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 Dec 2016 bless
Anna Falls
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 Dec 2016 bless
Anna Falls
Why is it so hard to write poetry when I'm happy?
When I'm content?
When I'm gloriously in love?

Is it a requirement that I be in rage, in sorrow, in pain?
Drunk? High? Comatose?

Can I just not find the right words to describe my feelings?
Or maybe I don't need this outlet when I'm happy. I don't need to cut my emotions from my chest and attach them to words. I want my emotions here with me.
 Dec 2016 bless
zelda rangel
viii
 Dec 2016 bless
zelda rangel
do you mind
if i
tuck you in this heart
don't you know it's falling apart?
just for tonight

do you mind
if i
kiss you in the dark
i have too many quotations mark
in my mind

so do you mind?
this is actually from a song i compose but anyw, i love this and i hope u do too
 Dec 2016 bless
Sam Ciel
Melissande
 Dec 2016 bless
Sam Ciel
Drunk on love
Is a phrase I have never understood
Until now

It's the way you say lollipop
It's the minute bobbing of your hair when you laugh
It's your ability to fluster me and leave me speechless when I normally pride myself in my rapport and
I wonder what you're thinking right now
Is any of it the same?
It's your curiosity and your genuine soul and spirit and your tentativeness and your fear and

It's that the whites of your eyes
Remind me of home
Sun kissed skies
And a longing to roam
The horizon

There's a familiarity and I get a pit in my stomach that tells me I miss you.
I notice the difference when I reminisce, you-
The difference is, you don't smell like cow ****.

You smell like crisp morning rain
And bath salts.

I don't actually know your scent.
What I meant
Is that I'm calmed by the crashing of rain
And the other supposedly drives you insane.

You provide me with both:
An overwhelming peace
And an ever-growing crease in the folds of my mind
As I try to rewind
To the first time I met you.
Burned into my brain: the first time you set two
Boisterous, beautiful, brown gold orbs
Patiently on mine as you tried to absorb
All of the pieces of me
Contrast and contour
Not one fault ignored.
And by no fault of yours,
You sat and you listened
As sunbeams glistened
And my heart raced
And my mind doted
A smile donned your face
And my emotions exploded
Amidst this maelstrom of noise
These powerful currents
Distant echoes grew poised
And struck me recurrent

And your laughter sprang forth
From your buttercream smile.

Time slowed, and I thought: please stay for a while.

Residual raindrops grew reluctantly silent
The insecurities of my ever-racing mind resided
Dim in comparison to the fervor you'd quelled and excited

I could feel my legs keel and go weak
When you returned stolen breaths as you started to speak

And they told me to "be careful"
And "not to fall too fast"
But this vertigo feels lovely
And I'd rather it would last.
A joy to me.

As always, keep writing.
-Sam Ciel
~♢~☆~♢~

A kiss of breath
This delight,
To inhale twilight.
Ride the nightlight to the stars.

To kiss the breath within
each moment
Free from introspection,
doubt and regrets.
It is here, I yearn to dwell.

No fear of neglect.
No fear of offense.
No fear of fear.

Yet, ever vigil,
to a slight variance of mood.
Of circumstance.
Of changes that determine
outcomes and future.

Fear of loss.
Fear of rejection.
Fear of fear.

I succomb to this perception.
Live in accordance
within the rules and structure
that appear to maintain order  
to each of my days

Yet I await, with anticipation...
To kiss the breath within
each moment

This delight.
To inhale twilight.
Ride the nightlight to the stars

~♢~☆~♢~**

Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
❣ An honor, ThankYou ❣
A group of black clouds
gathered,
they had come to be together -
for the blue sky, had sadly,
just passed away,

The Sun
switched its warm,
radiant, bright light off -
paying respect to the memory
of another lost,
perfect Summer's day.

Heaven's gates stood
with arms wide open,
Heaven
flooded the grounds
below
with heavy,
warm tears of rain,

Upon these warm tears stopping,
A delightful,
sensationally bright,
hope-filled, 
glowing rainbow
miraculously came forth -
A sign
that Summer's rain—Heaven's warm tears,
were not, at all, in vain.

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Dec 2016 bless
Kate Burton
Sabi nila, lahat ay nangyayari sa tamang panahon,
Ngunit hindi ko na maalala ang huling beses na sumang ayon ang tadhana sa akin
Minsan nag dududa na ako kung may tamang panahon pa nga ba
Ilang sakit pa ba ang kailangan tiisin bago matamasan iyon?

Nung nakilala kita, akala ko tama na, akala ko ayun na
Akala ko ang tamang panahon ay naririto na
Ngunit hindi parin pala
Sa puso mo'y may nagmamay-ari na pala

Wala akong ibang magawa kundi ang palayain ka
Hanggang ngayon hindi ko parin maintindihan
Kung bakit pinag tatagpo ang dalawang pusong pipigilan din naman
Ito na ata ang pinaka masakit sa lahat, ang pigilan ang nararamdaman

Ilang paalam pa ba?
Ilang pag papa-raya pa?
Ilang pag titiis pa upang magawa lamang ang tama?
Ilang luha pa ang kailangan pumatak sa aking mata?

Kailan kaya maranasan at maramdaman ang saya
Yung saya na nananatili hanggang sa pag gising mo kinabukasan
Hindi ko alam kung kelan ang huli
Huling beses na masasaktan ako bago ko maranasan maging masaya
 Dec 2016 bless
Bleurose
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 Dec 2016 bless
Bleurose
How strange that a child of the spring
is akin to a prince of ice...
two people so different share the same sadness
 Dec 2016 bless
Bleurose
There's a train station just down the road
if I could only put a foot
in front of
the other.

Time passes too quickly
allowing my body and it's will
to survive - holding me back against the bed.
I'm meant to be the pilot. Me.

My soul is now  only the means to an end,
and I'm too tired to object, heavy, hanging by strings.
If only I could break free for a moment...


There's a train station just down the road.
 Dec 2016 bless
Ramin Ara
The tragedy of life
Isn't death
But what we let
Die inside of us
while we live
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