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 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
Gary
Haiku 3
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
Gary
Wind blown clouds in sky
Tear filled rain drops feed maple trees
Leaves die feeding ground
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
Lucy Bellamy
Don't grieve too long, look around
in the falling leaves he can be found.
In our hearts and in the trees
in every little gentle breeze.
I feel him then and he is flying free.
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
chris
shut down
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
chris
i really wish i had this shut down option for my feelings
that would be wonderful.
when things get to me or when stress is building up, i could just push the shut down option and everything will go black.
and stay black.
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
Torin
Love and loss
The gods gave us hope
Knowing without it we won't survive
And the times we grieve
Are in between the times we smile
Love and loss
Joy and anguish
And without words
I speak the language
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
vinny
camouflage
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
vinny
The only way to defeat
Is to completely expose

Stripped to the bone
It has nowhere to hide

Exposure brings volatility
sinewy strength and lies

The host must be stronger
or be destroyed
#pain #hope #broken #lost
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
Samuel Hesed
Her brown eyes crept up to me.
Delicate and wide.

I could see the love of her mother,
And pride of her father.

A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see,
Filled with shining stars,
And faceless scars.

Her stare had an ingenious beauty.
Like a meadowless daisy.

Her glare had an artless grace,
Like colorless vase.

This glow was naive from the broken lives,
Wondering on this fallen world.

This credulous light,
Waiting to be ripped by jealousy.

I almost wanted to hold her there,
Away from the horrors in life.
Far from Apollyon's hands,
Like a guardian in the night.

Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope,
Called hope.

Then, I saw with my waking eyes.
A white aisle covered by heavens flowers,
Congregations starring at her beautiful smile.
Oh, what a lovely mile.

For, there I knew
Her life was a magnificent design-
That wasn't mine.

I let her go into the hands of the divine,
Where she waits for her Valentine.

Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight,
As she waits for her fearless knight.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2016 Cat Fiske
glassea
i said you were my bible -
heavy with ignorant words.
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