Amelie Ison

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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-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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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 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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Our silent heroes:

The animals who served us
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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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When you can no longer walk up the stairs,
I will carry you to bed. My darling friend,
I will cradle you in my arms so you can feel my heartbeat—
Beating strong. It will light the fire within you to carry on.
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Why do people fear the pitbull
When the chihuahua is the most terrifying of them all?
But what makes a chihuahua so terrible
When it is so small?
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The best poets lived a hundred years ago—
They ate fruits from trees of words,
And drank from lakes of structure.
They had bones made from song
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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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Somewhere, deep in a cave, an unknown creature is born.
It will open its eyes to the harsh realities to be called ungodly;
Yet, through a mothers eyes, it is beautiful in its very design.
The way it moves and blinks and steps unsteadily on new 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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I watched a dog sweep across the land where no man stands:
So delicate in his every step. He manoeuvred across it
With very little fault, and he didn't worry for the mud
That clung his feet like a monster primed to attack.
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Wow, death really is so final.
To think, that in death, you'd close your eyes
To never open them again. How
Can anyone sleep knowing it might be their last?
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There is a wolf that watches over me—
I don't know if he is a friend, or if he is foe.
He watches me from afar (silently; peacefully) :
He does not mean to wish me any harm.
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You sit above me, on the throne of the world.
Our leader, no dispute as to who is in charge
But the fear of your hooked head and hooked feet:
It chases us even as we sleep.
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At night, I see a man walking.
He is wandering down the country lanes and along a dark road—
He does not know where he is going
And he walks without purpose nor pride.
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