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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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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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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All you left me was a feather—
The greatest goodbye I could ever receive.
And, hidden somewhere within its delicate intricacies, in every fibre;
Buried beneath the tiny atoms that make up who you are:
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I will grant you eternal life,
Something I don't have the power to give,
So long as you always look in my eyes
And never drop your gaze.
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How many times do you have to kill me
For my life to be over?
You have already put the knife in my back,
Must you bring the axe down on my neck?
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How many times do I have to kill you
Just for you to understand?
I am not the monster you pretend I am—
Your portrayal makes me sick—
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If someone spoke a different language to you,
Would you kill them?
If somebody worshipped a different god than you,
Would you kill them?
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