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 Jul 2015 blythe
Liz And Lilacs
It is my theory
that we are all connected.
From the thread around your finger
to the ribbon on her wrist
and the rope tightened on my neck.
Every action has a consequence,
because when you pull on the string;
*something unravels.
 Jul 2015 blythe
Kelley A Vinal
Underneath moon dust
Lies a glimmer of lost hope
Igniting space dreams

One day we will merge
We will be a nebula
And a red dwarf too

Heat death is so far
That for now, I am happy
To be a planet
 Jul 2015 blythe
Hyacinth
As my pen strides the paper
All my emotions rush through my fingers
I find it hard to suppress them
The feeling of nostalgia still lingers

From yore I know nothing
But anything besides this art
The tendency of melancholy
Continues to tear me apart

May it be problems or pleasure
I'm really not that sure
The art of poetry for me is nothing
But now this is what I long to procure

The girl I love shone a light for me
That poetry isn't just about rhymes
At present I am still loving it
Like a child who's writing for the first time
Dedicated to my one true love (^_-) <3
 Jul 2015 blythe
Hyacinth
Here I stand and stare
At the moon so bright
With a dazzling beam
That illuminates the night

With a soothing breeze
That caresses my skin
Whispering in my ear
What's behind thy smile?

I start to elucidate
In my mind I'm elated
Saw her soulful eyes
Again, I almost fainted

Dilated with blithe
Her eyes gleam with wonder
Filled with innocence
Like stars in the blue yonder

Our chat was intercepted
By the two hands on my watch
It's 15 minutes pass midnight
My forty winks I need to catch
Dedicated to my one true love (^_-) <3
 Jul 2015 blythe
devante moore
If you can forgive love can truly live
Letting go of what scared your past
Clears out your walking path
Holding on is a poison that destroys you
Corrosive
Deteriorating your heart
A venom immune to any cure
Forgive
Lifting the straps holding you down
Your bound no more
Only when you forgive can you truly love
Only if you can forgive
 Jul 2015 blythe
Kenshō
Refuge
 Jul 2015 blythe
Kenshō
I care not for the currents of the world.
Many a time have I seen them pass like a drifting sound.
Save yourself the blabbering and plant yourself remote.
Demons cannot scream when no one's around.
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Falling into the eyes of the wise
Where blinds are pulled into the lies
Told by the blind who can see through
The disguise of the soul called home
With nowhere to go and burning visions
Of disastrous decisions made of truth
Secrets told void of proof and ruthless clues
All pointing to the death of the deaf
Who heard there was nothing to prove
No sins committed out of kindness
Hold any fondness from the innocent at heart
Whose shards and shattered parts collect dust
Upon the relevance of lust and love
With a weakness and craving for the below
Because the above has nothing to show
Nowhere to go in the minds of the irrelevant
And mindless arrogance of the righteous
With evidence against the likeness of violence
Yet, the morally adept find time to change the minds
Of every kind of sin felt towards the blind and deaf
With ears and eyes to hear and see through the lies
About the so called wise after their deaths
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