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Julia Froehlich Poem
My friend came over
For a moment I had him
But he left like clouds
Copyright © Julia Froehlich | Year Posted 2019
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Julia Froehlich Poem
I was writing notes to be found when you were writing albums
By whatever force there is in the universe, your pen was faster
I couldn’t let my ears decay when I needed them to hear you
That sounds so small, but it was a baby step off a tall cliff
Sweetie, do you have a sliver of hope I could borrow?
I’ll leave it on your honey-do list to pick up my integrity
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All that we have can be lost
But, its value cannot be taken away
You have covered your tuition cost
Now don’t let the knowledge decay
Brother, I know you’re a polluted ocean blue
But I cannot help but be happy for you
The boat you float so comfortably has capsized
You have to retreat and become reorganized
Do not weep for the boats old keep
For joy will once again deploy
The pain will turn from tomb to womb
As fish eggs hatch and family love to attach
Then as you float to your new shore
Know true love will guide your way
As you return to those who adore
I hope you let us stay.
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Hello Mr. Barber, I’m here for my bloodletting
I’ve been long overdue for this appointment, I know
Yes, bring out your set, I am ready for the procedure
I am so grateful to relax in your chair
Now the blood drips onto the page
A slow trickle and into a stream
It yearns to be absorbed
But more than that it wishes to water the soil
It’s so difficult to be in charge of living matter
To care, cradle, and carry on leave me exhausted
I want to rest but rest never feels enough
This body yearns for a more permanent resting place
Mr. Barber, perhaps you could cut just a little deeper
Just a little longer
Just a bit more than you should
So that I can sleep
No, no you’re right, Mr. Barber
Bloodletting is a small release
Just to get by
It’s not my last sleeping aid
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Here’s how my gardens grow
With silver bells and human shells
And my pretty maids all in a row
I suppose its time to ring more bells
We dance around the rosie
Pockets full of rotting posie
Childhood in ashes ashes
Why does life move in flashes?
Now I sit on this beautiful wall
Knowing one day I’ll take a big fall
And even my mother and all of my friends
Will not be able to put me together again
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The game is to see if the spell will last till both our flesh is blue
The witch does brew that fatal stew
Have we yet to meet or are you already woven into my fabric?
Down that tunnel will you follow my crimson rabbit?
For love is the most deadly poison that we binge like cheap wine
The game is to see if the spell will last till both our flesh is blue
I see you brought flowers, leave your offering at my shrine
The witch does brew that fatal stew
The witch does brew that fatal stew
Down that tunnel will you follow my crimson rabbit?
Have we yet to meet or are you already woven into my fabric?
The game is to see if the spell will last till both our flesh is blue
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Today I painted my masterpiece
Of reds and whites and candle lights
Brilliant views of my baby blues
Quiver of my hand dropped stark silver
Colors crowded spread like butter
Muted music all too much suited
Falls as phantoms in all the halls
Cool tints overcome by crimson
Could the cop copy it with his camera?
Pardon the paint pouring from wrists
Tie together the tempting image
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I bought you cheesecake
Here’s a blanket
Did you take your meds this morning?
How did you sleep?
No, don’t stop, I enjoy your rambling
You’re not a burden, even at your most depressed
Breathe, everything will be okay
We’ll get through this
All the things I wish would be said
By someone who does not exist
Copyright © Julia Froehlich | Year Posted 2020
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