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 Sep 2015
CA Guilfoyle
Sometimes
before you arrive
I imagine the drive
the dusty winds
roads blown sand blind
the breath hot desert
red upon your back
the drown of dripping sweat
a mirage, a swimming lake
an oasis, of mind escape
how you travel as saguaro fields fly by.
 Sep 2015
raine cooper
maybe yours would be hands that stay
or your eyes, stars that won't burn out
maybe your waves would keep reaching,
instead of relentlessly leaving the shore
but i have said goodbye to parts of myself
and i know they'll never come back
the parts that love
the pieces that trust
they lay here shattered and broken
and i can't let anything close
because i am made entirely of ruins
and i destroy all that i touch
©rainecooper
 Sep 2015
Tatiana
Never to forget.
*9/11
 Sep 2015
CA Guilfoyle
If
If I could see you shining
clear in mirrored waters
if you'd come to rest
in green fields
of peace
sweetly sleep
breathe in sync
with me
 Sep 2015
Willow-Anne
I have unique opinions
Just like all of you
Sometimes they seem out there
I have a different view

I think that show is good,
I think that dress looks nice,
I think that things are better
When you experience them twice

But my opinions are wrong
Or so you'd have me believe
You don't listen to a word I say
Because you think that I'm naive

I vocalize my thoughts
And all I hear is "No"
You always shut me down because
I "think" whereas you "know"

I can't get out a single thought
Without you telling me I'm wrong
Your words continue on forever
And eventually others tag along

Everything you ever say
You present as if it's fact
Other people must be mistaken
And you inform them without tact

Lately I don't even bother
I keep my thoughts all locked away
It isn't worth it with you fighting
Against every word I say

I think people need to shut up
And just let me say my due
I'm aloud to have my own opinions
But of course that opinion is wrong too
 Sep 2015
CA Guilfoyle
Sink deep your feet
the moss and muddy floor
grey with rain
the weeping moss
hanging in the trees
ravens cry, calling thee
into the starless void
of moonless canopy
a hidden place
wherein the soul illuminates
a cynosure of deeper truths
a dark that lights the way
 Sep 2015
CA Guilfoyle
Early in the morning
blue skies of birdsong
winging in summer
singing sweet of dawn
awakened from dreaming
the day is unfolding with love
early in the morning with the sun
we are opening like blossoms at blue lily pond
no words spoken only reflection within
early in the morning with the sun
 Sep 2015
CA Guilfoyle
Oh when I was north, cold
and white as snow geese
blue on water ice, I'd fly
glide on frozen ponds
cry with snowflake eyes
sigh of winter's long goodbye
 Sep 2015
Marian
In a dreamy woodland
There's a cottage just for me
And it's waiting there now
Beside a peaceful stream
Where quiet maples grow
And deer are not afraid
Where mushrooms grow in sweet silence
And sunlight glistens amongst the leaves
There's an enchanted cottage
Hidden in those shady woods
Where running cedar
And lady ferns intertwine
Where tears never fall
From any eye
That is where my secret abode
Is found in shadowy canopy
Of sun-dappled trees
Where dewdrops passionately kiss
The demure bluebells
Where breezes whisper
Through tall, swaying pines
And rustle ancient autumn leaves
From many seasons ago
Where time stands still
And woodland fairies dance
Where willow harps are played
Echoing in dreamy breezes
Through the trees and dancing through the air
Waltzing with the butterflies
Touching the lemon citrus sun
With fingers of gold
And spring days bygone
That's where you'll find me
Dreaming riparian
Scent of petrichor
Healing my soul
In summer woodland yonder

*~Marian~
Written: September 3, 2015, Around Midnight.
Hope You All Enjoy It!!! :)
 Sep 2015
Tatiana
I will never forget the people
on the other side of the screen.
Their names stay in my head
whenever I write.
Because I always think of how
they're a person too.
 Sep 2015
Tatiana
Oh the nostalgia,
Oh memory lane,
a poet's dream that we try to capture
in vain
because the essence of what once was,
is never the same,
as the situation is
and that is beautiful.
Beautifully lame.
Because how can one song
Trigger a lifetime of memories
If the song has no real meaning to you.
But it was the feeling,
The freedom,
The risk,
And that's why it triggers so many thoughts and memories
Pain and happiness,
And if I cry in the middle of class
While writing this,
Then it's okay,
I can feel
I can feel
I can feel.
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