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Unit, like Death, for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells no secret
Told to Him—
The Grave is strict—
Tickets admit
Just two—the Bearer—
And the Borne—
And seat—just One—
The Living—tell—
The Dying—but a Syllable—
The Coy Dead—None—
No Chatter—here—no tea—
So Babbler, and Bohea—stay there—
But Gravity—and Expectation—and Fear—
A tremor just, that All’s not sure.
 Jan 2016 JEM jAZzY WATERS
katie
The willow hangs,
drapes the ground,
dances to a tune
unheard in the hum
of cars and lorries,
in the commotion of
people passing in a
hurry, barely noticing
anything more than the
phones tapped with
fingers & thumbs.
But I notice,
I see it all,
the dance on display,
the symbol of sanity
I need today.
 Jan 2016 JEM jAZzY WATERS
a h
i listen to my heartbeat pounding
as heavily as it does inside my chest
when i speak to you
and i can't help but wonder
if yours is beating just as loud
when you do the same with me

do you think our hearts beat in sync?
****  i love to think so

your love is the strongest force to ever exist in this world
and it's almost like
you're holding both of our souls up simultaneously
because i might be a little too weak to carry my own
just for now
it's so amazing how you can make this feel okay
 Jan 2016 JEM jAZzY WATERS
tc
write when your heart is on fire and your lungs can no longer contain the breath they inhale

write until your wrist, palms and fingertips are bleeding and your mouth is numb with thirst

write because there's so much for your soul to say and you're trying to cram it all into one lifetime

write for me, for yourself, for a lover, for a friend

just always continue to write
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