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It was a gorgeous summers day today,
not a cloud to grace the skies,
the cobalt blue that held my gaze,
while I envisioned my lovers eyes.
A radiance warmed my hair and skin,
from the ochre sun above,
my heart leapt but sank back deep within,
as I remembered you my love.
Time passed by and the light was done,
while the horizon swallowed your hair,
those golden locks of angels sun,
I still find loose in my lair
The darkness engulfed the afternoon,
in its deep and cold embrace,
it stirred up the fact you left too soon,
it was a metaphor for my empty space.
The stars began to prick the sky,
reminding me of that huge spark,
we would feel as we passed each other by,
and the time we both made a remark.
Afraid to dream I sit here awake,
and I stare to the night for some respite,
but its blackness defies me and watches me break,
and I break, and I break in the night.
True love was a lie, a cruel torturous trap,
which has me snared as it's garotting my soul,
I blundered in wasted but through no mishap,
yet I fail to comprehend it's goal.
Dawn surely breaks and birds sing their song,
as I'm crying and dying and sore,
I hope that this day my heart melts away,
and I feel nothing for no one no more.
Go where the path leads
They told me the path was straight.
They drew it out on paper,
color-coded, laminated,
handed it to me at seventeen
like a map to somewhere worth becoming.
Follow this.
Don’t wander.
Where does the path lead?
It leads through the kitchen at 2am
where you are crying about something
you don’t have a word for yet —
and then you find the word,
and then you cry differently.
Better. Like a door opening.
It leads through the year
you were so sure you had it figured out
in the only language they knew —
which was sometimes enough
and sometimes wasn’t,
and you had to learn
to hold both of those truths
in the same hand
Past the version of you
who stayed too long.
Past the version who left too soon.
Past the you that never happened,
still standing at a crossroads somewhere,
watching you go,
wishing you well.
I used to think the path
was something underneath your feet.
Now I think it’s something
you breathe out —
every exhale a step,
So walk like you mean it.
Walk like the ground trusts you.
Walk like the trees up ahead
have been leaning toward you
for years,
waiting,
the way old things wait —
patient,
rooted,
certain
Where does the path lead?
Here.
Always, stubbornly, beautifully —
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My identity is not one thing
I am not one
I find the very notion insulting
I am an amalgamation of every person who loves and hates
I am my parents in ways I treasure and dread
I am the grandma I never got to meet and the grandpa who left too soon
I am the little girl I was and the woman I will become
My identity is not one thing
I will not be one
I am the places I've touched
I am the lilac walls of my childhood
The stage where I bathe in creativity
I am the bench in the Colorado woods where i left my tears fall
I am the home where my most precious memories live
My identity is not one thing
I am greater than one
I am passion
I am grief
I am creativity
I am every emotion I have had and will soon encounter
My identity is not one thing, and to suggest such is to erase all that I am
I am not singular
I refuse to be one
JOHN MICHAEL MACMILLAN
What do they call you in heaven, John Michael MacMillan?
Are you still the "Baby-Baby", that player from the past?
Sometimes I try to catch you, somehow to hold you
Long enough to know that your ship has safely docked.
Can you read the poem alone now, John Michael MacMillan?
Did God allow you the small, simple pleasure
Of having a deck on which to bleed, a place in which to read,
A room that owns a door?
Sometimes I miss you, John Michael MacMillan.
Sometimes I miss the hope we had.
Sometimes I wish I had gone with you.
Is that why I try so hard to catch you, John Michael MacMillan?
Would I know you, as much as I knew you then;
Or will I merely remember the haunted story of your past?
Your brilliant, blasted brother shot down in your place;
Your sanctified vengeance and your holy justice;
The penalty imposed on a child.
That terrible, eternal loyalty impressed in blue ink
To ‘Mama’ Katherine: that damnable necklace of maternal tribute.
What of that, John Michael? Did God heal that pain?
Do ‘Mama’ Katherine’s walk His streets
Holding hands with twin baby boys?
Do you still wear her name, John Michael?
Or have you forgiven yourself for the rejection
Fostered out upon you and your brother.
Have you learned to believe that you were worthy of love?
That you deserved a better life than the one you stumbled upon;
Than the one that stumbled upon you;
The one that stomped you; the one that ate you up.
If I knew the right words to bring you back, John Michael, I’d use them.
But you left too soon; left me behind holding the ghosts of your life.
I wonder if you ever look down and just laugh
When you hear me calling for you,
My serious voice repeating “O Captain, My Captain...”
Sometimes I try to see life with your obscure humor,
But mostly I listen for the slow, silent tread,
Aware your spirit is passing over me.
And I know, I know
I cannot catch you ever again.
For you are gone, John Michael MacMillan,
Oh Baby-Baby, you are gone from me
And now dwell among the dead.
[To John Michael MacMillan. Rest in peace, Baby-Baby.]
I got lost in the sorrows of your time 2x
I've misplaced all your petals , in the garden of our love 2x
When the sun said goodbye and the stars left too soon, 2x
I got lost in your sadness, but it really wasn't mine ... 2x
Yes I tied all my memories then sent them to the moon 2x
when the dusk stole my heart and it lost your perfume; 2x
I got lost in the shadows of your days 2x
It is time to return to the mirror of my youth, 2x
Said goodbye to your soul and to all your bible truths 2x
I remain your faithful past as I loose all my regrets
when the sun says goodbye and the stars leave too soon 2x
it is time to depart and allow, a flower to bloom.
Your voice all quiet now
Your laughter never to be heard again
And yet it still echoes in my head..
Your smile still plays in my mind’s eye
Feathery kisses blown from above
Floating around brushing against my face
The sadness sometimes overwhelming
When the wind blows and the flowers dance
Their multihued colors magnetize even the butterflies
Just like you always use to do…
I can’t help but smile,
remembering your love for them.
When I look at your daughter,
She reminds me about you
Even though you left too soon,
you taught her well...
At the age of thirty five,
The battle were no longer yours to fight…
Contest : Reflection
By : Wilma Neels
7th Place
The days keep going by,
and I am still left wondering why
you are no longer on this earth.
I remember the day I gave birth—
a tiny miracle captured my heart;
gazing at you, I never thought we would part.
My greatest joy was to see you grow;
now you are cold and resting below.
What an honour it was to be your mom;
your memory is like a balm,
soothing me during my darkest hours—
so thankful to call you ours.
Why is the pain so deep?
It brings me to my knees as I weep.
I like to believe that you are still nursing in God’s heaven,
bringing comfort I do not doubt for a second,
doing what came so naturally to you—
dressed as a nurse at two is the picture in view.
The calling you had shined brightly in your brown eyes;
I did not know that you would be saying goodbye.
Thank you, dear daughter, for the thirty years;
and now I am marking two years of your heavenly birthday, it appears.
How is it possible to keep on breathing,
or even finding meaning,
when you left too soon?
I should have wrapped you in a cocoon,
as you are wrapped tightly in my heart
since the very start.
Looking back to what has come and passed
taking what was to forge this moment, You Are The Sun Alas
and Blazing Beyond the perils of time
to Rise like the Phoenix from Ashes to Light,
and as the Ticking Talks and the sway drifts like the Wild Pendulum
and the memories shimmer and have come and gone,
and all that remains Whisks with the Winds Of Life
and you count your Blessings and Shine Bright,
and just as the Seasons that Come and Go
and just as every Rose has a Thorn,
we except what is and Bravely walk forth
and in this Instant, Let All Things Go
and as we look ahead, we're reminded of those who have left too soon
and live in such a way, through the Waning Moons
leaving our mark for Eternities Sake
so as the Seasons Pass, Remember to Seize The Day
for nothing is promised besides the Grave
so Live You Must, Before It's Too Late
The heat was high and rising
A shower came, but left too soon
The temp was quite surprising
It wasn't even noon
They thought it was a mirage
As they stumbled upon a spring
The backdrop created a beautiful collage
Their hearts began to sing
Steady hands unbuttoned her blouse
Desperately he dove under
Trying to distract that he was aroused
Hungry eyes, full of wonder
He was just a boy, at the brink of manhood
Had never felt a women's touch
Wearing nothing but a grin, on a rock she stood
He never wanted anything so much
She nonchalantly tied back her hair
Took each ginger step with intention
It seemed as though she wasn't scared
Deep breaths relieved his body's tension
Once immersed, she giggled with a shiver
He tried rerouting his imagination
The closer she came, his efforts would wither
He couldn't deny her artistic creation
He discretely put distance between him and his desire
As she ignored their humbled skin
Their mutual emotions bore an invincible fire
This flirtatious chase soon came to an end
She experienced a moment of shame
As she traced his pure skin
She knew their expectations weren't the same
Searching for youth, she was committing a powerful sin
She convinced herself that she was doing him a favor
To put her guilt at ease
Though his parents should have signed a waiver
He was the first to please
He placed his fingers in just the right spot
First time was the charm
He knew much more than they both had thought
Intensely, she clinched his arm
To both of their surprise, he came to power
Forced her to land with slight aggression
Took her body for just shy of an hour
It was a forbidden love making session
She lie in his arms in disbelief
Forgetting the summer's heat
To think, she thought that she was the thief
Now hooked, it was his defeat
I say things like "never let some a**hole ruin your day",
But regardless of the facade, people get to me.
I have emotions bottled up inside me decades old,
I spent too long walking around saying to my sad old self
"Nobody will ever know what you felt today."
Sometimes I think I hurt myself,
But when I look at my scars I know I did.
I can recall being told that I should not take razors to my skin because that's what
"Deeply damaged people do".
I'm not sure if I'd say I'm deeply damaged or not, i don't know.
Nobody told me what qualifies as "deep", so it's hard to gage.
I'd say I'm carrying around a pretty significant package of pain.
Things were hard then and they are now too,
We all went through it, you were there, you know.
It was hard.
We watched our mother diminish to a breathing skeleton and we watched our father break.
His wife was dying - he was trying - some were lying - regardless of evidence some weren't buying - I was crying.
Cmon.
It was tough and we delt how we could.
Yes, it still hurts today.
I think it always will.
Some of us left too soon and some of us are far too blue.
I'm sure if we can forgive eachother we can get better.
I don't know what I'm talking about -
Maybe we'll never get better.
How the fcuk are we supposed to know if we don't try?
I want to feel good guys,
We were good.
I need you all.
You aren't "just the past" and I wish i never had thought like that.
Maybe we are now, because I'm not sure we can mend this.
I don't know. I want you guys to come home though.
I miss you all.
I love you, and I never stopped.
The love is real. It exists here with us.
Don't hold back when love exists.
Don't hold back - just come back.
~a sad, incoherent poem written by a sad tipsy poet with family problems