Part Two of Collection
Joy
When I'm with you I feel joy
When you're standing so close
That I can feel your breath on my neck
And I feel warm even in the deepest
Parts of my heart
And our two souls unite
I feel uncomplicated and lighthearted
And like I can fly
I feel joy
Grief
I can shut my eyes
I can shut my ears
I cannot shut
The flow of tears.
Life
Pain and frustration, joy and bliss
Family and friends
Boyfriends and best friends
Picnics and parties
High school and teachers
College and love
Careers and kids
Grandkids and canes
Lipstick and bras
Boxers and briefs
Silver mascara and
Baby blue nails
Lengthy midnight novels
A long-awaited Seventeen.
This is my present, past and
Future.
Mo Chridhe
fly me away
fly me away
from here
take me to
your heart,
mo chridhe
and we will
emerge as one.
Let me take
You away
From there
And bring
You to
Mo chridhe
And we will
Feel we've won.
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I'm stumbling in dark fog
You let light
Into my hell
I still can't see
I realize it's not you
It's me
My eyes are plastered shut
Everything I see falls apart
I'll ruin your perfection
I know it in my gut
But you make me open my eyes
As I watch in horror you shrivel and die
I turn my back and sigh.
Carry Me Away
carry me away
Carry me away
On your big, big wings
Call my name
With your
Harp-like voice
The thoughtful pools
We call eyes
Shine straight
Through me and
My soul;.
Carry me away.
Wintry Sorrow
Wintry wind
Matching my moaning
Of sorrow signifying
Your yielding
Of the heart
To me.
The best will prevail
Carry me away with thorns of roses and
Wings of doves whichever is better will
Prevail in ,y heart and with my singing
Voice none can compare to me and none
Can carry me away like you can.
Oh! How trapped a blossom must feel
Oh! How trapped a blossom must feel,
To be at the mercy of the wind.
She who can move it must love it
Or shall quit.
Humanity
I do not enjoy watching others suffer,
Although my nature says I should.
Being of this race makes
Me do less than I could.
What I Need
I never asked you to understand,
Or blame yourself, or reason why
I only asked you to hold my hand,
And love me as I cry.
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Seven years passed
We spoke every day
And in just one week,
It's all gone away.
My love for you grew
With every passing moment,
While you thought my
Friendship had to be heaven sent.
Don't tell me you're sorry,
Don't say you're in pain,
Because my sorrow is worse
Than you could ever feign.
Late Nights
I should be asleep
I'm writing this instead
The TV's on, the light is
Blaring overhead.
I tuck away the last 6 poems
In their secret place
As I try to complete my writing
With very much haste.
I am too tired to continue.
It doesn't matter, though.
The masterpiece is done.
Now off to sleep I go.
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