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 Oct 2016 Donald Durham
Julia Mae
because i didn't want to leave her by herself
maybe it's because i felt sorry for her
it was sad, in a sweet and distant way
her always looking so out of place among the crowd
a face you cannot read, but i can see she's ready to break
tight lips and perfect makeup adorning her eyes to hide ...
hide ...
i guess i wanted to show her that she didn't need to hide from me
like the leaves falling at our feet,
i wanted to catch her before she breaks
 Oct 2016 Donald Durham
Julia Mae
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 Oct 2016 Donald Durham
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Painter
 Oct 2016 Donald Durham
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The crescent moon be my perch.
        A bough from which I extend my arm.
Careful fingers grasp my brush...
And with it I shall fill the void
with the universe.                

               The crescent moon be my hammock.
Upon which I lean fully into,
to seek restful recluse.                
Should my body start to buckle...
        From the heavy hopes of wistful eyes.

   The crescent moon be my anchor.
From which I draw                
my inspiration and strength.
                   She would cradle and sway me gentle...
      When wilting hearts spill unto me
the callous wiles of the world.    

The crescent moon be my well.        
A fount through which my palette        
remains full with an                                 
abundant array of silvery white.        

Just so...                                 
I could conjure for others,
       what their hearts so desire.

Just so...                      
I could grant them       
             needed solace and tranquillity.

Just so...                 
                          I could infinitely paint for them
the stars...
White princess,
Up in your diamond and ivory
Chanel and Louis tower.
Above all of us-
Simple folk

White princess,
Walking on pink rose petals
Spilled at your feet
By your family,
Who are just like us-
Simple folk

White princess,
Hands untouched by labour,
Soft as silk and water.
Skin unburnt by sunlight,
And unscarred.
Unlike us-
Simple folk

White princess,
Who will never know hardship
Pain, or suffering.
Walk all over us in your
Black and red Louboutins.
All of us-
Simple folk.
So done with this girl in my class.
Camel brown seats pocked with burns,
Dry rotted with age and heat.
A booboo trap (many fingers were sliced opening its doors)
Stained with the stench of cigarettes and summer.

One year your bed was a winter snow catcher
And we used your frozen spoils for ammo,
Your body as a shield,
Our icy cannonballs smashing and exploding against your sides.

Death trap, playground, what difference did I know?
To me, you were daddy's El Camino.
Smooth skin circumferencing the shape of a soul.
an infinite horizon from which all Colors arise and fall spawning changes and emotions,
Ranging anywhere to no place .
This is how you see someone.
This is how you feel.
This its where you look.
Mercurial is the soul.
All sides of a circle.
It shuts me down from the inside
Turning my bones to dust
Breaking my heart into pieces
And turning my blood into rust
The light dripping from my fingers
As I turn a shade of grey
And though my body's failing
I smile, smile away
Through all the cloudy days
And all the sleepless nights
Even when I feel unable to breathe
Because my chest feels too tight
And I wonder what it feels like
To feel happy every day
And though my heart is breaking
I smile, smile away
As You compliment
The barren wine glass
with Your reflection
that it projects, and
it shies to it's curves,
as Your's are the one,
That it portrays, and I
gazed at You, flattering
my eyes, blushing red,
when You smiled and
tucked Your hair behind
the ears, and whispered
the words with Your
polished burgundy lips,
I realized, The almighty
gave me a gift. I
Poured the wine gently,
The glass was still shy,
As it's wine was dull
to Your lips, Then I knew
That, You are,
The craving to me,
That wine,
Will ever be.....
Just a vision :)
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