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everlasting love

 

when poet meets muse

their kisses are poetry;

everlasting love

~Melanie Thomason

4/7/19

 

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Mooning

Image by Epic Images from Pixabay

The full moon peeped through partial clouds

desperately trying to get a look at the couple below

wanting to bask in their light as they bask in the moon’s light

for the moon is no fool and she knows true love when she sees it

~Melanie Thomason

4/6/19

 

 

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shadow of what once was

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in fleeting kisses

our breaths mingle

hands once held tightly

have lost their grasp

still our lives are entwined

our love is still true

just a shadow

of what once was

~Melanie Thomason

4/6/19

 

 

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shining

you say it is the sunshine you crave
it is shining
you just can’t see it from your dark cave
you say you need the warmth, the light
it is shining
you just don’t give yourself the right
you’re not willing to go outside,
outside yourself, outside the “comfort”
of what you already know is no good for you
you say it is the sunshine you crave
and it is shining
as brightly for you as it ever was
if only you’d open your eyes,
your heart,
your mind

~Melanie Thomason

3/23/19

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мιdиιgнт вlυεѕ

ever have the мιdиιgнт вlυεѕ?

in the middle of the day?

ever figure what to do?

to chase мιdиιgнт вlυεѕ away?

~Melanie Thomason

3/23/19

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“who am I?!”

running madly into the forest

angry tears streaming down my face

i am repulsed but who i’ve let myself become

i scream “who am I?!”

raw vocal chords producing a sound unrecognizable

even to myself

the moon cast purple shadows over me

and i begin to hear it

a thousand voices chanting and singing

in languages older than time

softly at first them seemingly swelling around me, a symphony

and i feel the ache in my chest lessen

and i am soothed by the knowledge that they

still recognize me, that I am still me

and there is time yet to begin again

 

~Melanie Thomason

3/23/19

 

 

 

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butterfly scream

The

butterfly

screamed

­

the

pain

was

exquisite

­

illuminated

in

ultraviolet

brilliance

­

dying

in

beautiful

agony

~Melanie Thomason

3/4/19

 

 

 

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snow

a fresh blanket of white

covers a multitude of sins, injustices and dirt

and though out of sight

they always win, cause what you can’t see still can hurt.

~Melanie Thomason

3/4/19

 

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