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The Thief of Joyyour sweet
adored
in a moment
thrilling
to sink in
-the eyes tell
devouring
time
and overthought-
she
and she
it (insufferable plague)-
with a twist of distance
difference or in-
a feeling not felt
the thief,
(unknown, hidden)
sneaking
stealing
comparison

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Of Time and Death... - Ghosts of Days Gone By Col.
Time stared at himself in the mirror of its own eternity
and sighed desperately
Death at moonlight carrying portions of his heart
little fragile capsules where the sands of immortality
were at drift... back and forward as sails lost with no wind
again and again... repeatedly, countlessly
embracing the irretrievable gift in her gelid hands
She looked so pale, so alone in the dark...
moving endlessly
If only... they could stop for a moment leave the responsibility
of being Time and Death and be more than mere objects of deniability
that feeling, screaming within... for once be free... to love
*K
MARCH
*Y
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ChangesWhat you see is what you get
is never enough for you... and you never let
me forget, with each breath
that I take... now, I'm aware and wide awake
Though is getting old, my face
is on the same place
where it's always been
and you're treating it like some kind of sin
running my skin
under your fingers and looking the other way
searching for more than just this... day to day
what can I say?
I can't change who I am... the things that I do
and make my heart work the way you need to
I can't change the facts, not will I want to
                      ...just to please you
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved. The KeyUse
the
Key
to
be
Someone
else
through
Poetry
Use
the
Key
to
be
Yourself
through
Poetry
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved. Flying Over...The blackbirds flew over the city limits
and over the mountain peaks
carrying silk ribbons on their yellow beaks.
Where do they go, leaving me behind?
I wish I was a ribbon or a feather,
lace or the weather on their wings
torn away from myself by the winds.
Did I have cried, did I asked?
To be as far away from me as possible,
be nothing at all, no where...
Can I be one of them... fly fast and be there?
Be lost somewhere?
Such levity and swiftness,
a castle in the darkness.
Such happiness and wilderness!
*K
MARCH
*Y
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