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Yellow leaves
raining
onto the asphalt
with every gust of wind.
Swept up by the passing cars...

Sunbeams
glisten
through the trees...
Shimmering dew

Mountains on the horizon
The rushing river beneath me
Cool breeze blowing through my hair
Sending autumnal chills across my skin

Winter is beautiful
and so is the Spring
But I love Fall
most of all

Of all the lies that i have lived
My favourite
Was the one I made up about you
That you loved me
That you cherished me
That everything you did
Reminded you of me
Even though
This was true of me
And not you
And
Even though
It was a lie
Of all the lies that I have lived
My favourite
Was the one I made up about you.
- my name is anon (0.ii.ii)

Remembering
Slamming doors
Rain pours
Stinging my skin

Yellow lines flash by
Asphalt slide
Say goodbye

Sudden stop
I forgot
To say I love you

(requiem for my soul)

With the terrible news
of heartbreaking loss,
grief begins trickling
through my veins
like droplets of rain
on a windowpane.

Its toxic flow
grows stronger as
realization sets in.

Sorrow rises
in my throat
like tall weeds,
reaching for the sun,
taking over my garden
of well being.

Yet, I cannot
help wondering
if the majority
of my grief
is for him
or, selfishly,
my own loss.

Gut-wrenching
Heartache

Streams of tears
and audible sobs

I can't catch my breath.

Everything is cold
Dark
Lonely

Grief tears at my heart
Shreds through my voice
Squeezes my lungs
Crushing me under its weight

Shoulder shaking cries pour from my soul
and drip onto the pages of what could have been

He looked about the room
turned his smile on her
Those big, brown eyes, they flashed
she saw a ripple in his fur

Hypnotized by caveman magic
she surrendered to his charms
Took vows of matrimony
and fell into his arms

He drags her by the hair each night
has his way with her
She teaches him to party hearty
and she calls him Sir

He's a caveman, yes, a throwback type
he's just a little crude
But he's got more than boyfriend before
and you should see him nude

Babies make me smile
no matter what the kind
I love to see them laugh
at the new things that they find

My lips are bound to curl
at bouncy, blonded hair
dandelions tied with ribbons
petals blowing in the air

Or maybe puppy-dogs
I like the old ones too
I just can't decide
The [ONE] I want,or two?

Smiles are free, let's give them away
I've got a few for you
I'll bet you've got some spare ones
If not , there's always new

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read this post, and happy early Thanksgiving!!!

In every struggle, there's a hidden strength,
A testament to our will, to go any length.
For it's not the change, but the hate, that makes us wise,
In the heart of the struggle, our true self lies.
But how do I know the right from wrong
reality changes and I don't feel as strong
People get older
The world getting colder
In the heart of the struggle,
Only the world seems to lie.