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 Jun 2013
JK Cabresos
In fragmented mirrors
where I used to see myself with you,
and now you become
my own reflection.
Tears can't bring us back,
and those sweetest talks
are only drowned
into memories, I nod.

In every corner of the streets
where we used to walk together
holding hands.
The spaces between my fingers
are where yours fit so perfectly
but now you're gone.

I still see your ghost
which frightens me to move forward,
I might stumble.
And it holds my tongue to say
that I've already forgotten you,
I might mumble.

When I'm with someone else,
it only reminds me of you.
Even when I close my eyes,
I could still see your ghost.
And the worst
is that I still want you to be mine,
but you said
you're already moving on.
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 Jun 2013
Courtney Snodgrass
Spend the morning,
Wrapped in cold sheets,
My skin touching yours,
Your warm lips pressed to mine.
The sound of birds all around,
But your heartbeat loud in my ear,
The only song I’ve memorized.
dedicated to the mornings spent cuddled in bed as the world continues to spin all around you.
 Jun 2013
Courtney Snodgrass
The only thing that is certain,
Death.

Whether it comes today,

Tomorrow,

Or fifty years from now,

It comes.

Hovering like a bumblebee,
Waiting to sting,
Or rushing out of nowhere,
Unexpected,
Like a freight train,
Arriving at its destination,
Marking the end of one journey.
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 Jun 2013
her
last night
I came to the conclusion
that
every time you leave, I
die a little inside
and
I don’t want to tell you
‘cause
if you knew
I’m not sure whether you’d
stay in effort to keep me alive
or if you’d
keep on leaving until I’m

dead
 Jun 2013
Courtney Snodgrass
(your heartbeat loud in my ear)
You refused to removed
The small engraved dog tag.
And I didn’t mind
The soft, smooth silver
Cold against my cheek
As I rested my head
Over the top of your chest.

It wasn’t a distraction,
But more of a motivation.
I wasn't just sharing
The same bed with
My husband, but my hero.

I was safe in the protection
Of your arms
And the warmth of your
Body heat under our sheet.
And I was finally relaxed;
No longer tense,
Because you weren’t
Out on a deployment or tour
But safe with me.
(at least for a little while)
dedicated to the men and women who serve our country, as well as their families; for they suffer too.
 Jun 2013
JK Cabresos
I endured the pain in the battlefield as a soldier,
Keeping my promises of returning at any haste.
That day, I would be coming home to marry her:
No moments left to shatter, or time left to waste.

A woman that all eyes of men are worthy to see,
Mona Lisa, a lovely name engraved in my scars.
In the train, I reckoned the memories so silently;
Our love has no ends, it was written in the stars.

An advent of a man’s burning pleasure for love,
I knocked the door, but silence whispered fear.
I entered; I found a painting on the stairs above;
An enticing self-portrait of Mona Lisa, my dear.

The dusk was painted by the colors of her smile,
I… I… I saw her with another man in the dark!
I traveled for miles only to witness that betrayal
Of her and bestfriend Leonardo, making a spark.

Bloodstained walls, caused by my troubled guns;
(She sewed my heart and then rent it into pieces).
I… I… I did **** them with my begrimed hands!
Should I cry for the sullen load of those britches?
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 May 2013
Akshay
I saw you today
under a bright sunless sky.

You,
bathed in green,
by a demure waterfall.

And you
moving
to the peacocks' calls
trilling,
through the leaves
that enshrined our midst.

You moved without care,
and you knew I was there.
Dhrupad is a very old musical form in Indian classical music. I wrote this poem when I was attending a Hindustani classical violin recital. I was transported to another world, and was missing a dear friend who loves classical music. She entered my imagination later, as is her wont.
I feel lost. The strings holding me here suddenly seem to have slipped through my fingers, and I am left looking up at the sky, a child who's lost their first balloon.

And like the balloon I am floating.
Waiting for my inevitable explosion into the atmosphere. Everything that ascends must return to the ground. If only my mood swings weren't subject to the laws of physics.
A lot of late nights recently.
 May 2013
Courtney Snodgrass
Not tight,

But soft and gentle,

Like a bow around a present.

Keeping me safe and secure,

With just enough room to come untied.

To have you to wrap me up

In your arms again.
We live as summer lightening.

Heated, dangerous, and
undeniably mesmerizing.

My eyes are turned upward,
waiting for rain that may never come.

My lips remain parted,
breathing in your dry indifference.
I may write more on this, I don't know yet.

I hate the title. Anyone have something more creative?
Some days I feel as if I should try harder to impersonate rivers. Flow along my set path,
over the bumps and rocks and irritating tree roots, and let the current take me.

Other days I want to set my own path.
Be ignited by lightening in a forest and chew through anything barring my way.

It's hard to trust fate
when you are always told
to write your own story.
 May 2013
JK Cabresos
I’m a wanderer, the good and the evil;
Blessed to see their tears as I left home,
Tonight, under this waning of the moon:
I’m lost in the woods, and this is my will.

These dreams could take me to the Altair,
This is a journey; I trust everything to God.
Farewell, often is love I once succumbed,
Love that no roads can diverge and impair.

I have my reasons; this is just a beginning!
They cried a river, but it can’t bring me home.
I’m a wanderer, lonesome from skin to bone
For I can’t escape from my regret filled coffin.
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 May 2013
her
one day

you will realize

I am everything

you never deserved

one day

I will realize

I am everything

you don't deserve
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