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 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Pax
6w
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Pax
6w
there's truth in your
beautiful
lie.

there's a story
in few
w
o
r
d
s.


six word story.
#6w
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Mohd Arshad
Everywhere
Talent is waiting to be shone, to be honoured
Notes (optional)
WHEN I LOOK BACK AT YESTERDAY
I KNOW
I NEED TO FORGIVE FOR TODAY

IT DOESN'T MATTER
WHAT YOU SAID THE OTHER DAY
I KNOW
I NEED TO FORGIVE FOR TODAY

SOMETIMES WE DON'T KNOW
HOW TO LIVE
FORGIVE FOR TODAY
FORGIVE FOR TODAY

I GIVE MYSELF TO FORGIVE
I DON'T WANT ANGER OR SADNESS
SOMETIMES WE DON'T  KNOW HOW TO LIVE

I NEED TO FORGIVE FOR TODAY
I NEED TO FORGIVE FOR TODAY
I NEED TO FORGIVE FOR TODAY
I NEED TO FORGIVE FOR TODAY

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU
SAID THE OTHER DAY
TO LOVE SOMEONE IS TO FORGIVE
FOR TODAY

WHEN I LOOK BACK AT YESTERDAY
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAID
THE OTHER DAY
I NEED TO FORGIVE FOR TODAY
SOMETIMES WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO LIVE

''FORGIVE FOR TODAY''
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
AB
Morning
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
AB
No sun shine today.
Grey and dull
And cold.

A light snow,
A single bird,
This place is frozen in time.
Winter has finally hit us.

So long, we've hidden in warm weather,
Now free of those constraints.
The cold brings us out of hiding.
To roam the world again.
Winter things we are.

Morning brings us forth to you.
I had this weird idea of some kind of winter monsters that can only come forth in very low temps. Where I live we've had unseasonably warm weather; this morning the temp is 5 degrees.
I was never poet until I met you,
Met you in that night with a beautiful view,
Talked for hours and hours,
Until the light has devoured the darkness.

Then I started to feel something,
Something that's been upwelling,
I don't understand the meaning,
Of this lingering hot feeling in my chest.

So I started writing poems for you,
Or else my heart will feel blue,
Cause writing for you,
Is the only thing that I could  do.

So i was never really poet,
I prefer singing with you in a duet,
But I know that I can never do it,
So I ended being this poem's poet.
If I know of but only one thing to be true..
It is that I am more myself when I am with you.
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Mike Essig
I vaguely recall
whole nights of deep
refreshing slumber,
waking renewed
and ready.
Now, every morning,
I stumble into
consciousness
from an
exhausting welter
of dreams and demons
wondering who
you must ****
to get a single,
decent night of sleep
around here?
- mce
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Snow flake
The man is swimming
Under the cool stream
Love at first sight
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