Amelie Ison Poems

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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Let the ground have my body
So I can play hide and seek one last time.
Let the worms eat my flesh
So my death brings about something good.
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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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