Poetry Collection
by Trip
My heart falls there too.
Cold breeze, dying trees.
Green leaves leave but the
Orange leaves reflect the color of your beautiful flowing hair.
The cold midnight skies a gloomy blue color blind me as if I was staring directly into your eyes.
The warm fires only remind me of the security of your arms and the warmth in your presence,
The sunbeams, shining just as bright as your smile on any given day.
October, November, autumn time, just as the reddish brownish
Orangish leaves fall, I remember
my heart
once fell there too.
Ally Cats.
Ft. Ivy Ciska
You watched me grow, and you grew up with me.
The first time you took this path, you welcomed me with open arms.
And just as soon as you came and got comfortable,
I scarred you.
But still, you nurtured me and grew alongside me.
You then avoided this path.
Leaving me lonely and hurting, missing your touch and your warm embracing presence.
You returned when I almost lost faith in you returning.
And again you showed me love, honesty, and temporary trust.
And then you left me.
Again but this time, you left untouched.
And me with a gash so deep even,
Expert divers would need to come up for air.
So I waited,
And longed.
And yearned.
To me, it seemed like you just
Vanished.
So I gained the courage to look for you this time.
I stepped out of my comfort zone into your path
Or your ally, and in searching.
I found you.
Kneeled over, hand out,
feeding and tending to a new.
So I went back, and stayed where you found me,
Sad, lost looking for a home.
But there's no love for us.
Ally Cats
Poetic Justice.
Love is not just a verb.
It's the way your eyes blind me.
Like Floodlights in the ocean.
Blood does not.
Make you family.
Salt and sugar are twins too.
All the money isn’t good.
Just because it's within your reach doesn’t mean, there are no consequences for taking it.
Friends aren't forever.
The same knife you crafted together won't be as glorious,
Piercing your spine.
Love is not just a verb.
Poetic Justice.
