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Krystal Dawn Poem
At the Footbridge
We walk pass the million-dollar cabin-themed houses
With oak branches that hang and shadow the thin pathway, expecting oncoming cars
We turn left where we find people leaving our destination...
And someone following with their golden furry dog
Obedient but determined to go for his walk.
The sunlight flashes through the trees, inviting the heat with it
It is hot and blinding, but we press on for we are almost there
We come up on some closed shops, one is a yoga dojo
My friend finds a hill she used to climb up as a child and reminisces before we reach the Footbridge.
A long-haired teenager with a backpack glides by on his skateboard
He looks homeless and will soon return back across the bridge when we are leaving.
The sights are marvelous! A deep canyon with the American River flowing freely
I can see the kayakers and the canoes, and a man floating down the river on a tube
The river stretched infinitely into the horizon, traced by the trees growing on the shores
Three seagulls flew under the footbridge, as we turned around to head back to our car in Fair Oaks.
7.25.2016
Copyright © Krystal Dawn | Year Posted 2016
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Krystal Dawn Poem
Hidden away in the deep south of Georgia
A deceased cat lay in an obsessive hoarder's house..
Smashed under mounds of heavy miscellaneous trash and pointless objects
To be lost and forgotten from the other poor residents(prisoners) and the world.
Rigor Mortis sets in within a few hours in the crooked cat.
The warm humidity doesn't do any justice.
The house flies start to gather in the stench, crawling thru the garbage
and laying their eggs. In weeks, hatch into a swarm of maggots
digesting the body to the bones, enough for generations.
The stink of rot consumes the oxygen
as this cat met an unfortunate end and her life had no meaning at all.
Copyright © Krystal Dawn | Year Posted 2016
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Krystal Dawn Poem
Im drunk again
So what?
Its your fault
You always make me feel this way
I hate me, and you
But you make me complete
Dont leave
But i hate you
What are you doing here?
Pack up your shit
And Im leaving
We’re just going to give up
I dont know what to think
Youre a piece of shit
Leave me… Dont.
Its a back and forth
Confusing decision as my life passes
me by
I ask myself
Is this what i want?
But maybe my time for something better has passed..
But maybe i havent lived enough
How do i know what you really mean when you become so mean?
I have to wait til morning..
Whether youre really mad at me or not
Because it could always just be me…
Copyright © Krystal Dawn | Year Posted 2016
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Krystal Dawn Poem
Blue birds hide in the radiant orange flowers
protected from the long soft showers
Stems peek out from the shade of the large paddles of leaves
The Bird of Paradise is most brilliant flower I have ever perceived
Copyright © Krystal Dawn | Year Posted 2016
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