Ting suggested I post these...
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Sometimes I'm a poet.
Raindrops
We are nothing but raindrops
Racing down the car window you look out of
We reflect the world around us
The crimsons, ambers, and intoxicating greens of stoplights
The soft white from some ceiling light
In some apartment on the third floor of an old brick building
Where some lonely human contemplates
Awake past all the rest
We reflect the brightest of lights
Distort them to their greatest potential of ultimate beauty
However
If we
The dozens of raindrops rolling toward the end
Reflected you
There would be no distortion
We could do nothing to change or increase
Because you
The girl looking out the car window
You are already your greatest potential of ultimate beauty
Never think anything different.
Her Majesty
You are the queen of the world
The fiercest warrior on the battlefield
The waves of the ocean roar forward to attack,
Only to roll back to their home in retreat
The breeze whispers your name
Quietly cheering
The wind shouts it
An encouraging victory call
You are untouchable
But on the days when it's hard to run your kingdom
Or you're not your strongest on the battlefield
You come home.
You take off your crown
Your armor
Your barrier
You tell yourself:
"I am a warrior, and I did not fight well today.
But tomorrow,
I will be untouchable."
And you prepare for the countless victories of tomorrow.
4 Days
4 days of white
Of sparkling snow sending streaks of moonlight through my windows
In the earliest hours of the morning
Even when the curtains are shut.
4 days of cold
Faint impact against the back of my head, with the faint, fluffy pff! of a powdery snowball breaking
Then cold as flakes slip past my hood, two long, blonde braids, and down my neck
Never go easy on the group of young boys from down the street.
4 days of cooking
Helping heat the house with cookies and fudge and gingerbread cake
Sweets taking over the counters like the snow outside the house
Warm and sugary after frolicking in winter's trademark.
4 days of white
A cold, domestic cat
Slowly sneaking in then taking up all the space it can
Annoying, at first, then tolerated, and then, gradually, embraced. -
These are fantastic! Love the cat by the way "slowly sneaking in then taking up all the space it can" really great :D
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Thanks Jack. Cx
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This is, um... a villanelle without a title...
Your cold hand cannot wipe away each tear,
Grass above you and underneath me,
Oh my friend how I wish you were here.
I'm here each February as each year goes by,
Remembering the person you were going to be,
Your cold hand cannot wipe away each tear.
Sometimes I stand here and I wonder why,
We had to lose everything that we could be,
Oh my friend how I wish you were here.
And I told myself that I'd try not to cry,
But the drops blur everything that I see,
Your cold hand cannot wipe away each tear.
At the end of my mourning I'll leave with a sigh,
Put some flowers by your grave under the old oak tree,
Oh my friend how I wish you were here.
At the end you were happy to finally die,
And I knew it was good that at last you'd be free,
Your cold hand cannot wipe away each tear.
Oh my friend how I wish you were here.
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