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 Jun 2015
Dreamer
The most broken people
always have the most beautiful smiles
those who are the saddest, always have the kindest hearts, the most kindred means. Those who are the saddest, always have the most to offer. Embrace the beauty in which we call melancholy.
Remember all the years you were dieing for the moments
to swoop in
and save the day like one big
beautiful cliche
in a big suit of armor
atop a gallant steed,
usually camouflaged as your little brown pick up.

nothing big enough to get in your way,
no distance carved out in black highway
you wouldn't conquer to make me smile.
Because when I smiled you were happy
Because when I cried you were broken and
you loved me to much
to leave me lonely sad and so
wide open.

Sometimes I admit I miss the glow and haze
even the taste
of our first kiss,
that new high that pure bliss
when we finally made sense of our fondness
of our bond
and we made promises.

And even still ,
you make me brave enough
to believe in them.
And that may be sweeter even
than that first lovely kiss.
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
~~~¡>¡<¡~~~

chrystophaise beauty
amorphous
night
phosphorous
lanterns
creating your
light

feather'd antenni
soft golden
eyes
a fairie
a wraith
a mask of
disguise

animate jewel
gently you
swoon
sentient sweetness
breath of the
moon

in the
somnbulent
silence
you
sing
exquisite
Luna moth

TRANCE
on the

WING



soulsurvivor
6/14/2015
~~~¡>¡<¡~~~
 Jun 2015
Clodagh
Once I stood upon a clifftop
where the wind rose up to brush my face
my cheek,
blowing my hair behind me.
It opened up my heart to feel,
as if
God himself was coming at my heel.

As if I stood on the edge of time,
glimpsed beyond life itself,
  heard the cry of gulls
beneath my feet,
howling some anguished message
in their desperate frenzy to eat.

I breathed the Ocean's scent
saw it's deep blue green erupt,
as it hit the hard rocks of time,
unbowed and unbent,
not to be tamed,broken or trapped,
mysteries remaining untapped,
forever.
perhaps only to be caught in my imagination,
like a photo, a painting,a dedication
for memories sake.

This magic,this ocean deep,
this pure,good energy,that heals and soothes,
the horizon,
where the water meets the skies,
these things,
I found
within your eyes.
COPYRIGHT CLODAGH THESSEN 2015
 Jun 2015
sunxset
*******
i shouldn’t care
but i do
and as tears run down my cheek
as my fingers shake when i’m about to call you,
the sound of my heart shattering echoes throughout my body

it’s as if the world is falling apart
maybe an earthquake
or a tornado
or a hurricane
or a tsunami
but i see nothing
i hear nothing
i feel nothing

maybe if it was different
if that morning i’d wake up a little later
or spent my day a little wiser
maybe i wouldn’t be draining my tears onto my pillowcase

so tell me you love me
deep deep inside
because i think i do, too
i think i ******* love you
******* for every good memory you've given me
******* for every bad memory you've given me
 Jun 2015
The Broken Poet
She asked me why I love writing sad poems
Aren't you suppose to forget about sad things?
I write sad poems to remember the feeling so I will never want to feel the heartache again
I write so another can connect with my words
I write for the future
She asked me why I love writing poems about love
I told her that love is nothing but a lipstick gone wrong
It's all good until it's all used up or until you've lost it
I write love poems because love doesn't exist in this world
I like to make up my own kind of love
The one where everyone is happy and no one gets hurt
She asked me why I write about God
I told her that I would like to try and spread the good news
I write to let others know that someone cares
I like to let them know that he will never stop loving them even if they don't believe
I want them to look forward to something after death
I want to give them a sense of direction and purpose
That little girl died of cancer
She had a journal dated that exact day
I won't ever forget her
I read her journal everyday like its the news
She wrote in thought of me
One day she was just gone and long dead
Like a puff of smoke on a cigarette
She told me that she wrote sad poems for me
She told me that love does exist
Wasn't what I had with her love?
She told me that God is definitely real
She's in Heaven now.
 Jun 2015
Melody Claire
How is it that you're legally blind..
Yet you see the most?
Is that why you can never sleep?
Words that claw at you like ghosts?
Cold metal against your lips
Muted against sleep paralysis
And rusted chains telling you to listen
how is it that your heart is banged and bruised
yet  bitterness never seeps through?
 Jun 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~
Don't get me wrong, darling
Because that's exactly, I do not know how to say
However, what goes out of the home
Rivers, Mountains, Sea
Or beyond the horizon, Any call

You don't make a mistake
I'll be back to whom
So, for a moment, don't misunderstand me
That exotic flute, distant Kans grasses
Even from far away:
From the seashore, I have heard the echoes of another time

So don't misunderstand me, darling
They have relationships with, and you are like me
They are not devoid of love
I give you, borrow from them

For a moment, don't misunderstand me
I bring your pearl beneath the sea,
From the mountains the ancient forms,
The original earthy flavour,
A chunk of drifted white clouds from the autumn sky as a little boat

So, you don't misunderstand me
Where 'll I come back
Where 'll sing their song
Where to lose my soul,
Or will not come
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jun 2015
CA Guilfoyle
Oh green I sing, of wings and birds across blue morning sky
with summer sounds, willows round the floating pond
dipping gently by.

Warm winds play music soft
through leaves and reeds they sing
gathering in the transient breeze.

All the day I rest my head
breathe sweet the flowering fields
and never shall I leave this place
nor want for any sweeter heaven.
 Jun 2015
Mercy B
This is a poem I wrote and posted in 2013 and it hits homes so very much for me I had to revisit it.


I will not allow anyone' s judgments further even one more moment of self doubt
              They can't break me.
The demoralizing words cast my way mean nothing and the lack of faith,
              Stronger it will make me.

Finally I have realized that I do not have to live up to their set of standards, always trying to impress.
               I alone will break their mold.
No longer will I vie for others affection or seek to achieve someone else's perfection,
                I will let my own story unfold.

My mistakes are unique to just myself, I will embrace them, learn and keep moving on.
                Standing true on my own two feet.
I will have both successes and failures throughout the journey  before me.
                 Never again shall I give into defeat.
I will never surrender
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