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 Aug 2015
SøułSurvivør
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one can strive for greatness
in the field of dreams
in medicine or business
in law for what it seems

academic achievement
reqires work and time
one can garner laurels
and be in their prime

but to find true excellence
in poetry as art
it won't be found in dusty tomes
it must be in your

HEART


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/15/2015
Art should never be strained
Either it comes from a place of
meaning for the artist
and invokes emotional impact
or it is just another business
 Aug 2015
kenu
Life - the period between birth and death.

The rising of the Sun comes with the fulness of life; the replenishing of that which was lost.

Just like the spring comes with the green, flowers spring forth, so the beauty of life comes forth, rejuvinating that which was dead.

I've come to realise that life is quite blissful.
I've found out that what we do everyday and what we classify as "normal" is "phenomenal" if you take a closer look.

I've discovered that even if you're not exactly where you would like to be, that doesn't mean that right now life isn't beautiful.

We're constantly surrounded by wonders, but we become insensitive because they come so gracefully and seamlessly.

Have you ever thought of how fascinating, the air we breath in and out? Do you think before you breath? You don't right? It just happens. Isn't it amazing?

Every breath and every moment that's creating the opportunity for you to be alive, is a miracle, that's the beauty of life.

I've also seen that, there's no ordinary and extraordinary moment. All i see is beauty everywhere.

If you understand this, you can look at ordinary objects and find beauty in it's existence.

If you understand this, you can see a pile of rotting compost and realise that within that organic waste lies the possibility of a garden of flowers.


The beauty of life is about the victories won.
The beauty of life is about problems solved.
The beauty of life is about appreciating the world around.
For me, it is about creating something out of nothing;
For me, the Beauty of life is about making the impossible possible;

It's placing value on happiness.
Open your eyes, for life is beautiful..
 Aug 2015
Adele
I breathe a sea of emotions
I am the painter of the vast sky
The sun and the moon
whispers each memory
when I close and open my eyes
I rise with the mountains
and drown beneath the ocean's time
I fly with the birds
and dance with the trees
I see the air's breath
through its gentle breeze
I was born from one's history
and died from a subtle knife
I might reborn
after a very long time
Just read my words
and listen to the music of my heart

My life is a song

of endless poetry.
(c) Adele
 Aug 2015
Graff1980
I got no boat to row away with
No time to float and say that this
Is a dreaming play date

I got no plane to hit the skies with
To fly high in the night life
Letting those clouds kiss the tips
Of my wings

But I got me and a little bit of
Daydreaming space tripping stuff
Lying in bed
But in my head
I am everywhere
 Aug 2015
Miranda Renea
The leaves, and lace
From window drapes
Cast a shadow on the
Old door as I pass by.
So perfectly placed,
I wonder whether it
Wasn't Coincidence's
Sake, or Time's gift to
Lift my eyes and wake
My wonder at the world.
every letter in my poems
has been carved from the contents inside my heart
with every dancing lines and singing words
exposed sorrows
every lyrics portrayed loneliness
akin to the approaching rain
rain that has been hiding from the sky
that will come out when the sky cannot hold the weight anymore
yes
this is just a piece of paper that i use
to be written with my bleeding pen and make the blood as an ink
blood that came from my heart
i wish you will know that you are the reason
why i write these ****** letters
you are the reason why these poems has been crying
you are the reason why there are teardrops on my poems
teardrops that i use to erase this loneliness
but i didn't expect that these papers will be broken
to the point that you cannot see the line anymore
the line that says
"i love you"

©IGMS
but what would be the reason that you will see
there is already an owner of your heart
i'm hoping that this loneliness will fade through time
and i will make a new poem
and you are not the reason anymore
why my poems was crying
not with loneliness
but my poem will cry
because of
joy
 Aug 2015
Miranda Renea
I left the school where
Rainy days turned the
Pavement into glass and
Reflected the twilight as
I walked home each night.
I guess it was my fear of
Mirrors.
I guess it was my fear of
Not following the guideline,
Not filling the pattern set
For me. But I came to see
Imitation isn't flattering &
So I am blossoming into me.
 Aug 2015
Peanut
Love of mine
Someday you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light
Or tunnels, to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
I held my tongue as she told me, son
Fear is the heart of love, so I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
The soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

I'll follow you into the dark
I feel like sharing this song :)
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
God saidst let there be light
And the Filipino queen, lip up the land;
An Asian lampstand.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
 Aug 2015
Fi
date a poet
she’ll immortalise you with her words
and she’ll see you at 3am in the last embers of a fire
she’ll hear your name in a breeze
she’ll feel you when the sun kisses her skin
date a poet
and feel yourself weakening upon the hand-scribbled notes
carefully concealed between the pages of her favourite, dog-eared      book
and inimitable mix CDs
oh, you’d never guess how long she spent composing them
date a poet
for no moment will be dull
whether it’s crocheting or flower-arranging
or archery, wind-surfing or belly-dancing
there will always be a new skill for her to learn
more cultures to unearth and be utterly captivated by
and you will soon find yourself just as enraptured by her
as she is by the world
date a poet
you won’t truly understand love until you’ve heard it personified as   a wildfire, a loaded magnum and a silk noose
date a poet
because who doesn’t want to be a poem?
 Aug 2015
Nessa dieR
I was waiting for the longest time,
he said, "I thought you forgot..."

"It's hard to forget,"  I said,  *"When there is such an empty space
when you're gone..."
I also lost someone who meant the world to me, you weren't the only one
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