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 Sep 2017
Em MacKenzie
Combining each thought and sharing a single mind,
while all living things rot, there's a darkness that can blind.
We believe ourselves are invisible, never worthy of a second glance,
and even when miserable, we all can receive a second chance.

Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
a love that was eternal, yet ended far too soon.
And even though opposite, they made the other complete,
as at night the Earth was moonlit and in day the sun brought heat.

And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection,
and in between came Mercury and Mars,
barely sliding by detection.
Yes it's truly a sorry and sad tune,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.

Shining for eachother and lighting up the world,
with a love that could smother and emotional tides always swirled.
Passing by and on the go, barely glimpsing a sight,
but the moon will always glow and the sun will always shine bright.

Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
with disaster so contagious, they were always truly immune,
and even though apart, they shared a soul together,
and they shared a heart, and they shared the skies forever.

And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
In the history books and memoirs,
there's some things they fail to mention:
they were both adoring and made the other swoon,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.

It wasn't well hidden; they danced a dance of pure seduction,
and they felt it was forbidden, as it would lead to their destruction.
So they kept their space, to give us both the dark and the light,
and now they rise and set as a race, it's competition and a fight.

And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
The constellations near and far,
tell the tale of their affection.
It may not be of glory, and it may just tell of ruin,
but we all should remember the love story of the sun and the moon.
 Sep 2017
nivek
Blow a kiss to the sky
let her know she is loved

and thank her for her rain
as much as for her Sun.
 Sep 2017
Akira Chinen
To question the notions of reality
within the pages of a dream
written by a fictitious tale of love
and finding a heart worth more
than all the things made of gold
and turning the page to read
that love is the only reality
that makes life worth living
even in the hours of cold solitude
and the nightmares of minutes
and months and years
of rivers of tears born from
eyes painted with brush strokes
of desperate blood red loneliness
and unanswered hopes and prayers
hanging dead in the air
from a pale moon
with only a toothless smile
and sliver of blue light
and still float out to the sea
where we might find our
last breath being taken
under crashing waves
and poisoned mists
to brave the journey
where we might find
something more than just
questions of the notions of reality
 Sep 2017
Akira Chinen
I've become so terribly comfortable
being alone
that I have perfected and gotten bored
with the art of *******
and the painful truth seeps out
in the silent hours
of self indulgent gratification
and self loathing
and somewhere in the pathetic ramblings
of my lonely heart I paint pictures
of perfect beauty in the colors
of eyes that don't exist
and stars that never glowed
in dreams of soft skin and lips
I was never brave enough to speak to
much less kiss
in the hours where I am
so terribly comfortable
being alone
 Sep 2017
Sally A Bayan
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the stillness of twilight, was disrupted,
thin, hushed raindrops, ....all of a sudden
became sharp nails hitting the roof
continuously,
heavy rain, now falls generously

the night...the dark firmament, they both weep,
shedding tears...they can no longer keep...
trees, houses...anything, anyone out in the rain
all are wet actors in tonight's masquerade
all are resigned...soundlessly, accepting rain.

their heads are bowed
subservient to the rain hitting ground,
performers, dripping all over
eyes, swollen from too much water,
laughter's gone, splintered smiles...scattering
in the dim air.......floating
like debris, from crashed stars...disappearing

the night's touch is cold...and bold...
but, in weakness, there's strength that holds,
the dark connives...moves in circles with the rain
hurting, comforting, reassuring, hurting again,  
touching back, again and again...
......until healing is gained

i saw myself on the glass window
i gotta get in from the rain
.....hide from wet shadows....

Sally

Copyright September 12, 2017
rrab
**rainy days and Mondays***
 Sep 2017
Sylvia Frances Chan
I am the embodiment of your life
the shoulders of your deep sadness
the wrapped arms of your burden
the warmth of your coldness
the breath of your sighs

the atmosphere
when you are near
to be living again
then

I'll sing my song for you
just for you with that refrain
in the midst of the night
will you not be so sad again

the rivers are overflowing
it's still monsoon-time, baby
where will we go with all these liquid
no scrupules, I'll fix it

I'll read you a poetry sublime
about the poet who writes about food
who never be hungry again
never have a grind
man unkind
to break or crush the notes

please do never forget
I am the bottom of your bed
the handle of your doors
the candle of your fires
I am the embodiment
of your desires....



© SYLVIA FRANCES CHAN
Copyright Protected
Just for YOU
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ with love, Sylvia
AD. Wednesday 6th Sept.2017 - a Repost from Poetfreak.. Created for my love. Inspired by the atmosphere,
@8.48 hrs.AM West-European Time.
 Sep 2017
Graff1980
I got the worst human deformity,
a kind heart and extremely sharp mind.
You see one or the other
would be so much better.
A soft soul with a sweet disposition
tempered by a lack of information
would make facing reality
a little less bitter and heartbreaking.
While a rational mind minus
the temperament of the compassionate kind
would make broken hearts
a thing of the past.
I want to look beyond the past,
and be a true gentleman,
but to be aggressive,
competitive, and
alpha minded is what
the cattle wants.
Unfortunately, due to a mix up
I got both qualities
which makes me
so ****** up
and disposable.
 Aug 2017
Pagan Paul
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Bare feet pound along the pavement
yet there is not feeling.
The connection with the tangible solid
has with it no true healing.

The detached mind floats up high
a million miles away.
Terra firma are just empty words,
stout rock becoming clay.

As retraction of the emotions sits
apart from what is real.
A no-man's land of security shrieks
'this is what I feel'.

Withdrawal has its positive notes,
protection from the pain.
Keeping close the hearts secret safe,
never to be killed again.

Autopilots most clever disguises hide
that which should be faced.
But burying reality in cold defiance
renders it all but erased.

© Pagan Paul (29/08/17)
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Just how I'm feeling right now.
.
Those moments fueled by pain
It had just started to rain
No sun was seen in the sky
I was being passed by everyone walking by
No one knew my struggles
No one saw the tears
Or how I made it through the years
Dragging that knife across my skin
The blood would always win
So I figured it would be best
To end it like this
With the slashes on my wrist
And the blood would get to be
The final thing I would see
So I walked until I was alone
No where near any home
And I pulled out the knife
Prepared to take my life
But before I could
I just silently stood
Staring at my wrist
Thinking of this
And how I would never again see
My friends, or family
And sure I thought no one cares
So why does it matter?
But one friend had talked to me
And began to teach me to see
The world a little differently
And I thought of how this would affect
And I thought of those people who smiled and waved
And never knew the darkness I craved
And how I wondered how I would feel
If they were to do the thing I was about to do
And I started to cry
And though my heart
Still longed to die
I no longer had the strength to even hold the blade
And so on I lived
And some time later
Im glad I did
It has always been hard
But life is so much more than what it seems
It always has more in store
Than what we see
And for almost the first time
Im glad to be alive.
Suicide is never actually a viable option as much as it may feel like a good idea or that everyone wouod be better off without you it's simply not true. Stay strong. You can keep going
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