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A sad tree

Dark and shaky 
So dull, black and gray
Airy and lacking in youth
A little pink flower stands beside you
Unaware, but is there to remind you of your posture and use
Do you have one?
Do you fall apart? 
You do?
If you fall
Should I?
Again?
You cry at midnight
You shy from sunlight 
But, you're so refreshing, so clean and green
A reminder that you were alive once
Now all you do is wrap yourself in leafs and make miserable grunts
And why?
Was it me?
I won't cry!
Was it an emptiness that simply died when you were a child?
Was it?
Can it?
Don't marry it, it doesn't want you!
Stay away from that picture
Will you?
can you?

Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah | Year Posted 2012



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The incurable decay that is called 'Life'

What is this incurable decay that is called life
What gives us the right to opinions ?
We knew nothing when we were born;
We'll know less just before we fall to our death

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Insert something cliche here, Please'

The crocodiles teeth,
They n'awed into me
And tore me up limb by limb,

But I am not dead, nor alive
I'm a vision, a spiritual surprise!

A woman who bleeds from the eyes
For justice, and not to be criticized! 

Do you understand that
even ghosts have to be remembered?
To be Recognised! 

Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah | Year Posted 2013

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Camera, action, sex

What is it about this figure that stands between us?
Do we allow it to stand there Forever?
I want to be there with you.

In 5 months what will we know?
Will we know more or less?
It matters.

I see us spread out on paper, 
Like ink blotches, forming,and coming together.
Thrashing about like Hollywood lovers.
It's a fantasy.

It is as if it was produced to seem
Like we can never reach desire.
And the direction is scattered, unclear.

Our dreams understand more,
It focuses on exactly what we want.

They show me a stage of actors, 
And you are what I want, we both feel it.
I search for you,
And there you are.

Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah | Year Posted 2014

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It's beautiful

The moon reflected off the ocean, so bright and so real
 I spun around on my toes, with my face looking at the stars,
The cool breeze lightly touching my face
Wearing just my summer dress, 
The beautiful melody of song, in the Back round touched my heart
Everything was a dream, a fairytale
I put my hand to the blue moon light ocean
and put the droplets of sea salt on my face
the smell was amazing,
everything nature had to offer,
It gave it to me, just for that one night
I looked to the sky one more time 
The moon reflected off the ocean, so bright and so real

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Jelly in a fish bowl

I carried it, I married it
A jelly in a fish bowl
Wobble, wobble, wobble
What does it do?
Just dances, barely moving feet from the ground
Lazy lump
Shady stump
Giving martyrs a bad name!
Childish thing, making matters into a big scene
Making nothing out of nothing
My jelly in a fish bowl

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Pervert at a Train station

Two bags of blue taped
To that square shape you call a head
Promising kindness and a safe profile
Click, click, click 
Is that your heart?
Ticking like a clock waiting to attack!

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The sickly old man

There once was a man who lay sick in bed
He could not get up to reach his wooden-leg
He had no maid or family to bid it
So lived a lonely life he did
His wife had died of slavery
His heart did break in a thousand ways
The reason he had no leg is a mystery..

The old man died sadly 
Myself did weep a bit
For a sickly man should not die alone

His only friend was me 
a little mouse with a family of three
When he pleaded with me to fetch his leg
I could not manage being so small
He said ' it didn't matter anyway, 
he was sickly and only had a few hours to live'

It was true that he did
but myself did pray for his soul
He was the kindest old man
with his big heart of gold

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My Hurricane

Your body twists in a thousand ways
How do you twist so freely?

So, Hurricane of mine carry me in your twist too
The movement is Dangerous
The swoosh of it knocking people down
I want to be in your movement
 
I want to be dangerous too
Violent and deadly Hurricane of mine

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Blood

Fear is a spiritual relief
Physically I am fear
Mentally I am fearless

A pulse of understanding
But will a vein transfer? 
A heart, a lung?

Taste the sweat
taste the fear
Taste the blood

Carry, cradle the bald baby
Master the meaning of love
Who said that life was a misery?

A sting, an ache, a hurtful word.
Artificial fun,
That has what has become

Horse for Beef
Beef for Horse

We are only skin and meat operations
For Allah 
Suck our pure and false blood,
A clot, a knot that ties our tongues 

This machine has turned us to metal
And dried us without pegs or hooks

All the glittery eyes
They are now colorless
Non-existent, numb.

Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah | Year Posted 2013

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