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 Jul 2017
Jeffrey
Perhaps you are right,
You are here for
little more than sorrow,
twisted ambiguity,
languishing in torrential rain

But what if you are wrong
And you are here to
transcend the sorrow,
clear the ambiguity
and dance in the sun

Were you to be as sure of the
latter as you are of the former,
how differently would you
live this day?
 Jul 2017
BSeuss
The moon is beige tonight.
The moon is beige.
 Jul 2017
sunprincess
♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡  ♡♡♡♡

O' Love
what powers you've given
this glowing moon to possess

O' crescent moon, O' half moon
O' Supermoon
O' moon of July of romance


This moon has an amazing attraction
And leaves me feeling
More than a little obsessed

♡♡♡♡  ♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡
xoxo
 Jul 2017
Elliott
when the moonlight touches my cheek,
late in night
early in the morning
i can't sleep, i over eat,
and I end up crying in the bathroom,
on the floor,
numb from medication & the thought of failure.
yeah, sorry for this
 Jul 2017
Alice
It's not the moon's influence that dictates the course of the ocean's fleeting tides, but it's persuasion. 

The moon's light shines wholesome promises and tender manipulation onto the water.

What use would words have, with such power in her gentle gaze, her glowing eye?

The tides oblige.

The ocean speaks back in hushed whisper, as it commands the movement she silently requests.

It whispers obedience and fear, knowing one wrong move and she may leave forever. 

The tides will always oblige.
 Jul 2017
Gabriel Marfim
Her eyes were like
stars in a clouded sky
at midnight

She felt like
she wasn't bright enough

But he was in love
with her moonlight.
 Jul 2017
DJ
She had the sun in her hands,
The moon in her heart,
A sparkle in her eyes,
And gold in her arms.
The sun once left her
The moon abandoned her,
The sparkle was a dim light,
And she had gold
pouring out of her arms.
The gold was a mesmerizing glow,
It sparkled in the light,
Such a beauty,
She should never know.
The happiness in her mind,
Left.
And was replaced by depression,
And she never understood it.
The song she sings,
While baking cookies,
Turned into silence,
And the quiet.
The gold was leaving her body,
Much more now,
Every night.
Until,
One day the moon was in her heart again,
The sun returned to her hands,
The sparkle shone brighter than before,
And her musical cookies returned,
Once more.
She was a rare girl,
For she had a secret,
Nobody knew,
She was he girl with gold in her arms,
And only thin white lines,
On her arm to prove.
 Jul 2017
Hasan Aspahani
How Can a Moon Make a Shadow from a Boar's Body in a Forest Feeling The Entire Night?

2. Is the River in The Forest Choosing Himself Where He Was Turning or He Should Ask the Wild Boar Frequently Crossing It?

3. How Many Wild Boars in The Forest Have Ever Realized That There is Always a Moon-shaped Shadow from its Body?

4. If the Boar is Dead, Is the Shadow Dead or Staying and Hiding in The Shadow of The Forest?

5. Has The Wild Boar Ever Thinking That Moon Is a Boar Stuck at the Elevation Then Slept and Sleep Is On?

6. Is the Forest to Which There is No Boar Still Worthy to be Called Forest? Why No Boar Moon? Night Boar?

7. Can Later When I Die and Bury in the Forest, Then from My Grave Go Out a Wild Boar Without Shadow?
 May 2017
Star BG
I am a dreamer and the dream,
ECHOING inside a precious heart.
I vibrate to celebrate the moment
as drifting below satin clouds.

I am the dreamer and the dream
MADE from intentions in thoughts.
I dance merging with the wind,
breathing deep inside gratitude.

I am the dreamer and the dream
FLYING inside aspirations free.
I travel to fields of endless possibles
connecting to all inside oneness,
inside the universe.
inspired by Jim Davis's photo
 May 2017
Amaranthine
Sitting in the moonlight
Near the edge of a pond...
Fishes are playing with might
Around my legs with a fond...

Heavy rain, starry night
Alone with umbrella & foggy sight
Eyes are spinning from left to right
From bottom to up for bright

Beaming,Blazing, dazzling stars
Worth of doing many wars
I want that cluster of stars &
Whole Stardust to wash my scars....

I just held my umbrella in a pond.....
Water of their Reflections is in my bond....
Clusters​ of stars are
Jailed in my umbrella...
Just to free another Cinderella....
Inspired by my profile picture​....
#umbrella #cindrella #stars
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