Poetic License: August 2001 Online Poetry Journal

Untitled
by Zeke

"Childhood"
by Sarah Bonifacio

"That Beat, I Hear It"
by Megan Diamondstein

Untitled
by A.M. Smith

Relic (Memento)
by Ramon Contrera

Untouchable Face
by Daniel Sanders

Untitled
by Farrah Fidler

Creeping Light
by VB

unfamiliar ceiling
by Taneka Stotts

A Lost Love
by P. Withers

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A Lost Love
by P. Withers

Once we met a spark was struck, a new page in the book began.
As I gazed upon you over the room. My heart became a source of never ending
pain, as the page inflicted papercuts.
The feelings of which I could not escape clouded my horizon, truly you were
my sun.
For as the sun rose, my heart would be the moon,
Always in pursuit across the sky but keeping distance.

For if I was the moon, and you were the sun.
Then the time of Eclipse, was blessed and praised by me.
But my cowardness to enlighten you made me a flightless bird.
Unable to reach the heavens, of which you sailed across each day.
Your casual actions cast fire upon the crater set in my heart.
I would truly never receive what I have passed.

As the Eclipse began to fade, distance became more common place.
I watched you from afar, while your actions pulled me back to Earth.
Your existence became a shadow on my heart, impacting the crater left on its
surface.
Truly I was set in an ocean of sorrow and regret.
An Ocean which like ice, would never sail me to you.

For my heart would always float, towards the sun.
For all eternity, or mortal span.
Yet the sun would always set, casting my heart into darkness.
Lonely startlight my only friend.
Illuminating what was once a page, love had been written on.
Upon a page that love was still being written on,
Upon a page that blew away,
as I watched you from across the room.