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Best Poems Written by Katy Fulton

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Smoke

I've always been 
hypnotized by smoke,
how it curls and hangs floating,
the only bare remains of 
fleeting thoughts.
The scent raises nostalgia
from thin air.
My sweet grandmother
in her warm kitchen,
sipping milk with ice,
waving the trails 
of her lit cigarette away.
They danced like phantoms.

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Unconditional Love

Sweet gentle songbirds
Speaking music to the sun
For simply being.

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Family Gathering

Dusk sweeps the willows
While children's wild laughter
Scatters the fireflies

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Nature's Symphonic Breath

Glittering poplars
dance in the breeze's cool gusts
singing like sea waves.

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A Firefly's Finale

He
flickers
electric
but fades to dim. 
A sidewalk deathbed,
too cold for this mystic.
Come rest on my wrist angel 
and swallow the wild, night air.
Let my slow stride lead your final waltz,
and in your last breath you will know of love.

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Lenity In the Slums

She lit candles
in her empty kitchen.
Burnt air disappears
through the back door.

Pale and wild,
brittle street witch,
shy, wide eyes.
Her mind like a weathered epitaph,
left alone in it's quiet mystery;
but her spirit roams
gentle and porous.
City sorrows like ashes
cling to her rags,
sting her eyes.
Their faces burn inside her 
like dim candles
giving warmth 
to her own melancholy.

The cafe windows are boarded up.
She walks home
with November chimney ghosts
and a dying sun,
while she conjures visions of love.

Love is the sad hazy eyes
and cigarette swirls
that swallow the haunted dusk ruins.
Old souls in the streets
waltzing across black gardens.
Dazed escapists shedding lonesome
and tired teenage skin.
All their secrets out,
kissing their willow bones
licking and scorching their dirty feet.

The hymns of a thousand hobos.
The wind with it's cinders, bells,
and organ chord lullabies.
Fleeing boxcars cradle drunks
with tangled hearts.
Junkies smoking by fountains,
paint their reflections angelic in the water.
Graffiti stains the walls
in abandoned churches,
where wild haired children
wrote their names.

Misery missed this place. 
Love evoked their bone yard to flesh.

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Stephanie

I remember you fading in a playground frenzy,
Like the love and hate
Scribbled in the washroom stalls.
You wore a purple velvet hat
In September's warm glow,
And the same jacket as me;
Black with coloured flowers,
A zipper that always seemed to stick.

Young eyes squinting in the orange light of the sun;
You became one with the fresh air
While we only breathed it. 
Your smile was wise and knowing.
You began to dance with one foot in heaven.

I remember a train of us running,
Our wild laughter the whistle.
I reached for your doll-like hand,
But this world had tired you too much to keep up.

Your mother's door remained boarded up
The day you were gone.
In my innocence I could not fathom
The empty running shoes in the hall,
The scent of the crayons 
Once warmed by your hands.

But the longer I've roamed this place of uncertainty,
The better the pieces fit.
You may have been the catalyst 
For my fear of death,
But you may too be 
A disarming sting
In my empathetic heart.

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The Transparency of War Paint

Submerged skin deep
in solace,
you play trickery
in your silent rebellion.
Soil claims sanctuary 
on defiant children
like your veil lingers.
You're still sweet.
Sheepish smile behind war paint,
we're not so different 
you and I.
I too have bled music
during my vow of silence
and given myself up.

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Dusk's Love Spell

Love
Colours
The sky red
In times like these;
Outside the window,
Blankets skeleton trees.
Shadows awaken and crawl
Reaching for the warm window glow;
Where abandoned porch swings sway gently
And lovers have gone inside to keep warm.

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After the Fires

Just before ashes
rose to the sun,
burned and swallowed
in a crimson smoke gust;
every meek whisper
melted to one,
and a lullaby lingered
while streets crumbled 
to dust.