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 Jul 28 Kalliope
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
I should’ve
waited
for someone
like
her to
come
into my
life.
When I think of you
I sink to the floor
the only place where my mind
forgets your lie

imagining your voice
looking up
and out the window
I feel your warm embrace

then the clouds come through
and I'm again reminded
of the love
we never had
 Jul 28 Kalliope
nevaeh
I think you're beautiful
In a way I've never experienced beauty before
 Jul 28 Kalliope
LadyM
Moments
 Jul 28 Kalliope
LadyM
You asked me
if there ever was a moment
when I wanted to leave you,
and truthfully,
yes,
there was.

But not a day has passed
that you didn't cross my mind.

People say that in this world
we are all just trying to find
true love,
one of a kind,
and all it takes
is just one glance,
but I believe it's much more
than a lucky chance-

countless moments...

each one a memory
frozen in time

all these moments,
like a mosaic
(too many to count)

in this enormous amount
all I see
is the big picture
and it is the most beautiful artwork
I have ever seen.
That is the art of falling in love
The rain
when it came
was not unexpected
soft at first
then larger drops
falling music
dancing puddles
ignored in a rush of passers by
I stayed to the end
and heard it all
that orchestra of sky
There are few absolutes.
Even less that speak as true,
To the golden hues of bygone ages
Or savage whirlpools of our youth.
We were born and we shall die
Shackled to these certainties
Eternal pirouettes of life.
Yet in the doubt we are alive,
A parable of the possible,
The probable or the just might.
Existence in the absence
Between two points of light.
In the uncertain we survive,
A ripple in the darkness,
A dream within the night.
 Jul 28 Kalliope
ghost man
it's been cloudy for so long,
she thinks, as her head falls back,
squinting up at the tear in the sky,
she almost doesn't recognize the city
without its hat on.
Used to losing when victory is at grasp
Used to pain like being stung by a wasp
Being alone became my second nature
I believe it is bleak, my present and future

I'm a pushover, I was told
Too cowardly to leave this world
Yet too tired to live it fully day by day
I am currently... currently stuck in the grey

Yet to find color, yet to see the sights
Everyday losing the will to survive my fights
The grey has consumed me through and through
Troubled is my mind, and my spirit launched a coup

Black and white combined, apathy the result
Nothing matters, neither affected by praise nor insult
Inspiration is but a 3:00 am musing
Gone by day, I wake up with alarms snoozing
 Jul 28 Kalliope
Sythin Voxe
It’s in the rain,
It’s in the sunshine,
It’s in the dewdrops on the roof.

It’s in the tall grass
When the wind blows
That’s all I need as proof.

It’s in the clouds above,
The ground below,
The red of leaves,
The white of snow,
The violent ocean,
The mellow stream,
It’s in everything it seems.

Your eyes

Your face

In every place.
I miss you so much constantly.
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