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Autumn was my first love.October, I follow you -
from the magic lights of New York
to moonshines in Georgia,
until the colors dissolve.
The anxious poetry of autumn
made a memory of me.
Here’s to things I take for granted:
country road thunderstorms.
Unspoken words, unwritten ideas.
October, I follow you;
I thought I saw you on the shore
where the river runs through gold
on the last boat leaving the city of a hundred spires -
or perhaps Pittsburgh
(it was the lights I guess).
Here’s to the things we leave behind:
sunbeams in November,
letters addressed to no one,
poems, wounds, dead birds.
I’ve got that summ
New HeartLurking deep in the night,
Moon casts a shadow bright.
Shines on the owl in flight,
Radiates peace tonight.
Remains till a new day,
With love here to soon stay.
This joy not to decay,
Melody starts to play.
Pretty until the end,
All of these rules to bend.
His love to each one send,
And a hope to here lend.
Creates a work of art,
That begins from the start.
Each color does a part,
To design this new heart.
A Forgotten MemoryShe was one of many
Not the only one to be exact
She put a smile on her face
But nobody knew it was all an act
Her body was filled with bruises and scars
She couldn't tell anyone because
She knew they'd hurt her more
She'd cry herself to sleep at night
Hoping no one would ever see her sight
Until one day
A person found out
Her parents did too and
They'd scream and shout
The person who found out told her
'Hold on, stay strong'
But that just caused her
To think more negative thoughts
She hated everything about herself
Her body, her complexion, her hair
But her parents still didn't give any care
One day, she had enough
Everything was just gett
Cierra, 2005seven year-old prey
for juvie girls
eleven and thirteen
with sloppy hair
and sloppy clothes,
bragging about broken noses
bloody faces, and the places
they were forced to go
as though it even mattered to me
in the wake
of a seven year old crying
because iron plated hearts
don't know how / don't care to stop
forgotten little girl
i took her in at 12
when the nurses and the techs
could not break us apart
little girl with a broken heart, she
told me that her parents
didn't want her
why are you so nice to me
she asked when i talked down the angry giants,
and i said aloud, i said to her
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