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  Dec 2018 Aylin Belrose
winter sakuras
There is such a place, you know--
one that transcends time and space
and visions of what you're supposed to resemble,
and the limits placed by the digits
of your mortal age.

I can feel the presence of it
in my bones,
where the sky is never ending and liberated
and the sun and moon
can openly converse and love and exist,
without the rules of superiors
who like tragic love stories and twisted histories.

Whatever you decide to do, whatever you decide to feel,
there are no restraints
to keep you from the prospects of flying,
or dreaming,
or embracing things that you had to
let go of in another existence.

There is no fear, confusion, or awkwardness,
no doubts of not belonging,
of not deserving to exist in such a place
where your soul can be pure,
and being able to thrive
without having to try so hard
anymore.

You don't have to try anymore to
be a good person,
because you are one.
You don't have to struggle to hold on to yourself,
you don't have to feign ignorance
or enlightenment.

You can breathe and smile openly,
and every smile is so breathtakingly beautiful that
you glow and transcend above all heavens
and insecurities.

The ground is soft and supportive,
giving way to your feet, that no longer
feel so tired and heavy from having to labor to live,
or from constantly running away
from demons and voices
that tear at your conscience and soul.

No, you can now feel as light as air itself,
soft feet running on sunkissed clouds that
formed from tears of happiness.

When it rains,
you don't have to take cover
for it has already washed away all your sorrows and guilts,
guilts in the forms of hot, suppressed tears
in the failures of your lost ambitions
and stolen discoveries,
guilt from turning away, even when someone
asked you for help.

You can forever venture out here,
to unknown, misty, thriving islands and majestic palaces
far away,
you can do things you never got to do,
for you don't have to pretend
to be someone you aren't.

You don't have to live each day questioning
every single telltale of life.

You don't have to wonder anymore
about why the world can be
such a cruel place,
no matter how many rays of hope
reach into the darkness.

You don't have to wonder anymore,
because here
such misery does not exist,
and the ruins of a good soul
dance as a renewed, enlightened being again.

Above all,
you don't have to live someone else's life
because here, you find yourself
over and over
and over again.
07/09/18

The Green of this particular Nirvana is a component that allows you to love and live freely, with no restrictions or heaviness of people weighed down by the world, and themselves.

Here, you are liberated from the faults of others, and the faults of yourself in a time and place where you were ignorant and lost.

Here, there is no society to degrade you. You can exist solely in harmony with nature.

Edit: Wow, I can't believe this poem got chosen to be the Poem of the Day! I've never received so many likes, comments, and feedback on any of my poems, so I feel overwhelmed, but very happy. Thank you for taking the time to read my words; it really means alot to me <3 <3
Aylin Belrose Apr 2017
soft chords
makes me melt
soprano
alto
voices twirl together
like ribbons
like sunlight
in water
beautiful
hopeful
reminds me
of the past
i cry
the pain is just as strong
as ever
immersed in memory
plunged into icy waters
frozen in time
all because
of those
soft chords
  Mar 2017 Aylin Belrose
Gidgette
I was in the cemetery again, this noon
Dandelion graves and lost stones
Dwelling atop a hidden hill
Deep within the pines
Not my cemetery
Not ancient
I laid
Upon a certain grave
It had my name
Amanda
One of only two stones with
Still visible words
Unwashed by
Time
She was only 17, passing
Married, buried
With child
Baby
A long lost to time
Child bride
Of the
1800's
For her to be in that particular cemetery
She had to be a soldiers wife
Confederate, rebel
I mourned her
The stone residing next to hers
was worn by wind and time
A dandelion grave
~A
Cemeteries are a morbid habit of mine. The particular cemetary I speak of here, is called Boot Hill. A civil war cemetery. Amanda's grave was one of very few female graves I've found in war graveyards. Her stone said,"With her child." And indeed, as early as it is in this season, that cemetery was covered with dandelions.
  Mar 2017 Aylin Belrose
Druzzayne Rika
Poetry connect lives ,
each word
fill a canvas with
different shades .
It draws the outline
of many emotions .
The art drafts
the stories of lives
people all around the world
Aylin Belrose Mar 2017
fallen love
disappears from sight
gone from view
I'm left alone
nothing to fight for

fallen love
I desperately look for
before I bleed out
searching for soul
nothing

fallen love
fell off the mighty steed of truth
true colors show
bright as daylight

fallen love
I once loved
now I'm alone
trying to survive
where were you
when I needed you
when I was left to die
when thr bleeding hearts of some
and the shattered remains of others
screamed for you

it's too late
we are gone

fallen love
beautiful
pure
once
now just gone

fallen love
You poets are awesome. Never stop writing. :)
Aylin Belrose Mar 2017
She stares at the horizon,
the orange of the sunset flashes
in her chocolate eyes.
And wishes for one thing.

He watches the moon,
the glow illuminating his hair,
setting it on fire.
And dreams of one thing.

Too ugly.
Too overweight.
Too shy.
Too quiet.
Too serious.
He couldn't like me.
Nobody could.

Too annoying.
Too loud.
Too unpleasant.
Too over-the-top.
Too easy going.
Why would she like me?
Nobody could.

Their wishes,
together like the sun and moon,
the stars and sky,
light and dark,
twirled together,
like snow and wind.

But they were wishes.
Thank you for all the kind comments I got about "sorrow"! :) Have a great day/night whoever is reading this!
Aylin Belrose Mar 2017
my sorrow
like the ocean
fills my world
i can’t see
anything but blue
my favorite color
now my enemy
led by fate

slowly
sinking
falling
help
i scream
no one’s around

i fall
endlessly
grasping at sunlight
beautiful gold
mixing with ribbons of blue

i could fall
let go
but more is worth
a moment of pain
so i claw
back up

im burning
on fire
smoky black surrounds me
but i survive

the blue may be back
pushing me down
once again
but it’s ok
i am stronger than it knows

this time
i will find
my way to the surface
and onto the shore

for i am stronger
than
my sorrow
This is my first poem. How is it?

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