Fifteen candles burn bright,
for the woman who taught me how to fight.
Fifteen memories plant a tree,
where we sat, and where I can now breathe.
These years have changed a man,
and I know only you can understand.
Sawyer S.
Tag: faith
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Seven, eight and nine.
I always thought the burden was mine.
She told me her name,
yet cried all the same.
Ten, eleven and twelve.
I can still hear sleigh bells
near to where the snow fell.Sawyer S.
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I Choose Life Always; handcarved by Dremel tool. -Sawyer S. I made this as I began my journey through grief. I can only hope the man I have become is nearly congurent to the values they once held themselves. Each name has and will remain a token of my eternal gratitude. These memories discipline the spirit of my person. For that, I love you all. I miss you dearly.
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“A Mug for You, Too.” By Sawyer S. “Feral Thought” is Addict Brain Poetry’s former pen name.
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My dear Sapphire Sophia,
with reservoir irises that have abandoned Autumn.
You cannot forgive what has already been forgotten.
Thorns blossom from the asphalt.
My dear Sapphire,
it was never our fault.
Sawyer S.
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Upon barren soil,
a single tulip blossoms;
resuscitation.
Sawyer S.
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If I ever have the chance of change,
I shall don this hood
and not puddle from rain.
Sawyer S.
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Puppeteer princess,
mercy, a Siren will sing.
Knot the noose of string.
Sawyer S.
Addict Brain Poetry by Sawyer 