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Sweeter Times
Sweeter times
Warmer winds flowing through my hair
Bright sun and feelings
in my eyes shines a light inside of me
A once darker soul
That was in there.
Stuck within stains of blood and torn wounds
Scars showing
That I tried to hide
I proudly wear.
It is a badge of honor that I chose to display, proudly.
Never to hold within a mist of sickness
and self-pity and despair
I hold up, proudly, this “wrestling trophy”
That I hold up, in the ring, of life’s ring.
With my smile lit up
so brightly.
 Oct 2018
Brooklyn Beverly
Leave your demons behind they grunt with oppression.
If pride was a cloak then you'd wear it well.
Those who see you for who you are don't have eyes,
their souls are primed with smitten sins.
Dancing with the wolves gives you the danger you deserve but you play with the pups.
Lust love lust love
what does it matter you'll get your way oh master of words,
show me those pretty eyes, Mr. Soul play your music.
This is for you God of rock.
Push pull push pull
the threads are unwinding,
whittling your story,
sewing your fate.
Lips of spice drowning in tongue.
Where's your cheek?
Swallow that pill please because you take that medicine well.
Society huh?
what a dream, keep your ideals because this is hell...
Welcome, leave your soul at the Doors.
An acknowledgment to Jim Morrison of the Doors and his works done on earth in physical form.
 Oct 2018
Ali Ashraf
Don’t let it make sense
make it all senseless
the unicorn dances
as the ***** speaks
the true journey
of human soul
and through your blood crawls.

Don’t let it take over
just make it your companion
in the solitary night
where you alone are the champion
of your soul
and ***** sings song
for you alone.

Let it wander in the streets
don’t give it a meaning
just like poetry
or like everything that exists
while ***** sings for you
***** song.

Clouds of smoke,
ashes aloof stand
within your hand
let them all dance
while you in jungle sang
***** song
don’t make sense at all.

© Ali Ashraf
Just an escape from reality
 Oct 2018
adriana
she was the maker, he was her muse
a creative girl with everything to lose

she colored her canvas with her bleeding heart
she loved him and watched her world fall apart

she got her heart broken but kept a blank face
knowing that there are some mistakes you can't erase

she gave up her art, a lover betrayed
her pure white mind turned a darker shade.
And then there were seven.
 Oct 2018
Cné

if you are the ocean
then I am the mist
that kisses the morning
the way I’d want
to be kissed

if you are the ocean
then anchors aweigh
we'll sail through the evening
and on to the light
the daystar is dawning
we'll keep to the right

like Peter and Wendy
to Neverlands' door
we'll sail on forever
and touch every shore

if you are the ocean,
come wash me away
to some misty morning
and there we will play

if you are the ocean,
then sing me a song
of sailors and treasures
and places long gone

if you are the ocean
come wash me away
to a place, together we’ll
forever stay...

 Oct 2018
Amy Duckworth
You can fake a Smile
But you can't fake your Feelings
 Sep 2018
Isabelle
i love you
so savagely
that i pluck
you out
of your roots
only to plant you
in my heart
and water you
with my love
but my love
turns out
to be lacking
so slow
you suffocate
in my ribs
you start
to wither
so i water you
with my blood
my tears
but still
not enough
so slow
you wither
so slow
you die
caged in my heart
i loved you
so savagely
yet my love
you died
.
yet you died...
Somewhere between night and day,
she wiggled from side to side
then pushed and stretched
until each petal was opened wide.

Painted in beauty
she's a symbol of grace
gently swaying in the breeze
planted firmly in one place.

Waiting....
              waiting
to be plucked
               and caressed
full filling
               her passions need
                         waiting…  
                                     waiting
                      in beauty's pose
with ancient secrets of old
       blinded by her sight

she is....

The Fire and Ice, Wild Rose
~
 Sep 2018
Jasmine dryer
lets get this straight
to be fine
is to be be ok
to be ok
is to not be upset
or sad
or mad
but to be just ok
its to be in a satisfying mood

when you and i say
we are fine
we are spitting on the dictionary
we are getting rid of what that word means
what its supposed to mean

when you hear us say
we are fine
you will see us crying
slowly dying
and just trying
to hold on

but were letting go
but we hide behind the word fine
well, we did
but now you know

to be honset
to be fine
is to be to lost in denial
to want to let you acknowledge the pain
lets just tear apart your world.
 Sep 2018
Hiba Mohammed Sobh
He observed
her closely,
long enough
to see the
emotion
and raw
human in
her eyes,
he was the
one to hold
her hand when
the heart fell
apart, as the
moon went into the
bed of the sea,
he held her closer
In his blanket,
as she wept
close to his
chest, he told
her these
words,
“close your
eyes and sleep,
the sun will
rise, and the
world will
change
for you
tomorrow,
as the
petals
opening
every
season
to meet
the love
of the sun.”
In silence,
the lovers
then slept,
as the night
sang it’s
clandestine
symphony,
the heavens
whispered
her voice,
“would you
write on
your palms
the words
of how much
I love you?
If only you
knew of the
butterflies
coming
alive in
these eyes
when you
speak of
my name
with your
smile of
dimpled
stars,
In dreams,
you will
dance
with me
tonight,
as we
come
and go,
with the
lights
swimming
In our eyes,
more lucid
than our
musing,
the lines
and faults
of who I
was fade
Into the
warmth
of your
arms
as the
wings
of a
angel,
I, the
flower
of the
desert
who
waited
for the
gardener,
found
the soft
of your
breath,
I asked
for a drop
when you
gave me
the ocean,
I am forever
grateful to
you, the salvation
whom has shown
how I will love
once more.
 Sep 2018
Diana
I want to smile
At people
In a way
That they have never been smiled at
Before

In a way
That makes them feel as if
They're the only ones
I see among the sea of faces
Around them

In a way
That makes them feel as if
I'm the first one to truly
Stop and express
Raw and genuine attention
To another

In a way
That makes them feel as if
I truly notice them amongst this world
That is torn at moving
At high speeds
Instead of getting lost with
What's right in front of it
Because it's all a blur as they speed by it

In a way
That makes them feel
Important
Worthy
Loved
Noticed
Because sometimes
People don't feel that way
And if I can break out a smile
That expresses all of those emotions
To that one person
In a matter of a few short seconds
Then I'd constantly look for those
That look like anything but
 Sep 2018
Esther
lately
I haven't been writing
like I used to
it used to be a flow of words
love or hate didn't matter
I just loved it when
the words
landed on the paper
elegant like butterflies
but now
they turned into rocks
scratching the paper
hurting my mind
they change
every poem I write to

please like me
please like
me please like me
please like me please
like me
please
even now I think, someone probably relates to this so maybe they'll like it.
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