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Jul 2016

autumn

The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.

#broken #fear #depression #life #anxiety #past #thought #courage

Jul 2016

Akira Chinen

Perfect Love

Breathing like pages of an open book
Exploding like fireworks painting the night of the 4th of July
Living every moment as death might kiss me in the next
Rearranging the colors of the rainbow
To reveal the secret shades
And hues of aphrodisia
Painting the moon in unknown
Tints and washes
To unfold the lost tales of
The melancholy of the night
Burning the heart of the sun to squeeze out
The purest white torrid dancing flame
Forging blood and heart
To endless pulsing fire
Forever swimming in
The intoxicating blaze
Of the rapture
Swirling in the stars and sea
Of you infinite ocean
Eyes of Vincent blue
And every part of
Perfect love
And you

Jul 2016

Gerry Aldridge

The Door At The End Of The Hall-my favourite port of call.

As a bird
I knocked at that door-
The one at the end
Of the hall.
Now all I do
Is make noise outside,
Hoping she won't
Hear me at all.
Lest I fall off my bike
And hurt myself-
I know she will come
If I call.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2016)

#love #goodbye #lovelost

May 2016

Rainey Birthwright

Mighty

.
Each morning I rise unto hours,
Wheeling in sun, with wee wild flowers.

An hearty wish, on hills by the sea

Each day I skip about live stones,
In winds I run, deep dancing my bones.

I am made of each, cairn on hillocky

Each sweep of air a breathy kiss,
On skyline by the sea, one mighty bliss.

Dancing my bones, in winds I run

Each hour a new turning of page,
Each heap on hill, of these I am made.

*Wild wee flowers, wheeling in the sun

May 2016

Michael Blonski

Note to Self

Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars

wow! I'm so honored to have been selected for the daily. I feel like there are far more deserving writers than I!
Thank you everyone for reading my work and all the lovely comments.
Please use the tags below to read some great works from great people :)
-MB

#poetfreak #poetfreaks

May 2016

niamh

The lost rose

For tears that fall
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.

And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.

You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.

Absolutely over the moon (if a little shocked) to see that this piece made the daily. Thank you all so much for your comments - I promise to reply to you all individually at some point soon. It was an extremely emotional, difficult, but ultimately cathartic write. Dedicated to our wee Shane, who we will never forget ***

May 2016

Georgia Marginson-Swart

Blessings

I begged the stars and I begged the sea
To take the world away from me
I want to walk through starry shores
Cosmic beaches, ocean floors
I begged the land and I begged the sky
Lend me wings that I may fly
I begged the storms and I begged the stones
Give me lightning, give me a home
I begged the mountains and I begged the trees
Sing to me upon a sleepy breeze
I begged the roads and I begged the rain
Take me from my mortal pain

And so the goddess did oblige
For within the forest I now reside
I am the flowers I am the stream
I am the sun's bright morning gleam
I am the dark that eats all things
I am lonely wolfish scream
I am whom upon wind breaks
I am the threads that do create
I am life, and she is me
No mortal knows such harmony

#rain #sky #earth #sea #wind #goddess #elements #gaia

May 2016

Dorothy Parker

The Leal

The friends I made have slipped and strayed,
   And who's the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot--
   And that's my tale, and theirs.

Then if my friendships break and bend,
   There's little need to cry
The while I know that every foe
   Is faithful till I die.

— The End —