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 May 2015 blythe
SøułSurvivør
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mist
separates
the
fabric
of
sky
and
sea

gulls
stitch
them
­together
again


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/24/2015
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The sea beneath
the sea within
the hollow feelings
from there to then

As the thought breaks
parts the clouds
As the light comes
within allowed

I touch your lips
you gentle thing
you touch my heart
oh hear it sing

The sun beneath
as far as be
the sea within
sets sails on wing

There go no
red day dawnings
there are no
red flag warnings

Only reflections on the iris
of the eye
only purest warmth
over oceans glide
~~
All had been removed
one by one
Take all!
But do not take away this little light
Open the window
Let the wind come

I will not protest any day
will not say against you
Even when I got empty I do not want to
Those yellow crops,
Fertile barren fields
all yours

Do not want to
Never ask you for anything expensive

But in return
I want to see those yellow marigolds,
The silver moonlit of the lonely moon
And a newly bloomed red rose,
The aroma of gardenia in the air
For my awaiting beloved,
So Let the wind come

I'll give you more!
The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma,
The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor,
Gold, precious locket,
Antics-
The Diamond Crown
– All -

But want to return
My beloved's smile which has taken from
The golden shining day where I had left her
The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays
My lost grasshopper

Lost love Song
My mother's simple smile,
The paper boats of my springtime,
My grandma's fairytale
And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath

Where my kites of dreams fly
Dances with Seven colors of love
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
I don't know what to say anymore
Its like no matter what I want it never happens
Yellow sunshine sad
almost glad
almost . . . .

I can feel you touching me
after all these years
I wonder how you are feeling now
I wonder where you are

Behind which star are you hiding
are we playing hide and seek ?

25 years ago gone , goodbye
Like a knife to my heart

But I bleed not . . .
Long ago . . .
Lost the last drop ,
a long time ago
 May 2015 blythe
Chris
.

I want you to know
I will always love you
When you are happy
When you are blue

When you are sleeping
When you are not
When it is winter
When it is hot

Out on a picnic
Sitting inside
Swinging on swings
Sliding on slides

If it is raining
If you are wet
I will always love you
That you can bet

If in a sailboat
Or in a car
For a short distance
For very far

Up in an airplane
The miles you flew
Where ever you are
I will always love you

If you are singing
Just care to talk
When you are running
Out for a walk

If you are busy
A project that’s new
Or just relaxing
I will always love you

If you are eating
Preparing to cook
Taking a nap
Reading a book

Watching a movie
Out at the store
Up in the mountains
Down at the shore

When you are dancing
If you are done
If you are tired
Of all this fun

And if you don’t
Or if you do
Forever and ever
I will always love you
 Apr 2015 blythe
epictails
Skin as fair as ivory
Eyes as arresting as the art of crime
Nose, a high ground where her pride lay
Lips as fragile as her wavering will

She flashed the most agonized smile in the mirror
Beauty so ethereal, beauty breathtaking as a scene
A brew of knife stains, self-loathing and twisted charm

Her face a cherubim's wail
Plagued with deformities she herself named
Miserably patched with skin-shallow creams and cuts
Spilling her diffusing worth with the bitterness of her shame

She looked at the mirror again
(Perhaps the only thing keen on heeding her tell-tale facade)
Where she rendezvoused with a floating ghost in her likeness
Although not quite
For it was a stranger,
Profoundly stranger than the biting truth
she managed to live with
And a face that launched a thousand lies
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