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Epitaph for a Witch
In the rising of the sun
and in it’s going down
I remember you.
In the blowing of the wind
and in the chill of winter
I remember you.
In the opening of the buds
and in the warmth of summer
I remember you.
In the rustling of the leaves
and in the beauty of autumn
I remember you.
In the beginning of the year
and when it ends
I remember you.
Hard to believe its been 7 years now without you.
I miss you more than words can even say.
You will always be my bestest sister.
I love you sis with all my heart & soul you will live on in my heart and in my soul until I see you again..
Mm mp mma
Rosemary June 19th - 2007 -
Colors
My soul is empty,
a vacant room
with dusty windows.
My head overflows
with thoughts
that can't be written or spoken.
Abandoned buildings
littered in broken glass
and empty promises
of content hours
and sunshine moments:
this is my heart,
empty, cracked
thrown and tossed away
I am blank
like the walls in seedy motels.
You used to cover my emptiness
with your words.
and deep voiced callings
filled my emptiness
and I could feel
my soul shining,
sunlight through stained glass.
an now,
muted with tones of gray,
hues of heartbreak and doubt.
I wish I could stop waiting
for the colors to return.
A star falls
“A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it's the most painful thing you'll ever have to do and that you've ever done. But what's yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it'll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won't have to put it back in the sky again.”
― C. JoyBell C.
The Oracle
With one eye looking
ahead and another watching the past.
I have no time for the present
and I lose moments of now
that are too precious
to let go.
I stare behind me
with cold trembling fingers,
frozen in winters ice.
And my being stuck
to the snow-sticky ground
sometimes afraid
of what might lie ahead.
I still move forward
when I stop staring behind.
I am the watcher of doorways,
the oracle of indecision.
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