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 Oct 2017
Wick
a woman, intricately drawn
by trembling hands
she was born
into existence
on a blank paper
a clean slate
a beauty to her creator
but in this world
beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
aesthetically,
beauty depends upon the axioms
of the paper society.
beautiful. I side with her creator.
 Oct 2017
SøułSurvivør
First, I want to thank you for all your support. Your response to my poem "Tears of a Rose" has been overwhelming. I am nearly in tears as I write this. Not only because I am so moved by your faithfulness in reading my work, but because due to pressing problems at home I cannot read myself. I would love to go through my notifications and thank each and every one who has responded to me. I simply can't right now. Therefore I am writing this post. Just to let you know how much I love you.

♡♡ I  £♡¥€ ¥OU A££!!! ♡♡


HUPOMONE: Greek meaning to persevere under extremely adverse conditions. The fight for faith & piety unto death.


WARRIOR WOMAN!

Is it hard? Then bring it on!
Life is for the brave & strong!
Is it trials? Mighty tests?
I will give it ALL MY BEST!

HUPOMONE is the term.
I will fight! I will burn!
The devil thinks
That I will fold...
That only makes me
Brash & bold!

Warrior Women
Stand up tall!
Bring ' em on!
We'll see 'em FALL!

HUPOMONE is the Word
Sword of spirit
WILL BE HEARD!
Slicing through all
Binding cords...
Killing off the devil's hoards!

Though with the lost
We've gentle hands
We are soldiers.
A mighty band!
And through redemption

WE WILL STAND!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/10/2017
Can't tell you how MUCH i appreciate your friendship and kindness. I'm in tears now...

Can't tell you what is going on. Only that I won't be on the site for a while. I'm in a trial. But I will persevere with HUPOMONE.

**PLEASE SEND ME GOOD THOUGHTS
AND PRAYERS! I NEED THEM! That God open my eyes of spiritual understanding. Thanks! ***

♡ Catherine
 Oct 2017
saturns
Never love a poet so much,
for she will build her world around you.
She’ll contrast you to the sun and stars;
she will love you so.

She will give you lovely notes
to brighten up your day.
You’ll find it a little weird
but you look forward to it, anyway.

Never love a poet so much,
for she will invest a lot in you.
She will become the person you’ll only ever need
without taking a lot from you.

She will take you to places,
and make you experience things
within a room's four corners
and her words as your wings.

Never love a poet so much,
for even after all those things
she will take away her love,
and leave you without a trace
with her heartache as her fuel
for another masterpiece.
a poet leaves.
 Oct 2017
Yanamari
An eternal moment.
Dark,
Suffocating,
Tearing.
Alone.

What echoes in the distance,
Whispers in my ears
And wails outside my window at night,
Is your words.
The words that heaved me up
And threw me down,
The words that drew me in
And drained me out,
The words that stole my soul
And left in me a gaping hole...

Your words...
In which was a broken warmth
So when you opened my heart
And cut my veins,
You were never really close
But far away
Your words twisted and vile
Corrupted my mind
And left me defiled.
Lost...
And tired.
Hand in hand he leads me
down the hall to the bedroom,
     sweetness is found
  as love opens in full bloom.

    it’s in the way he touches
   the way he runs his fingers*
               through
                       my
                           red
                               hair

it’s in the way he makes me feel
    cherished, loved, adored
       making me feel as though

                              i’m
                     floating
                  on
                      air…..

I wish to be lost in that moment
                   forever
      a connection so strong
        an embrace so tight
      to just love him always
       everyday every night.

to take long walks
             along the countryside
    down an old dirt road
into the forest, we’ll hide……

then back home
              down that short hallway
to the room that he made
                 for that coming day…..

it’s all in what he does
   it’s in the way he touches

                  heart
                      body
  ­                      mind
                           soul….


          *I wish to freeze time
                 to be lost in that moment…..
 Sep 2017
Alex Tolley
Here, little one
Come and follow me;
The roads may be scary
And the oceans deep.
Walk with me and keep me company,
I'll see you safe and through
Listen to my mediocre teachings
Mon petit chou chou
The demons in your head,
May command your feet;
But there's plenty of terrible ones
Waiting for you to meet.
So follow, little stargazer
And when these things ring true,
Just remember, my darling:
They're not stronger than you.
Your mind commands a thousand seas,
You're smarter than you know,
Have confidence, adventure, belief;
There's a long way left to go.
And trust me, little stargazer
With this you'll get through.
It's hard, I know, but you can fight,
For I was once like you.

> a.t.
 Sep 2017
Kaleidoscope Prhyme
16 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Have you ever met someone whose smile could make sunflowers grow?
She has an affinity for hip-hop music and any good pair of clean sneakers.
You should hear the sound of her laughter on a warm Wednesday morning.
I swear I’m intrigued and obsessed with the little things about her that the world fails to appreciate.
Her fingers write the most alluring words on the blank pages of my heart.
Constantly reflecting beauty as she speaks, she is simply a paragon of art.
She knows that I’m a hopeless romantic who insists on remaining hopeful.
In the morning, she smells like strong black coffee, cocoa butter and good intentions.
I still want to hold her heart like the lonely autumn trees hold the fragility of clinging leaves.
I think I finally understand it now, I’m a hopeless romantic who insists on remaining hopeful.
I’d love to feel my heart beating to the rhythms that are foreign to my existence when I’m sitting next to her.
 Sep 2017
Jack Jenkins
there's a metaphor about
    finding something you weren't looking for
  an unexpected treasure,
       & you were that treasure
I wasn't looking for;
   like a pearl on the beach
or a star in the sky
       I got to graze you with my fingertips;
our lips have never met
    but you consume my every thought
unfold every layer of my heart,
        disarm me
you laid your heart on mine;
     so much love I want to give
even if there's a wait,
      it's worth the wait;
reflected in our eyes when they meet,
          burning candlelight,
    sunset through the window,
how I want you
    need you
  love you
on whatever is handy
     I will write...
:) :) :)
 Sep 2017
Yanamari
Crack*
The mirror broke.
And such a thing, although inevitable,
Tainted my vision,
And stole my hope.
I lost my smile,
When, what I had was lost.
Irreparable,
Irreplaceable,
Overwhelmingly...
Untraceable.
­
Over time the pain faded
And was replaced anew,
Increasingly constant,
Blindening,
Suffocating.

Crack
Another's mirror broke
And the innocent pain, revived,
Gifted my mind,
With the cracked
Memory of my mirror.
 Sep 2017
Yanamari
A cube exists around me.
A cube of darkness closing in,
A cube of walls unknown;
Walls that are endless and confining.
A cube isolated and alone.

A cube of turbulent motionlessness,
Intertwining in my veins,
A cube of perpetual poisoning,
A cube of living death.

Light does not enter it,
Nor does it escape.
Rather, it is ****** in,
And implodes at sanity's end.
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