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 Mar 2015
Dhaye Margaux
How distressing this point is--
Stroking keys
but
letters seem transparent

My psyche
has
c
            o
            l
                     l
                               a
                   p
                       s
                      e
                              d

                          again.
Blackout. Block out.
Somewhere between the here and now there lies a place forever, where I stand with you in the morning sun beside a waterfall, and watch the river of creation flow gently to the sea.

To take you in the water like a nymph all dressed in dew, while our spirits soar to mountaintops to fly with eagles and climb with ewes.  In love is an eternity that cannot be concealed, but no matter what you say of it it's only what you feel.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
The darkness it burnt upon my
Angel wings, they wilted, with
Each moment of this forsaken
Place, my soft skin did  haemorrhage
Tainted with each breath every
Movement that I crawled upon
This acidic land corroded my light .

My white turned yellow, changed
From pure to black, I was in agony
As that which was white should
Never be turned to that. I was
Winged, not able to give motion
To the air, I was a ground dweller
As if wings were a weight a persecution
To the time of air, now dragging like
A weight a conscience upon my back.

I must have walked upon this scared
Land, I must have moved these once
Pure now tainted as dragged like sin
Behind my back.

I was before I fell, I contemplated
That which I had been and that
Which this land whispered to me
Become. The light was dulled, smothered
Like a wet blanket over a fire, Suffocated
What burnt bright, now I was being
Extinguished my dulled light.

I remembered I fell and my skin smelt
Sulphuric with a hint of light, I knew
I had bleed hatred behind me, I knew
That I had been left, abandoned to this
Isolation. My wings had regained there
Imagery, they were like crows feathers
Pure, dark, black as night.

I despised  those above, their light, ignited
Hatred, deep within where something that
Beat but know was just black, I launched
Upon the breeze to take me vengeance
Upon that purity that  glided, flowed.

I am that which will take those of higher
morals and bring them to the place of
Solitude, of loneliness, they will remember
The pain of those they had been left in the
Darkness,  For light can only last so
Long before it becomes what was before.
#light #darkness #fallen #
 Mar 2015
Olivia Kent
Where is it?
The unspoken inertia's setting in.
Searched high and low.
Under the cushions.
Beneath the settee.
On the bus.
In the car.
In my bed.
Must be in my head.
My stamina has gone down the drain.
Such a pain.

I found my answer finally.
Deep in a can of fizzy drink.
Loaded with sugar.
Hell what a ******...
All those calories they buzzed me up.
And then increased my waistline!
(C) LIVVI
LOL
 Mar 2015
Rayénari Das
Hide your scars
away from my lips
and maybe
illness will save us from past

Hide your lips
from my fire mouth
and maybe
we'll meet in the entrance of love

Hide your legs
from my one-thousand-eyes
and maybe
the end will take us
to the awakeness
or the misery
of being
two
sparks
of
divinity.

Hide your shame
into my chest
and i promise my love
i'll keep it safe
and clear
and pure

Hide anything
but
your
soul.
 Mar 2015
Alice Morris
A blanket of gold
swaying in light summer breeze
source of food for all
 Mar 2015
Bruised Orange
You are not my children,
tender as you are.
You are not my lover,
though you cause my heart to yearn.
You are not my sun,
or my moon,
or my star.

I set you on this rock;
you will not make me burn.

You are simply sticks,
arranged upon the pyre.
You are clever tricks,
though you flaunt my clear desire.
You are not the match,
or the wick,
or the fire.

I set you on this rock;
To see what might transpire.

You will never be a pheasant's egg to be coddled.
You are only this: a calf led to the slaughter.
A poem addressed to my poems, in the midst of the dreaded poetry workshop, where my lovelies are torn to shreds.  An attempt to maintain distance, for the sake of learning.  It's hard.
 Mar 2015
jeanette korbel
Eventually people stop talking I understand.
Iit feels just a week ago you were holding my hand.
I thought it wasn't just going to be me anymore.
Until the last time I talked to you,you walked out the door.
Evey night before i go to sleep I wonder why things change.
It seems as times fly past nothing stays the same.
I wish I can go back in life and fix my mistakes.
I would save alot of love lost and heartbreaks.
 Mar 2015
ryn
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
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 Feb 2015
kay
Don't write me off as apathetic because you don't understand me.
I am mountains sobbing in earthquakes.
I am rivers screaming in floods.
I am bridges laughing into splinters.
I am systems crashing and burning out with a wink of light.
I am a wildfire in skin and clothes and I would destroy you if I showed you my true self.
Do not underestimate my emotions because you do not see them.
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