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 Jan 2017 silas
blue mercury
breezy
 Jan 2017 silas
blue mercury
you're the georgia sun
autumn's breeze
glow in the dark
sundays
saturdays

i feel
like a sproutling
wishing
wanting
swaying in the breeze
until i begin to rustle
 Jan 2017 silas
Eugene
When nature's mourn;
forest will burn,
oceans will rise,
the sun will not shines at daylight,
the moon will not lit in the night.

When nature's mourn;
the weather will stop,
the air will swarm,
the water will subside and power will shut down.

When nature's mourn,
other's will cry,
people will go mad,
religions will summon,
politics will rule.

When nature's mourn,
disrespect will increase,
honesty will lie,
and love will die...
 Jan 2017 silas
Ovi-Odiete
Nature has a loving smile,
it bears within her heart a rolling flame
it twists, it moves, even dancing
towards the nearest sea

Nature is friendly
All is lovely
if you stay with nature
you will ever intertwine

Nature has a loving smile,
ever beautiful
ever endowed
Nature has a loving tale.
Nature has a loving smile
 Jan 2017 silas
ally maková
DRUNK
 Jan 2017 silas
ally maková
I dream of your smile
upon my throat.

I dream of wine
trickling,
and you
kissing it.

I wake,
light-headed.
I love you-
You hate me.
I love the dark-
You Hate the dark.
I love talking to you-
You hate talking to me.
I love seeing your face-
You hate showing your face.

Why is it that I love everything you hate?
 Jan 2017 silas
Hannah
Goddess
 Jan 2017 silas
Hannah
I dreamt of you
in clouds of blue,
and woke
when the clock
struck two.
I looked to see you
through hues of violet,
standing in the springtime dew.
She was there above you
kissing you softly,
and calming your midnight woos.
She knows your desires,
and pulls at your heart
she is a goddess
to the darkness in you.
I can not compete
for your heart
she does keep
above with the
stars in the sky.
I know how you love her,
her beauty
like no other
I can see it in
your emerald eyes.
 Jan 2017 silas
theinvincible
Who needs
guns to **** when
you have words...?

What is more
deadly, my friend
a gun or a thought?

A gun gives you
the opportunity
but a thought
pulls the trigger...
There are plenty ways to die, but only love can **** and keep you alive to feel it.
 Jan 2017 silas
Graff1980
Untitled
 Jan 2017 silas
Graff1980
The devil has such brittle fingers,
long,
pointed,
calloused,
and sometimes bleeding
from his heated labors
from working the earth
just to savor
a slight taste of paradise
one apple from
God’s great garden
then die
unsatisfied
cause one lite bite
is never enough.
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