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 Jul 2015 Aniron
ryn
Derelict
 Jul 2015 Aniron
ryn
I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon.
She guards the night sky...
While I patrol these grounds...
Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon.

I am a vessel... all emptied and barren.
what once was full,
now echoes faint
the glories of yesteryears.
Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen.

I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own.
Immortalised...
Anchored...
to a body of mist and haze...
Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown...

I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms.
Hope etched tight
into my knackered knuckles
and calloused digits.
Please... take them in yours...
soothe them...
grant me your touch, your coveted balm.
 Jul 2015 Aniron
mk
too many poems
too many poets
describing the
same **** feelings
and yet
throughout the centuries
none of us
have ever found
the right words
// spent my whole life tryna put it into words //

thank you so much for the daily ♡
 Jul 2015 Aniron
lucy winters
I enjoy distance
Long drives with no destination
Music blaring,  miles growing

I enjoy distance
Long walks to nowhere
The peace calms my restless soul

I enjoy distance
Little steps each day
Away from difficult situations

I enjoy distance
Between people and places
And me

I enjoy distance
It gives perspective
Emancipation

I enjoy distance
I also enjoy coming home
When distance has run its course
I followed the shadows of the past,
I followed the silent screams,
I followed the murmur of malice,
I followed the tickle of peace,
I followed a familiar scent,
I followed the farewell nite bade,
I followed the promising kiss of dawn,
I followed the gentle caress of the bygone,
I followed a fading memoir,
I followed a vicious meander,
I followed the imprints hope left,
I followed the haunt of the undead,
I followed an illusion back to me.....
 Jul 2015 Aniron
cheryl love
All day he nibbles, and for Sunday lunch
does nothing but crunch and then munch.
The caterpillar, as strong as an ox
as sly as the old red fox on a Christmas box.
He wants all the trimmings like roasted beef
to munch with his white cabbage leaf.
But what on earth does that matter
all he wants to do in life is to get fatter.
But then the fairy of everything good brings
me a beautiful butterfly with silky wings.
 Jul 2015 Aniron
Sourodeep
In depths we dive
the sun we trust
till we hit the rocks
and get shattered to dust

holding our breath
the pressure gets worst
this mighty sea has never
quenched anyone's thirst
 Jul 2015 Aniron
Nobody's
You are the farthest place away from me,
And you can still break my heart everyday.
 Jul 2015 Aniron
beth fwoah dream
daughter of the light,
the whispering sea
carrying the wind like
a bird of air,
the water ageless and eternal,
dark as a winter cloud,
light as a summer rose.
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