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 Jan 2015
jerely
Silently breathing...
Silently holding and touching your skin

Maybe it was a caress on me
or maybe I can trace you from head to toe
this lingering feelings of mine
will you held on to?

Pieces of you is like a math problem
i can't think of any solution
i just want to jump up and flew
and keep running myself until i lose my breath

the crescent moon and the stars
is like a thousand words to confess
tranquil and quiet amusing
just like my thoughts that i wanted to tell


Will you still love me just the way i do?
or can i kiss you silently,
without you noticing it?






Silence
means  
*yes
Jerelii
Jan  8, 2015
Copyright
 Jan 2015
Louise


The waves don't seem to wash away the hurt
Scars of my past are ingrained in the sand for all to see
Salty water, desperately trying to heal the open wounds
but the sun is determined to reflect them back somehow. 
Maybe the past can never really be forgotten
I still hope with each returning tide, eventually,  
only the memories will be washed up
and not me


 Jan 2015
Alin
when the moon
draws a shape
maybe a flower or a heart

along the homogeneous equivalence of an
asphalt – oh are you driving so fast?

made of the frosty glitters of the night

show the generosity
to accept a gift
a gift that can make a difference

it’s been set apart for you
and only for the blessed you.
 Jan 2015
Hannah Lorrelle
For the wolf
the Moon is a curse
a foul transformation of pain and shame
forced upon him by nature herself.

For the Sea
the Moon is a cruel lover
forever sending her away pushing her aside
only to draw her back in again endlessly.

For the Poet
the Moon is a torturer
forcing upon her emotions of all sorts
we feel happiness, and love, life and death under it's light.

The Wolf picks himself up once more, survives another night.
The Sea cries salty tears of scorn, but yet she returns once again.
So also must the poet pick herself back up, and carry on another sleepless night.
This, like all of my work, is a work in progress. I do a lot of writing about the wolf, and the moon. So if you like this one look out for more.
 Jan 2015
Hannah Lorrelle
I cannot escape
your pull on me
like the pull of the moon
tugging on the ocean of my soul
changing the tides within me.

You wake something within me
a curse,
something savage and beautiful.

I, like the wolf
am changed in your light
turned into something new.

I long to run
paws to the ground
long to howl at the night
nothing holding me back
but your gentle, changing light.

So, if you are the moon
if you are change
let me be the wolf
let me be changed.
 Jan 2015
PrttyBrd
There was a time
I was his very breath
His rising sun and waxing moon
I am still his love

There was a time
I was his heaven on earth
His goddess, his flowing tide
I am still his love

There was a time
I never left his thoughts
I was his very smile
I am still his love

There was a time
I could be who I am
No pain in accidental words
I am still his love

There was a time
He accepted all my flaws
Danced and basked in them
I am still his love

There was a time
Distance wasn't pain
And my existence didn't break his heart
I am still his love

There was a time
My smile didn't cut
The truth of us was all he needed
I am still his love

There was time
I was naught but joy
Not steeped in impossibilities
I am still his love

There was a time
I warmed his heart with my own
Now a waning moon and ebbing tide
But I am still his love
1415
On a good day, Distance does not exist, time stands still, and he loves me.
The man in the moon
has a big conundrum
cause he can't always talk
to his good friend the sun
for he is tucked away,
kept out of sight,
for when the suns out
the moon sees the night.

There once was a time
he was part of the earth,
till a comet collided
for all it was worth.
The earth was surprised
with the immediate shock
and the loss of a massive,
great big piece of rock.

That great piece of rock,
far off it did zoom
from big brother earth,
now the man in the moon.
Every time
the sun comes to play,
the moons bigger brother,
'the earth's,' in the way.

His brother of course,
will pass messages on
but it isn't the same
as a chat with the sun.
But once in a while
the moon he can mix
with his good friend the sun
in a total eclipse.

When part of the earth
he saw the sun once a day
till that comet then crashed
and sent him far away.
But somehow they managed
their friendship to fix
and all with the help
of the total eclipse.

They get to catch up,
but not for too long
for they soon take there places,
go home where they belong.
The total eclipse
is a lifeline that ends
but for a short time it helps
puts together two friends
There is always a way to keep a friend!
3rd January 2015.
Happy New Year
to all of my friends here on HP.
 Jan 2015
Tiffanie Noel Doro
Nothing has ever felt so unreal as the moment a goodbye kiss gave me a certain calmness
which told me all I ever needed to know

I look back on those moon lit nights, paying close attention to the stars-
their whispered lullabies-
Secrets tossed from the world-
and wonder if we will ever follow that moon back home

Yet I know that
One day those secrets will burst-
The Stars will collide and the ashes will cover our grounds
Wherever we may be

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
 Dec 2014
Dhaye Margaux
I won't forget the day you said
That you will love me forever
And with that glow in my finger
I entrusted my life to you
My past
My present
My future
All of me
Is yours.

I don't know why you left me
Sailing alone
You started smiling
While I'm here
Waiting for your help.

You waved your hand
Like boasting
The absence of your ring
While curving a confident grin
From that face I longed to touch
But slowly fading from my eyes.

Into the sea
You left me
Drowning
From the misery
Of your retreat
But, no!
I struggled
To swim
And live
For you
Because I was still hoping
That one day
You'll come back
To rescue me

But you never did.

Now I have learned
To swim against the waves
Reached the shore
And can play with the sea-

   I don't need you anymore.
For her...

*A new version of an old piece. I altered the last verse then added another , then the final line.

A FREE verse.  LOL
 Dec 2014
L
this body of mine
is a sunken ship
wrecked and rusted,
seemingly nothing left to salvage;
this vessel can no longer float,
I know but,
the moss green coating these corroded limbs
a whole spectrum of colour peaking out from behind my curves
an ecosystem,
making a home of an empty frame
this body might be submerged in this unforgiving sea
but don't worry,
there is still life here.
l.h.

I have a thing for ships/shipwrecks obviously
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