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 Oct 2015
phalaenopsis
the sun.
a fiery yellow goddess;

and the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.

the moon is a silvery mystery,
with his brooding manner.

he only shines
because the sun graces him
with some of her confidence.

he only shines
because the sun
completes him.

these two lovers,
separated by space.
they worship from afar.

and the royal goddess,
weeps heat
down to us,
her unlucky prisoners.

she pours out her tears of heat
unto the world,
engulfing us,
in her anger and sorrow.

but the moon,*
the queer, shy, moon.
the moon,
her fervent lover,
her devout worshiper.

the moon hides behind dark clouds,
and only comes out to peak at the
             sad,
                                    mediocre,
                                                and stupid
                                                                             lives
we mortals live.

he peaks in wonder,
he peaks in curiosity.
but all eyes fall on him when he steps out.

he is a silver mirage of beauty.

the moon, unlike his fiery lover,
is shy.

he goes into hiding again
once all eyes fall
                                  on him.

sometimes,
the moon
goes out of character.
he gets jealous of earth.

earth,
     who takes all of the suns attention.

earth,
who's life revolves around energetic sun.

so sometimes,
the moon,
steps in front of the earth,
and receives all of the beautiful suns glory.
even if just for a moment,

the lovers are reunited.

but,*
space pulls them apart.

as the sun continues to lash down
heat unto mortals.

as the moon, the brooding moon,
continues to hide behind the cloaking clouds,
unseen to the world.
yeah so i was looking outside and... this happened.
 Oct 2015
Mike Essig
sometimes your body wavers
becomes transparent as light

yet still somewhere
solid lovely flesh

in such moments
contradictions define us

and distance casts a shadow
black as lonely night

but we shall keep trying
until we get it right

until flesh and light
merge simply into living sight

and together becomes
a wholeness of delight

  ~mce
aweezer
 Oct 2015
David Ehrgott
I heard you made a story
just the other day
to show the world a wind of news
that blows in everyday

You're always over trying
When it's your turn to behave
at least you still stuck with it
Got plenty now to save

I once believed your story
and everything you said
Sometimes I wish I had listened
to someone else instead

Do you believe in make believe
or are you immune to it
Sometimes I like to just pretend
Hello there, have we met

But that was many years ago
Before you crapped on it
My life or what it really is
a simple dull existence

You added very interestingly
excitement and much stress
added pain and misery
to a life already bent

But your story is so very old
The jealous lovers end
If I can't have him no one can
so devious your plan

Your arms (are) like a Cephelopod
Devitalize my wit
I'm sure the world can figure out
Who is the devil-fish

Reality was my start plan
Yours was just garbage
Why did you choose to bother me
I had no life to begin with

I once believed in make believe
I thought we could be friends
That was many years ago
Before my life did end

But don't give up the hope my friend
She can't destroy all' men
Some even know they're lucky gents
Avoiding her playpen

I like to make up make believe
some thing to believe in
Don't worry it won't hurt your ears
or ruin you again

I want to live in make believe
and start over again
paint all the colors nice this time
so my life can begin

Do you believe in make believe
Then come on, jump right in
enjoy the fun and happiness
and make believe again
 Oct 2015
GaryFairy
solely engrossed, slow to emotions
prone to be a soul that is broken
lowly focus, frozen devotion
vocal notions erode when unspoken

doing fine, i lie with a smile
while i fight my own private trial
i clear my head, i'm alright for a while
but
a mind that is clear is a mind in denial

goal, avoidance of a throat opened
my vocal notions will go unspoken
choking on the voices stolen
prone to be a soul that is broken
working with long o and long i sounds
 Oct 2015
Gabriel
Deep within the average stone lies a perfectly symmetrical form, creation of a being for which love is often adorned.  

In between the finer lines exists a calculated summation, the dreams within a tattered mind step far from elation.

Imagination grips the sidewalk as if there never was a path, still too lost in the numbers to even do the math.

Where does a sidewalk end if it merely bends into a fulcrum, because standing still is not an outcome.

So we must break the coal mold to expose the diamond, to greet a dark world with our light fully shining.
 Oct 2015
Sebastian Hertl
Step... Step... Step...*

Gravel groans and trees whisper,
As a stride splinters the silence.

Heel chases toe,
Unearthing new tracks,
Shadowing where he once was.

Thoughts fixate,
In a battle against pace,
As a breath permeates each pause.

His body begs a break,
As his will presses onward.

But he persists,
One step at a time.
For one day, he will conquer.
1,2,3,3,2,3.
 Oct 2015
NV
18.
it's sorta kinda my birthday today.
and i know i should be happier than i am right now.
but truth is, i'm not.
i'm pretty much depressed to be honest.
but not that it matters though.

i really just wanted to thank all you bloggers for giving me pieces of your heart,
the kindness and motivation that makes my world seem like a better place at times.
because if there's one good decision i've made in life,
it would be opening up myself to all of you.

this space has made me feel heard.
this space has made me feel wanted.
this space has made me feel loved.

and just in case you didn't know,
every one of you,
makes a difference,
every time.
and i know i don't know you - but i love you anyways
Carve this heroine from black polished Obsidian , begat by fire , tempered with beauty , charm .. Place her figure high above for all to see !. On a base of red Verona marble , defining strength and honor ! Surround this monument with honeysuckle and gardenia alongside a bench made of granite so that the weary may rest beneath her , cloaked in the reflected light of liberty and abiding love for country ! On watch for all eternity .....
Copyright October 13 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved ***Young lady from McDonough , Georgia killed in Afghanistan last week. Coming home today ..
 Oct 2015
Sadie
loneliness.
what is it?
for me, it's pacing up and down
in the middle of a road barefoot
staring up at that stars,
knowing that inside the house
my two best friends are making love
to each other,
wondering why that can't be me too.
instead i walk along this broken asphalt
and it's 1 am
and i'm staring at those tiny lights
feeling so far away and empty.
missing you, but knowing
that i probably lost us.
i'm sorry.
This was last night.
Copyright @ Sadie Whitney
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