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 May 2015
GaryFairy
when the sun aligns with your skin
and your eyes align with mine
when my heart has a total eclipse
the atmosphere sends a sign
 Apr 2015
Word Therapy
Some people have an IT that they must face
A beast ahead or demon on the shoulder
For them the IT is writ in upper case.

I fear that many men hide every trace
Of tears and self in masks appearing bolder
Some people have an IT that they must face

And those who gaze transfixed at the sheer pace
Of life's descent to dust, to rust and moulder,
For them the IT is writ in upper case.

My beauty meets her monsters every place.
And though I'm often there to hug and hold her
My darling has an IT that she must face

She battles them with discipline and grace
And lives by dint of detail, file and folder
Each labelled by an IT in upper case.

Though time will always catch us in the chase
It's fear of living true that turns us colder
Some people have an IT that they must face
For them the IT is writ in upper case.
I decided to try the 'villanelle' form after reading 'One Art' by Elisabeth Bishop.
This is the first poem I've written.
 Apr 2015
Joseph Paris
Dreams Cannot Live In the Bright of Day
Dreams cannot live in the bright of day.     What the world calls hope is nightbound,     And reaps the whirlwind.     Fast speeds the night;     Fast comes the day.     Fortunes in feeling are squandered in broad daylight.     Moon-tossed dreams of Kate navigate the night.     Though thoughts of you never die,     Fast flies the day;     Fast dies the night.
 Apr 2015
aj
Dead, black lips feel the empty tears of disappointment.
I miss the warm glow of your words on my heart.
Little have I known the day's grace,
But it makes me happy.
I just want to be happy.
And in a perfect world
We would be arm in arm, but more than human.
I would know your call was mine, and we'd sing together.

Arm in arm, greater than the galaxies.
You'd guide me through foreign lands and seas that would have jubilation intoxicate me;
resuscitation.

Take me down that cosmic castle, show me what it means to live.

I'll stare at the blank, black, blanket of a heaven until you return
inspired by a book ^^
 Apr 2015
aj
hi there !
how are you, then?
really now?
oh wow.

let me grab a chair.
since when?
really now?
oh wow.

so that's why you wanted to share.
gosh, I feel ten.
really now?
oh wow.

really?
wow.

you really had me going at here comes love - POW
; man sorry -

I think we can talk about me now.
Idk, I like the more brood-y style of my writing but this is so stupidly accurate. I'm not sure if I can't communicate effictively, but really now, wow

;)
 Apr 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
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*Rain drops falling into water
Creates the sounds of ripples
As when she dancing
Hearing the Sound of anklet

Words are floating in the words of many
Could make pain,
Tunes of despair
When the rain drops falling into tunes,
Randomly

Dances of waves overflowing,
Rolling on the shore of Sea
Play the melody with the words
The Soul could leap

But that is not raining in the desert
On top of hot sand  
The sand storm flowing
Building sand dunes
Could hide
But can't survive

Empty thirsty mind seeking Oasis
If not yet found
Find Lives
Restless heart
Void
Word out
Seeking love

Looping to look at dreams
With the gravity of love
In another way
In any other day's

@Musfiq us shaleheen
*Empty thirsty mind seeking Oasis*
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 Apr 2015
Courtney Snodgrass
I have loved you in the coldest of snowstorms that winter has to offer,
Felt your warmth through the curve of your lips,
The music of soft fingertips. My body is your piano,
We write a different genre of music when we love.
There are warm rays of sunshine cast over our flesh
And the snow glistens with the light you shine in.
I’ve never felt safer, wrapped in the protection of your arms
During the loudest thunderstorm in the middle of spring;
When the skies are dark and grey, lightning shooting like swords
Against earth’s ceiling.
I’ve held your naked body against my own,
Drawing over the cliffs of your hip bones, the valley of your
Belly button and the mountain range of ribs,
The cage that protects your heart from the heat of the
Summer temperatures that I hold within me, your warm
Anatomy heating my body like the core of earth:
From the inside out.
I’ve ran my fingers through the sweet sweat resting over
Your back, like droplets of dew on a leaf in the early morning
Humidity of summer after a night of making love.
We watch the leaves change color ad stroll softly
To the ground in autumn.
The temperatures begin to drop and the branches are naked
And bare, like my skin in summer while we sleep.

I’ve loved you like the snow that grips the bark.
I am cold, but winter has always been your favorite.
Memories, can hold the key to whether you succeed or not.
For memories of Loss can hold you down to continuing failure.
Or some great Miracle that has happen in your life can change you.
Change your perceptive, seeing that you can and shall succeed.
Because your God and Savior, says so quite often to you and others.
So instead of focusing on the negative happening in your life.
Start focusing on every Miracle that has happen in your life.
Thus your perception shall change and you shall become a overcomer.
Being used by Christ to draw others unto him so that they too shall overcome.
 Mar 2015
Keah Jones
I saw you last night
I tightened my jaw and averted my eyes
But not before I sympathized with the plaid shirt hanging from your hunched shoulders
Those buttons that have been replaced with my teeth, chipping away against your sternum
leaving me with a skyline smile
I saw you last night
I smiled
You acted like you had seen the sun set on this city a thousand times
 Mar 2015
aj
apollo's dead-set light shines on beauty.
the gushing of blood boils high in the guilty crowns of gored kings.

TO COURT BEAUTY IS TO BATHE IN IMMACULATE, ETHEREAL ECSTASY!

YOU ARE NOT WORTHY.

ichor spills in the cursed name of the light-born.
blessed with the scrutiny to scorch the iciest of hearts.

they sit on their faux thrones, just above Olympus,
with the wide eyes of wander and lust;
the bodies of gold and trust.

they sit high on their thrones,
with their own
black-light sun.

they sit on their broken thrones
stained with the blood of seraphim.

beings of smokeless fire burn away the truth

and we love them anyway.
For Joseph, who always seems to light my fire

(Not about you, though you really know how to get me writing)
Stop living your life like you're in some kind of a movie.  
Stop trying to cast your true love instead of just meeting them.
Love isn't always a lightning bolt, maybe sometimes it's just a choice.
Maybe true love is a decision.
A decision to take a chance with somebody.  
To give to somebody without worrying whether they'll give anything back or if they're going to hurt you or if they really are the one.
Maybe love isn't something that happens to you, maybe it's something you have to choose.


**True love is a process, not an event.
This is a paraphrased monologue by Britney Murpheys character "Jacks" in the movie Love and Other Disasters.  I'm trying to give credit where is due, it's not quoted because it's not all exactly as it was said but for the most part its lines from the movie. Hope you like it, I thought it was quite inspiring.
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