sick
and in fact
it is the minutes
I could hear her breathe
in my embrace
AND in fact
it is the seconds
I saw her cry
(out of happiness)
Because she's beautiful.
It's not the clothes,
nor the jewellery,
nor the colored nails,
nor the drawn-in brows,
nor the words she says
to other people,
and neither it is
It is her mind
that entertains my poems,
it is her charm
that paints my cheeks
and averts my shy eyes from her
It is her soul,
that I love.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
The Heavenly DanceThe stars fell around us
And settled on our shoulders
As we stared into one another's eyes
And in that moment
We understood eachother
The stars then swirled anew
Creating a magnificent dress for you
And you took my hand
And led the dance
Weaving in and out of time
Like the threads connecting our minds
You told me we could never
And I believe you
SIRENNeath the woe of Ulysses' blood and toil,
A sea of heavenly-fury once awaken'd
Her gaze clad in honey’d delirium ablaze
Of such beauteous prize, he shall yield;
For her tongue hath seized mortal desire
And lo the Moons’ glory shall weep in vain!
Journey’s of madness sung with promise;
— A rising tempest hurl'd to Hades reign
Oceanic rhythms untwine love forbidden,
Breaking the mists of insatiable dreams
The Sirens call ebbed like darkness falling;
Her lust bleeding into the mythic abyss ..
His anguish bestow'd the folding tides,
Unto their lips would perish in mystery
Deeper jewel'd the haunting of his soul,
Forsaken to the ink of Orpheus' muse.
And ghostly twilight shone low and pale,
O’er the hum of those ethereal seas
Long wherest his heart shall forever sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
The Origins Of The Ice Queen (Story)
As the Duke slammed into the cold, hard ground, Elsa knew that she had only made the accusations worse. As the fear began to consume her she ran out of the castle's huge, wooden gates, her breath increasing in speed and intensity the whole time. She heard a familiar voice shout after her. "Elsa! Wait!" It was her sister Anna. She was 2 years younger than Elsa and had a beautiful young face with a rosy complexion and had strawberry blonde hair with a white highlight in it. She wore a green and black royal gown with a flowery pattern over the torso. It was perfect for the coronation that had taken place that day. However, it was not so perfect for chasing the new Queen. "Elsa please! Stop!" Anna shouted at her terrified sister. Elsa started to sprint even faster now, she flicked her wrist and created an icy path in an attempt to slow down her ever worrying sister. Anna slipped and fell onto her behind. She let out a small yelp as she sat, stunned for a moment. She looked up and saw Elsa
You Are My AngelYou came to me in my dreams
When I was below the surface looking up at the sunlight filtering through water molecules
Your hand took mine
And you let me pull you down to lay beside me, where we looked up at everything floating by together
You came to me in my dreams
When I thought about how not worth it this life was and convinced me of otherwise
Your heart sat down beside mine
And I realized I felt alive.
FiveWhen the wind blows,
It speaks your name to me.
When I stare at the clouds,
I see your smiling face.
I watch the people passing by,
I see them wave and say hello,
And I think of you all the while.
At night I look up towards the milky way,
And I see the glowing stars,
And my eyes meet your gaze.
The grass beneath my feet
Is soft like you are to me.
The sunshine on my head
Is warm like your heart.
Everything I do
Makes me think of you.
In everything I see,
You're looking back at me.
In all that I say and feel,
I know you'll always love me still.
For you are my everything,
And my everything is you.
SixI am weak
And I am cold.
You are strong
And you are warm.
I am incomplete,
But with you
I'm made whole.
I am dirty
And covered in mud.
You are clean
And your heart is pure.
What is my world
If it doesn't include you?
I am harsh
And I am rough.
You are gentle
And you are smooth.
Without your love
I am nothing,
And life has no worth.
I am broken
And I am bent.
You are right
And you are true.
And this is why I'm loving you:
You're the beautiful one
Between us two.
The CoJoined SplitIt was the strangest thing
Sitting at my computer,
Room fairly cleared out,
Alanis Morissette blaring out of my computer,
And he walks in uninvited,
Just as she's singing about it.
And memories blend with reality –
Out of my peripheral vision
I saw half him and half him.
But that's all it was – a blending of two things.
Two things joined
Two things apart.
Together and splitting.
I had the mental image that it was
Him, not just him.
That's just the way it was.
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