#6: A really Short Poem

Snow scented sunset
Pink death of days
I left you to forget
My cold, frozen ways

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#5

When he dreams
He dreams of green.
Not like the ashen
Things of this world.
Of happier times
When things were clean
And our sad sorry souls
Would radiate, gleam.
Scars not yet cuts
Thoughts not yet tears.
Oh God
I wish I could go with him.

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Poem #4: Self Destruct

It's the possibilities
And the wondering...
Sweet intoxicating rushes
 Laced with poison.
 Though it may kill me,
This thought lives.
 If I let you in,
If my thoughts betray,
All is lost.
All is dust.
 Immortalized in heart
Confronting what if.
Dreaming things I dare not,
No, I dare not.
Why have you come back
When I so carefully hid you away?
 In the darkest corner of my mind
There you lie captive,
Chained.
 Safely domesticated.
 Keys to such chains are heavy.
 Keys to such chains
Should be lost,
Forgotten.
 But even now, I have but one
 Held in my trembling hand
 I kneel and wonder...
 If I step forward,
What would I do?
 Could I do it...
Would I set you free...?

Poem #3: What it is to drown

Bomb shelter ambiguities
Blue blanket tunnels
Lead me here again
To you
With bulletproof eyes
Blue like maelstrom
Or were they brown-
Warm and cappuccino
Is it you
Pulling me under
With blue whirlpool eyes
And tempest soul
Down into blue blanket tunnels
I drown willingly

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