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 Feb 2016
Urmila
It won't stop for a minute,
It won't keep pace if you slow down,
I didn't need more proof of its insanity,
When I realised,
This world keeps spinning, around
Around itself and around the sun,
When so much is happening inside it,
This world keeps spinning around

Listening to High Hopes by Kodaline while thinking this.
 Feb 2016
Savannah Charlish
I spent my entire life trying to escape
Only to find that my soul finds healing
In the very place I refused to call home
 Feb 2016
katie
I want to be alone,
to sit between the
concave hollows of my bones,
nestle beneath folds of skin,
shut my eyes and
make the world go dim,
just me and a pulse,
a heartrate pumping blood
and when I open them
it's not the floodlit streets,
wars, fires or anger I see
but the trees and fields;
the peace i wear like a glove,
vowing not to take it off the
minute things get tough.
 Feb 2016
Melinda Éva
The blackened mirror hangs on the wall
and whispers my name with a soft call
Like the wind, it rustles my brain,
its hauntingly familiar voice I distain
"Come and see what lies within,
what's bound to come and what's already been,
but when you look you can't forget,
'cause what is seen will then be set."
I shield my eyes in fear alone
'cause I don't want this set in stone
but hunger for truth boiled deep inside
and spilled across this body of mine
I saw the darkest part of you
and realized there's nothing I can do
 Feb 2016
Aroody
Hug me tightly, take my breath away,
From all the beautiful words in the world,
Pick the best ones and say,  
Stay with me everyday ,
Collect your trust and upon me lay,  

When you walk passed me smile at me,
To help me exist to help me be,  
Reaching you I would swim the deepest sea,  
We are young now and we are free,  

Your hug is home,
Your hug is fire,  
Without your hug I'm homesick,  
Without your hug I'm cold,  

My life was dark until you brought light,  
My life was wrong until you made it right,  
When you're out of my sight,
It's always night,
With you sun shines brighter than bright,  

I'll tell you now, I'll tell them too,  
My heart belongs to someone and that's you.


©2015-AROODY
Dedicated to that one person we all have that love them so much, and love them no matter what , enjoy!!
comes from
the reconciliation
of
heart
and
mind

©IGMS
if you're seeking peace
reconcile first
your heart and mind
 Jan 2016
ryn
I was a shape in my cosy little shell,
I stayed...
I nestled.
My cookie-cutter thoughts would
occasionally rebel...
And stray to the windows.
But still they were imprisoned by the
walls that surrounded.

I would steal bashful peeks
out a window.
I'd let my senses take unrestricted flights,
as I stared into the grandeur of the carnival
that seemed to have sprouted overnight...

Just beyond the confines of my home.

"What a marvellous circus!" I'd think...
I'd gawk with child-like adoration
and never blink.

The universe lay sprawled
in a celebration of systematic chaos.
It stretched far into the horizon...
A delight to the senses,
perceived through such young eyes.
The world had told me stories.
They were like fireworks
that speared up to the sky.

I wanted to be a part of the jubilee...
I longed for the validation of my existence.
I wished to claim the gift of life bestowed upon me.
I'd resent being held hostage by my indoctrinated ignorance.

I was a shape.
I knew I was a square.
I knew I had a home...
But not within those four walls.
Simply because...
My heart wasn't there.
 Jan 2016
Bianca Reyes
I bury my face in the pillow
While the pillow smothers my dreams
And my dreams devour my heart
But none of this can be seen
When it's covered by my sheets
Shared on Hello Poetry on January 20, 2016. Copywrite under Bianca Reyes.
 Jan 2016
Sarah Spang
I sought to forget one
Where others slept
Six feet below
Pristine lawns
And glistening headstones
That winked cheerfully
In the summer sun.
The gravestones were like stately soldiers
All in a line, the young like a mirror
And the old, stooped like the elderly
Telling the story of many rains, many storms
And many moons.
Their tales would momentarily
Fill my ears
My mind's desperate eye
To block a face
That still dwelt amongst the breathing.
A face whose significance
Needed to die
For me to continue leaving.

I remembered the other
Somewhere deep,
Leaning like an old painting
Against the inner curve of my skull.
That precious work of art
Filled my thoughts
While my feet dragged down
Countless miles
Dirt roads
Hot asphalt
And trodden trails.
There in my head,
The lost one,
The keeper of eyes like the sea
Existed only where my memories roamed.
He was not telling stories with the others
Six feet under
Nor did he pace amongst the masses
Wandering as I do...
He existed in the wind
In the air I tread through
In my desperate attempt
To have somewhere to visit.

Remembering to forget.
Forgetting to remember.
Reverence all around
smiles at us
And we...
not knowing that it does
Just passing
As each and everyone of us
Is gently Wrapped in its
Own blanket of thoughts
Dancing its own pace of life.
Written by
Catmonk B
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