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 Feb 2015
David
Seize each glad moment
Cherish it before it dies
Smold'ring in ashes
David  copyright  February 18, 2015
 Feb 2015
Tatiana
Beautiful eyes
Little lies
I've tried to help you
God knows how i've tried

Strong friends
Sticking around as the river bends
But I lost you in the rapids
and I sighed for this is how it ends

I found a song
It was for you but it was too long
The words I wrote no longer apply
How could I have been so wrong

I burned it
Along with a shirt in a fire pit
I tried to save you, I really did
But you left me in a dangerous fit

I tried to save you from this danger
But my mother said "You can't change her."
And we took different paths into the dark, my friend
I gave up, and now you're a stranger
It took a very long time to express this. She was my friend and I tried so hard to help her and she hurt me in return and then never spoke to me again even though I see her all the time. We just don't know each other anymore.
 © Tatiana
 Feb 2015
NuurSeraph
I arrived into this world
already overwhelmed
unsteady, my eyes reflected deep pleading and worry,
"I'm not sure I'm ready, are you sweet mommy?
Either way we're stuck with each other, best of luck,"

said I to my mother.

I spent my childhood creating sanctuary
in my world of make-believe
so very often I would retreat
to my inner realm of fantasy.

I spent so much time just dancing around
to my own self composed symphonic sounds
I would improvise in my mind
but if not lost in that endeavor
I'd march about feeling clever
making up stories to speak on the spot
to read aloud from any book
cause I did not care what the words might read
I'd spin my own tale as I pleased

Still in this way , I overlay
a touch of magic into my days
it makes it possible
the supernatural ~
to coincide with what my eyes perceive
what my mind believes to be reality.

So when the night falls
gently over me, I lay peacefully
my body and the spirit of my soul departs easily
into the realm of innocence
where all that is has always been and always will be
th'ineffable thought of infinity.

When I wake to begin again
I understand the master plan
is co-creation
in the dance of Life.
Beautiful and tragic,
but always magic
nothing appears as it seems
when everything
is but a dream.
 Feb 2015
Tupelo
Come along you silent poets,
Tell the tales of your faithful fallings,
All the demons you have battled,
Every rainstorm that left you to drown,
Share with us those hidden pleasures,
Whatever lends your lips to curl into a smile,
And the medicine for all the aches
 Feb 2015
Emily Tyler
It made me
Sick.

The kind of sick
That books describe
As green,
Ghostly skinned
With red rust noses.

Sick to my stomach
Like when you wake up
At 2:00 AM
And realize that
Something
Is
Not
Right
Before you sprint
Down the hall
To the bathroom
And ***** pizza bagels into the
Pristine marble sink.

It made me sick like
When it gets so bad that
Blowing your nose hurts
Because the extra soft Kleenex
Have scratched your skin raw
Over
And
Over
Again.

It made me sick
When I realized
That it wasn't you that I loved
But the feeling of being loved.
 Jan 2015
Tatiana
When the flowers push through the snow
and there is a splash of green
that starts to grow
and I can say good bye to all I know,
because everything is new now.
As the sun starts to warm me,
a smile spreads across my face,
because i'm in love with Spring.

The heat I feel only intensifies
and the sun is brighter than ever before,
it's about time that I realize
that this season always satisfies.
My emotions are one fire
and my passion is relentless.
Fireworks are exploding in the sky
because i'm in love with Summer.

The warmth turns to cool and detached
and I sit on my back steps
the feeling is so distant, unattached
as I watch the leaves fall, their colors unmatched
by the pain I feel as they land gently on the ground.
But it is still amazing to experience, and i'm awed.
I walked over to the leaves and laid down,
because i'm still in love with Autumn.

It's so cold now and I am sick most of the time
I don't have the chance to go outside
for there is icicles hanging off the wind chimes
and the season is in its prime,
yet there's something beautiful about that.
I find that I don't care that it's cold outside
and there is six inches of snow on the ground, I embrace it,
and I find that i'm in love with Winter as well.
I'm in love with the seasons
 Jan 2015
Alex Fern
It is possible to go into detail forever about anything
It makes poems that are about everything seem so dull
No human could possibly comprehend every single thing at once
Categories maybe
But a fully relatable and tangible poem has to be specific
I can talk about metaphors
How something is something else
How life is dull
How nothing quite is the way it should be
I could write about how deceiving everything is
How death could or could not be mysterious
Poetry is art
Art should change, develop, and turn into new forms
Art is poetry
I will be my own artist
I will speak as though i am god
I am god
I will list my flaws to protect myself from the judgment of readers
I want to make art until I die
I want you to read every single word that comes to my head
I am cliche
I know I’m cliche
I want you to appreciate me as much as I appreciate me
I want to talk to you like a lover
You are art
You are a poem
You are so specific
You are me and I love you
 Jan 2015
Daniel Hunt
I can hear your whisper,
upon the breeze,
and see your smile,
in the sun.

I touch your kisses,
by the dew,
as the meadow lark,
sings his song.

I can smell your fragrance,
upon pedaled stems,
and the color abundance,
shows your joy.

I feel your tears,
when it rains,
soft, salty,
and warm.

I will always listen,
to how you speak to me,
silent purity,
upon my heart.
This is my message to Slilent Talking
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