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i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall


©IGMS
when there is no one there to catch them...




they are the strongest, bravest and
saddest things I've known :(

PS:
-the thought "the rain are not afraid to fall" were not from me . :)
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
darkened eyes, a loss of sparkle
hardened by the starkest heart
marvel at the harmful parcel
imparted scars starting to part

discarded stars, embarking targets
barred from the starving art
pardoned by departing darkness
that was ardent from the start


(in a crescendo poem, the vowel sound you are working with must build up to a peak in intensity(crescendo), by increasing that vowel sound with each line, then gradually decreasing in the second stanza. for example, here i use /ar/ sounds...2 in first line, 3 in second and third lines, and 4 in the fourth line...then in second stanza, use same count backwards, like 4 in first line, 3 in second and third lines, and two in the last line...it can have a scheme of 1-2-3-4, then 4-3-2-1 or whatever, as long as it gradually reaches a peak(crescendo), and then gradually decreases. both stanzas must match in the amount of vowel sounds used)
this is about, and for all of the dark poets...the ones who are willing to write down the things that no one wants to talk about...you still shine!
inspired by Sarah aka ThePoet aka Blueberry :)
parcel - divided into parts....ardent - glowing or shining like fire
Naive are the birds that fly , running from a scarecrow , Psychodelic ******* man , he's gunning for a hero , don't mind letting go , from my perch this evening , crashing into Heaven , ****** like St. Stephen ... Fly into print , ignite fuel , **** crow , will crow Babylonian capitulation .......
~            ~           ~
Affectionate was
your way
of letting my
worries disappear. . .

How you put your arms
tight around my shoulders. . .

How tender your voice is. . .
whispering words of comfort
into my right ticklish ear abalone.

Believing in me. Lovingly. . .

Your ocean of whispering
sounds. . .Wavered Deep,  
deep love conection. Our
    
Free symbiosis
enhanced by French
parfume, evaporating
from my occiput fragility.

~                  ~                        ~
~~~~~~~~
Written by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~
The Grand Mind* produces Thoughts.
Thoughts are born within Millions of Minds.
It's upon You, which Thoughts You'll receive, create or adopt;
Whether you cling to positive or negative Thoughts ~ *
it's up to You!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Thinker
 Sep 2015
Rj
Her mind is cloudy, sunny sky
And her stomach cages butterflies
Cloudy and sunny in the sense that she has her ups and downs
 Sep 2015
Mike Hauser
You are
The great I Am
On which I stand

and i am
just a man
a grain of sand

You are
Master Creator
Nothing missed

and i am
the partaker
in all you give

You are
The gentle nudge
On my heart

and i am
always in search
of where you are

You are
The One in control
Of all of this

and i am
on the ride
to where that is

You are
The true lover
Of my soul

and i am
in desperate need
of you to know

You are
The very beginning
As well as the end

and i am
in your hands
until then
 Sep 2015
niamh
Rot
Cobwebs guard
The memories
In a musty attic
Where each step
Is a risk.
Dust claims
What once was precious
And the smiles
In the pictures
Fade
With every passing day.
Weak watery light,
Filtering through
Splintered beams
Cannot revive
What has already
Been left
To rot.
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
seeing how self centered i am
means i'm more self centered than I thought
i find myself buying my words
then i give away the words i bought

poking the monster that lives inside
then loving the monster i fought
i find myself catching a beast
then releasing the beast that i caught

i guess that's just the way i am
i try to learn what can't be taught
i just bring my heart and my words
then i give away the words i brought
 Sep 2015
Megan H
I decided to stop running
It was getting me no where
I'd run
And run
And I'd run some more.
All my strength went into this running
I felt that I'd eventually get to a place
Where I wouldn't have to run anymore.
It was so close
Just over that cliff.
I'd run
And run
And I'd run some more.
But I'd just keep falling.
No matter how much I ran,
How much time I put into it
I was in a constant state of free fall
I could never understand why.
Falling over and over again.
I ended up with bruises.
Not just physical
But emotional as well.
I just wouldn't stop
My happy ending was just over that cliff.
I'd run
And run
And I'd run some more
Until I was so broken that I just couldn't anymore.

I looked up to the sky
And realized
I had been trying to run up a mountain.
I have been beaten down
Broken
Only because I believed I could rush my happy ending
I tried to run up a steep mountain
And because of that I believed
That I would never achieve true happiness
I would never get over the cliff.
It is time I look at this mountain differently
Take a more meticulous approach.
Perhaps it's time I learn to climb
Slowly, but surely
I will hopefully make it to the top.
So I suppose now it is time
I'll climb
And climb
And I'll climb some more.
Because sometimes it takes a different approach
To achieve everything you've always dreamed of.
 Sep 2015
Mysterious Aries
Dark sympathizes with the night
The light understands what’s with the day
Colors labeled what’s on left and right
Giving reason to who’ll go and stay

Simply justice that was out of sight
Don’t know that day and night are made of clay
That grays are white
And whites are gray

Skin colors supposed to be no height
Something we have to weigh
But why with it we learn to spike
And distance our hearts some miles away

So what’s the beauty of that site
Let us all hope that there’ll be a place one day
Where grays are white
And whites are gray

9/8/2015
Mysterious Aries
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