Amelie Ison

Well, all the yellow paint that you consume
Will not paint happiness inside you.
A splash of paint on your internal organs
Will not brighten up you like it brightens up your walls,
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The silhouettes are all that remain:
There is nothing left of them
But the memories that have faded over the years.
From generation to generation,
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I may not be your cup of tea
But I am your tenth shot of tequila.
We are made to be together
One way or another.
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There is a crow that always follows me:
A master of shadow—
His dark black wings full of mystery and evil;
His cunning dots for eyes.
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I watched a dog sweep across the land where no man stands;
So delicate in his every step—
He manoeuvred across it with a strange familiarity:
The mud to him was not a problem,
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-For Burns

Hanging from its branches,
The tree bears them like glorious fruits—
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-For Hades, the crow

We put you up high so the cats can't get you,
But it is futile: you will die anyway.
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You are the Bringer Of Life:
The one who spreads the seeds of Mother Nature—
But when The Darkness beckons you to follow,
You must heed its call to die at last.
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-To my friends (who are not poets)

How can you not be a poet?
Let me understand:
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A poem is someone's soul on paper:
It emits a feeling,

Perhaps of great rage or warmth or sadness—
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Our silent heroes:

The animals who served us
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Man cannot surpass dying—
He cannot live past his own death.
Power fades and falls. Like the tide,
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I know what they are doing,
As they carry me to the car—
I have thought many times upon this moment;
As I know you have too.
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If I were a lamb,
I would be a favourite of the priest's.

I, being so docile and so sweet,
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I have taken pictures
Of a perfect summer's day;
Flowers, alive and new, in spring;
An elephant, majestic and proud, staring at me.
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Somewhere, deep in a cave, an unknown creature is born.
It will open its eyes to be called ungodly;
Yet, through a mother's eyes, it is beautiful.
The way it steps timidly on unsteady legs,
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Who knows who he is; how old he is?
He is older than me, I know that:
He is an ancient being. I am certain
He must be omnipotent and omnipresent;
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'Every time it rains, I think of you, '
That's what Anonymous said—
Too afraid to say it to your face
Because it's already too late:
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The mother did not want to eat her young—
Her bloodline; her babies; her sweet devotions—
But she was forced to make a great sacrifice
To keep herself going strong.
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Would you remember me
When there's not much of me left?
When I'm faded,
Like a rock chipped away by erosion.
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