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 Nov 2014
Jennifer Thorsen
Tell me it isn't true
That there is a science to everything
In all things measurable
Please PLEASE don't let love be one of them
If love is quantified
Then we are chained to it
As the flame draws wax from wick
The end is in site
And we extinguish along with it
 Nov 2014
Suzy Hazelwood
Is a fruitless tree
still worthy?

Is a person
fruitless
empty
lacking in lustre
of no value?

Maybe
they're still waiting
to blossom
 Nov 2014
Brycical
May you rest well & tango with the crimson leaves aglow with whimsical love living in their veins vivaciously while the effervescent vicarious vespers of air spirits lift and play oboe tones atop the glorious ruby mountain in the kiss of dusk.

Also i love you dear, sweet honey cinnamon habibi queen goddess being.
 Nov 2014
ComplicatedCharmer
O lover

Sharing that supernovae space with you

Led me to a mischievous sleep which is

both hard to fall in and even harder

to wake up from.

but to your chirpy noise,

I flutter my eyes to catch

a clear glimpse of you,and I find

you,in front of me,smelling of

jasmine,and the

blossom of your

lips compel me to extract

all its sweet juices and now

I find  myself

staring at you,and then your

face close to me,while I enjoy

the touch of your

heavy breathing,

you surface the velocity

of my hefty heartbeats.

To which you chuckle,

your crooked teeth smiling through,

and the crinkles on your nose make

a beautiful pattern,

your cheeks crimson red,

and after a long span of seconds,

I finally catch my breath again

and I heavily blink,

opening up to see that

you were,well,

GONE .

{this is a fictional piece by umm me, and this is written with the perspective of  a man for her lady muse}
 Nov 2014
Jennifer Thorsen
Window after window
People live
Like animals in a zoo
Each one in their own personal space
In disregard of all the others
Canned conversations
I look in each window
Trying to gather something I can use
A swatch of color
A gesture
A mannerism
A point of conversation
Constantly gathering data
Discarding ideas
Filing what is clever
Building an amalgam
The fluttering eyelashes
Soft, husky voice
Tall, straight posture
Graceful movement
All learned
Bought
Blended
I have built myself
From used parts
 Nov 2014
Briana
"Can I get a light?"
and a withered, ***** hand reaches out.
She leans in, inhales, and spark.
Here in this moment,
there is intimacy.

This a moment of trust,
as she leans toward a stranger
and a flame in his hand.
Their eyes never meet,
their flesh does not touch...
and yet here in this moment,
there is intimacy.

There is nothing quite like the sight,
of a beautiful girl,
bright eyes, smooth features--
leaning against a wall,
welcoming slow death into her lungs .

Her cheeks are flushed from the cold,
her chin tilts upward
as she bites the smoke,
savoring it's sweetness.

There is nothing quite like the sight
of the smoke dancing around her,
as she exhales that death into the world
slowly, gracefully through soft lips

Where did we get lost?
When did this moment of intimacy grow so deadly?
When our young get lost in the smoke,
blinking fast, stinging eyes, they cry themselves to sleep.
Unaware that the smoke that hurts so much,
is from their own hands.
 Nov 2014
NuurSeraph
~ somewhere along the tendrils of time ~*

In a not too far, not too distant past
I was spinning daily my alternate reality overlapping the real world daily
just to get by.

Why? you might ask
oh, sweet friend
I like the magic of pretend
the muted grey of everyday
I could not play
I found it way too boring.

I spoke a tongue all my own
I reveled till my mind was blown
by what my eyes could see.

Goosebumps would prickle my skin
as my dance would begin
from mourning to morning
I'd spin and spin ~

I left the Earth beneath my feet
In an instance
I knew her secrets complete
I felt a touch of divinous power
I rose much taller than the tallest tower

Until the day it became too much
I couldn't sustain this unearthly rush
electrical circuits began to fry
I had no one with whom to cry

I would not make it another day
I had to choose to walk away
My ethereal realm, I could not stay
but that's okay for still I roam
on grounded Earth I call my home.
You don't really wanna know the truth,
Do you?
I'm scared of what you might see,
Or that you just won't believe...
I think I'll try this new thing called
Honesty
Granted, it's not really new to me
I'm all for telling everyone else the truth
But I need to be honest with myself
There's just certain things I don't wanna believe
If everyone else can see,
Then I'm really gonna try for you
I guess what they say is true...
"The Truth Will Set You Free"
This is the first in a series I'll be posting, every evening I'll post a 10w "truth" about myself.  Starting tonight, let's get some honesty trending...
 Nov 2014
shåi
i have fought
against every word
i have ever wrote
and will write
just for the urge
to suffocate
in the syllables
and punctuation marks
hoping for another day to
smile again
and also
to
be cleansed in a way
the creativity may
flow through me
once again
(b.d.s.)
 Nov 2014
Bobbie Leigh Nelson
Trillions of tiny warm pieces of coral, rock, and sea bones run smoothly through the hands and feet of one female being.
She sits upon the shoreline watching the way the tide and waves change...watching the almost reddish-orange sun set.
The sun that she is mesmerized by.
Mesmerized in such a way it causes her mind to open up, like a whales mouth when it's ready to satisfy it's hunger, looking almost as if its about to swallow the whole ocean itself.
With her brain burst asunder by the wonder of God's creation, she starts to think..thinking as she never did before, and putting thought into things that has never even crossed her mind.
Time is now infinite.
As hours pass, which seem like seconds, thoughts are no longer the only thing that surrounds her.
She is now accompanied by a Dream.
A dream which is as sweet as the very breeze that swifts across the ocean tops and embraces the most exotic extracts from the fruits and flowers around her.
A dream that cannot be expressed with words, but more rather jesters, thoughts, and actions...acts of love and uncontrollable feelings of desire and emotion.
Though in the deepest urge of reaching this dream, one never truly realizes how much pain, heartache, and sorrow one must endure to accomplish this ultimate beauty.
The understanding of this so called pain or love-sick criteria is, for some, too overwhelming for them to comprehend..and so we, me, you, or whomever simply just give up.
So truly, the strongest really do survive the pain love brings.
And so now, as the day becomes night, the sunset fades, and the oceans calm...that young female being heads back to another place of paradise, where she will lay her thoughts, dreams, and concerns on a pillow.
Yet as sure as the moon is forever, so was once a dreamer who is now the dream.

*-Bobbie Leigh
 Nov 2014
darling iridescence
lips that were shaped by cupids
saints could worship
and god did I worship
them--
from afar.
What can I do when
bible verses sound like
poetry on her tongue?
What else can I do when
her hips are my steeple
and I can't sully them
with sin?
The lines on her hands are
my koran
and I was so scared to ruin them with
my ***** palms that she was gone
before I could prostrate myself
before her,
in devotion.
oops
 Nov 2014
Ronnie James Corbin
In the beginning, I was the universe
Formless, without shape or reason
Everything I felt floating around inside me
In no order, like stardust
Stumbling its way through life, arbitrarily

Then, you came...

And suddenly, I found myself
Floating in the most beautiful ellipse
In perfect order, indefectible
With your breathtaking soul at the center

I felt you pulling me into shape
My awkward human form molding to your perfection
Your gravity grasps me by the back of my hair
and pulls me in for a long kiss
And at that moment I felt a 10 millennium old star
Shatter into a supernova at the force of our love
While we stand in front of it's glow,
And smile together
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