zowie conway
zowie conway
Oct 23, 2013      Oct 24, 2013

Resistance is a weed stunting the possibilities of us, our nature,
and the sun that resides in us all.
When we let go
we always move forwards.
And when we hurt we grow,
we heighten,
to a place that isn't initially seen,
as holding on doesn't want to recognise
you're no longer there.
The illusion of resistance crumbles
when we empty our hands,
when our hearts tell our minds
Just let go,
here we regain the power of trust,
of faith,
and the wild playground of our lives
prove joyful again.
To extend out with all we have
knowing this reach has reversed equally.
Dropping the weight like a stone
surrendering in the sea of life,
expanding further still as we sink,
knowing that holding on to that
which resists so much
is not ours to be held,
we are not to remain stunted
in a state of tug of war.
life around us says so,
we are to learn and beautify
as we rise,
as we fall
We mustn't resist.
And so we are,
so we shall be
free.

"Photosynthesis"
Shandel Pruitt
Sep 12, 2009

look at me
i'm growing
& blooming
my mind is
expansive
encompassing
the light
the dark
converting them
to energy
to fuel
my dreams
through
a process
called
"Photosynthesis"

D Lep
D Lep
Feb 27, 2012

Restless, restless
Exhaling a thousand sighs.
My wasted breath
this rotting fruit.
The seeds won't germinate
and I won't sleep.
Have the vines
choke 'til slumber.

Klara L
Klara L
Mar 12, 2014

I felt the leaves
on my tree
grow stronger
in your light
you should've warned me
that I shouldn't become
dependent of you
you should've warned me
that lights go out.

the titles are the only part of my poetry that I actually like ugh
the lone sea wolf
the lone sea wolf
Jan 8      Jan 9

once in a while,
love changes form
it turns from a sweet sunrise
to a sad sunset
a beautiful love song
to a melancholic tune
and though love hurts
when it changes forms
love will always be love
through the rain and fire
love prevails the change in intensity
and that's what I learned the day I learned
to let my anger,
go.

#love   #heartbreak   #sad  
Alexis Martin
Alexis Martin
Jul 15, 2012

I want to sit in the soil
until my veins transform into roots
and reach through the Earth
clinging to nutrients
thriving
slowly my skin becomes petals
opening with the rise of each new day
basking in the glow of the sun
infinite

I want to sit in a jar
that you placed on your bedside table
on a warm summer afternoon
reminding you that I am forever yours
captured
but as I slowly wilt and wither away
and you begin to lose interest in me
you will find a new love to call home
replaced

Iris Roo
Iris Roo
Sep 19, 2014

tumbling trees and bumbling branches
leave it to me to weed through the circumstances
perhaps you reflect the mess of second glances
with these days all sideways I'm not much to take chances

I never felt like we were quiet
quite a perfect match
you leave it to me to unravel the riot
I leave it to you to deadly the catch

and you're next
and i'm next
and we're next
and he's next

and one day this will all be mine.

Despite his shields,
He lost his heart to sunshine
No sunblock ever made could block the rays
That warmed his body,
penetrated his soul

See the thing is
This was fated for him from the beginning
For how could a boy who lived his life in a cave
with nothing but cheap, artificial light
not fall in love with the sun?

Seduced by its heat,
consumed by its light
He wondered if the sun knew of his passion
He wished he could tell it
But he hadn’t yet learned the language of stars

He knew he could never go back
To a world without sunshine

He would stand, strong and stubborn
In the face of any storm
Through hail pelting his bare body
Staring down lightning without a wince
And winters that freeze his bones

Awaiting the return of sunshine
To peel back his skin and warm his heart once more

Just a boy of the dirt in love with the sun
And my God, he would fight for it.

For the girl who brings sunshine
#love   #truth   #sunshine  
Michael
Michael
Feb 17, 2014      Feb 17, 2014

I am an idle garden, and you are my gardener —clearing out all of my long dead, overgrown worries, making room for neglected words; everblooms shrouded beneath the tangled debris of fear. Your dedication and diligence has smoothed me out with gentle hands and has planted new hopes in a still-budding imagination; sharing all that you are so that one day I could hopefully, in some way, give back to you all the beautiful parts of you that have grown in me.

 
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