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Aug 2015 Tree

ryn

Awake this day...
And never fear.
I believe...
everything would be much clearer.
This day more than most...

For this day...
And everyday forward,
the sun would rise in haste to propose a toast...
to the undoubtedly most significant people...

in my heart...

The moon would pull on the tides...
My thoughts and well wishes on waves they ride,
racing to farthest reaches of your recluse.

Just so this day you'd know
More than most days would show...
That my belief will withstand the fires of a hundred guns.
That my love would blaze with the fury of a thousand suns.

Know that,
this day the planets and stars finally would inherit their orbit true.

This day...
And everyday forth...

the universe would and must revolve around you.

For the writers who've left...

#everyday #hellopoetry107

Aug 2015 Tree

My Eyes to Slava My Seamstress

Aug 2015 Tree

MR

My Eyes to Slava My Seamstress

My eyes to Slava my seamstress say,

"I'm begging you,
sew me a new skin
here
in your living room
to hold me together now
because I can't seem to anymore...

Dear Slava,
I know you know,
how the thoughts inside me
are crazed,
you've known my childhood days &
it's not me here.
Who's this dead thing in the living room?

I feel the bones inside me,
they're too loose.
You see me falling apart,
these eyes of mine the noose.
Catch me dear friend,
from myself!
I'm begging you,
change this stitch in time
for me?

#eatingdisorder #anorexia #selfharm #childhood #tailor #russian #needles #sewing #seamstress #slava

Aug 2015 Tree

To Earthward

Aug 2015 Tree

Robert Frost

To Earthward

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of—was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

Aug 2015 Tree

Flame Left Untold

Aug 2015 Tree

Thomas M Franey

Flame Left Untold

We move apart, disappear, look down,
We fight, argue, hurt, cry, and ignore.
We then smile, talk, laugh, feel the pain of the other,
Our thoughts are always in our heart, bad or good,
I just know it's a special bond, toxic or not, I feel you the most.

We have wondered why things happen,
We always sought reason to madness and guilt,
Why did our paths meet, and our hearts sang?
Why were we scared to move forward or back?
We sometimes cry because of our bond, and we cry because we miss it.
We Are what we are, and only that, special flame left untold, as for I, my love is unconditional.

Something i have been thinking about in last few days.

#love #anger #sadness #cry #miss #deceit #makeup #flame

Aug 2015 Tree

Adrift

Aug 2015 Tree

ryn

Adrift

.
Adrift...
Time has no hold over these
currents that carry me.
Coursing over this seemingly
endless journey.
Caressed and nudged
by an invisible hand...
Perhaps my grave awaits below...
Where light is swallowed
and is too afraid to show.
The desolate demeanor
of the submerged tombless land.

Adrift...
Blind to what lays in store...
Oblivious to...
The faint whispers of a distant shore.
The mythical horizon is but a dream,
worthy only to the steadfast
and the resilient.
Not to those who'd fray at the seams.

Adrift...
Ripples amass and finally cresting.
Wake up... Waves are breaking.
The sand beckons bearing open arms
to home and sanctuary.
I glance back to
the calm of the watery plain.
My feet aren't ready to be received by
the grit and grain.
I'd like to linger here...
In the water, with the shore so near.
For I've longed and travelled far...
but
I'm still not yet ready...
.

#adrift #hellopoetry107 #journeyhome