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when the night quiets
I await my journey
moth wings against my window
delay the return
of my lucid dream
now paused upon the lip
of consciousness
light wind creates that comforting brush
of leaf and limb
and time
because the release of all things relative
stands still
we meet
first in colors
then in movement
all the lives
all the dreams I have lived
are here
encased in the majestic realm
of the dreamer
Oldie - slightly revised - revised again - too many ands and thes :)
 Apr 2018 Skye Marshmallow
lily
it seemed as if
my thoughts
became possessed
and i could no longer
think
of anything else
but you
-
and i don't know how
or why
but
suddenly
i found myself
swiftly descending
-
falling
and
falling
and
falling
and
falling
-
until i gracefully fell
-
into a magical place
called
love
-
and in love,
i fell with you
 Apr 2018 Skye Marshmallow
Lana D
The sky is a face full of freckles
My face is the sky
My arms extensions of the universe full of dotted lines
I look up and see myself, see my limbs stretch over the earth
Those freckles tell stories
Some have faded into the past
Others getting brighter before dimming out
As I get older the sky seems bigger
But it also seems more empty
Whole constellations clouded from view
No pictures to see
No movies on screen
My north star facing precession
And zodiacs shifting
The sky is a face
And my face is the sky
The sky is always changing
But still a star am I
We dance on the edges
Of our silhouetted frames
As if we were water
Dripping lightly
On empty window panes

But you were the dewdrops
Bringing life to the days
Drizzling slightly to bring
Rainbows diminishing the grays

And the first time
Your deep ocean eyes
Met with mine
I began to wonder
If you would've danced in the rain
Singing as I always did
Or if you would've hid under umbrellas,
Like the others, too afraid
Of the storm
I was born to be?
(I recently read this old poem and realized one of two things. One- this was one of the shorter poems of RH's I've read in a while and that Two- I remembered a couple years ago looking over RH's shoulder as she wrote the final draft to a novel she wrote with the title of the same name (which was no doubt inspired by this poem). I never found out if it were ever published but it was one of my favorite novels by her by far and do hope to read it again in the future. Thank you all for the support so far and Happy Writing! ~BM)

(Front Page 4/7/2018)
Capture consciousnesses,
implement into
an amalgamated
substrates' soup.
Dissolve dark
pigments, promote
all-consuming oxidation
to tear
through thoughts,
seal strands
with wishes
of overcoming
indulgences, individuality.

Beauty beyond
reason resonates
with withering
minds' molds.
Shape-shift self,
melt mercifully,
pretty please.

Evaporate every
free-spirited feeling,
despised dearly.
Free from
humble humanity,
an astonishing,
extravagant, empty,
splendid shell.
I've started writing this dizzy from fumes of all the chemicals that were used to dye my hair. (the poem isn't about me though)
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