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Autumn's WanderThe fire of the autumn sunAutumn's Wander by ~skybluefeeling
burns against the grain,
of leaves scattered on shaded ground
beneath early morning rain.
Plaid shirts mixed with alcohol,
chapped lips against cold skin;
some dance among the daylight stars,
others fight with midnight's twin.
Lost within realms of ecstasy,
some cry with tears of gold,
and others wander, bruised and sore;
an immature soul gone old.
Drunk on life, they stagger,
some withered and some found,
the blinds of autumn are drawn,
the leaves swept from the ground.
The Soldier (the best friend)There were days whereThe Soldier (the best friend) by ~skybluefeeling
even the sun couldn't reach your smile.
The shower water couldn't
rinse away the happy tears,
of times that mattered,
of times that could be remembered.
I am youth trapped within an aging soul,
my skin has worn and stretched,
my veins no longer shadowed.
It hurts me that I miss you.
I should hate you, I should,
for the nights where alcohol was not
the cause of my sadness,
for the betrayal that you so carelessly
sung out like a ballad.
I was your soldier,
the one who marched on when the
battle was too strong -
but even soldiers fall down,
sometimes they don't make it home.
And what is to be done, I ask
Beggars and Fairies Wandering fae dances with the leavesBeggars and Fairies by ~skybluefeeling
in her hair and moonstone reflecting
in her eyes.
her hair, tinted lavender by the night,
glistens as the clouds hide behind
a morning that is no longer
a given.
a city clock strikes 2:38
and nobody really knows why,
but dogs cry in the farthest room we know
and all we can do
is listen
and hope.
{and a beggar keeps on begging,
his knuckles scrape off untouched grounds;
nobody knows his name}
but dancing fae knows he is there;
a man with no mask who is entirely
familiar yet the strangest being she's
never seen.
(and the morning doesn't come,
and the night doesn't last
-- but we're sti
Little TouchesLegs tangled togetherLittle Touches by ~skybluefeeling
like outstretched branches of a tree
that's lived so many lives that even
God can't read its stories.
My nose touches the beat of
your heart, and I feel a kind of warmth
and flurry of excitement --
like meeting a stranger for the first time,
like getting lost in a city where the sun never sets,
like dancing until dusk and running forever -
but you aren't a stranger to me.
The heat of your breath on my neck,
the feel of your fingertips
as they dance along my spine;
your touch, embracing every crevice within
me until I swear it can touch my soul.
I realise I've never felt so safe;
so protected in your arms
And I will do the same for you! Just, ya know, throw a rock at me here-or-there to remind me.
And thank you, you too. c: 
