Jill Shah Poems

'We are all in the gutter,
But some of us are looking at the stars' - Oscar Wilde

We are the ones that look to the stars.
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(This is partially in memorium to the many people who have died, either intentionally or on accident, by a fire recently)

Let the paintbrush of fire illustrate my life.
Bring the dripping heat down to my body.
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There once was a girl who lived in a garden amongst brambles

Along the side of a sunny green, gently-sloping hill covered in soft stones.
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As we walk down our obsidian pathways of life,
I see glowing, golden beams of light.
I go forward, eyes trained on the beams eagerly,
Only to find treasure that is not for me.
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The cold seeps through
Clothes and skin,
Numbing you to the bone.
You don't want to move another step.
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Pick one off of its support.
Throw it down a hill.
Go! Faster! Faster!
Oh fiersome, glowing suns.
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I once knew you, love.
We once created worlds, built
Just for us, to our specifications-
Worlds filled with intrigue, excitement,
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