Kelvin's Way
Nature is a moment,
Ponder its picture,
Revel in the still second
where its kind bright gleam
shines,
Staring at the stumpy squirrel scrawling up its tree,
One whose leaves have shifted shades
more than most have lived days.
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Waiting for none,
Natures beauty expands
and convulses,
Knowing no depths,
Granting us life,
Taking our
breath.
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C. J. O.
Home is Where the Heart is,
What heart lies?
Beating
still,
But void of life.
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Stripped of flesh
it remains as such,
A Resilient Organ,
A Morbid Crutch.
Smile
Creases like canyons
carved into her face,
Crevices which creaking
Crawled,
Tightly around her cracking
lips.
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Symbols and signs,
Yes,
Of a life passed,
But
of a life lived.
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Alice
I did yearn,
Did stress,
Did try,
Obsessed.
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I lusted, I rushed
and now lie,
With all beauty expressed,
An expulsion of emotion in moments hushed.
