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 Jan 2019
nico papayiannis
The impatience of my patience
Impetuous instinct inspires the insipid, the dream of no colour
Intolerable ideas of individuality
Now defined in the shattered reflection of a frivolous fantasy
Just before
You take so much more
The benevolence of existence
Distracts us from the instance
And if it all ends
If all signs of hope are extinguished
Then all morality is relinquished
I shall not suffer, run for cover
I will not bow down to the knees of any other
I am resurrection , I am now free
 Jan 2019
Edmund black
There’s something
In the wind
It feels like moisture
But my flesh
My eyes remain dry

There’s something
In the Sky
It seems like darkness
But my path remains
Forevermore brighter

Every step taken
Is forward motion
I ebb and I flow
As the tide of the ocean

Fluid like movements
There is no doubt
I am here to stay

No way to contain my thoughts
The world not done justice
If I simply shut my mouth

The poetry deep inside my soul
I seek and I find
My spirit not bound
To my body or mind

Endless poetry
My true state of being
The world  finally now know
The poetry from my core
 Jan 2019
Luna
You will instantly know when she is feeling like a mess. She will put her headphones on and she will play a sad song that once made her happy.She will shut down, and just observe the world.

And when she feels like that she will write. Maybe you don’t know that about her, but  writing actually helps her soul come back on earth, where it belongs.
She feels how the sorrow settled in her soul, so, she will use the only weapon that she owns, the words, to **** the sadness that is dragging her.

She smiles a lot, but after such an episode, hopefully, you will know what is hiding underneath that laugh, behind those browny eyes, behind those wrinkles that appear once with the smile.

And your mission is to wake her up once those moments settle in. You, because, I can see clearly from what she is writing that you have the power.
She deserves, indeed, to embrace the hurricane that is hiding in every part of her body.

I’ve never seen someone more natural than her.
 Jan 2019
Bea Autumn
If I could

I'd have the

Stars Chime

every night

Just for you

That's how much

I love you
 Jan 2019
Bea Autumn
Our loves like a clock
Your second hand moves
Winding in and around me
ticking only our time I see

The hour seems now late
Yet its right on our time
Looking at your face its fate

Each minute that goes on by
Life love passes before my eyes
When we're suspended together
I want our love to last forever

Its your watch I want to wear
My life with you I want to share
Lets make our time spent entwined
Till my last second breathed be mine
 Jan 2019
Pagan Paul
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Midnight sees a chain
of lights,
heading into the forest
so dark.

Follow the Will-O the Wisp
at night,
walk with the lone wolf
that barks.

Take that step into the unknown, the path that leads to me,
and I'll be waiting there somewhere, deep within the trees.

So walk that long path
in peace,
follow your dream as
it winds.

Keep purpose in plain sight
to release,
love that is not left
behind.



© Pagan Paul (13/01/19)
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 Jan 2019
Eric W
The city is sad tonight,
these desolate roads
and dimmed headlights
take me outside of myself,
transport me to times unknown of you,
roaming down sidewalks at 2 a.m.
before I knew the rhythm of your step.

The streetlights glow orange,
coloring the sky and masking the stars,
moisture hangs heavy in the air
and it's as if I've come to know
my own personal rainstorm,
bathed in sun-fire light
and trapped in longing to see
where this long road has led.

This city is lonely without you,
a place of barren experience,
meaningless hustle and bustle,
full of gray words and gray suits
late to work in an unfulfilled place,
and so I take the short way home,
determined not to bask in this city's sadness,
aching to be in the same place
as you should one day be.
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