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 Dec 2014
Archita
Waking up in the morning.
The day isn't bright.
Calm as water to the people
Volcanoes erupting on the inside.

The box of thoughts you lock away,
Pretending you've lost the keys.
Nights you spend in a corner.
What is it you seek?

You walk on a tight rope
Falling, your only choice.  
Blink, and people will notice
The tears forming in your eyes.

Storm's coming your way.
And you've been out with only an umbrella.
You think you are strong?
The fake laughters and smiles.
You've been at it for much too long.

The days will be brighter,
Shorter will be the nights.
You've been carrying a river inside you
For quite a while.
I know you can't try harder,
But love, it's okay to cry.
 Dec 2014
Tony Scallo
Into
a body
 of water
  we fall
                                                            ­                                      Much
                                                            ­                                   b i g g e r
                                                                ­                               than our
                                                             ­                                      own
                                        We
                                      fall in
                                   all shapes
                                    and sizes                        And
                                ­       carry                         with us
      The                                                     ­   ideas that are
    fused                                                    ­    together and
  make up                                                        what we
   are on a                                                           grand­
    scheme                          Of                          ­  
                                        things,
              ­                      we splatter
                                     and splash
                                      spreading
                                          what                                                  We
                                                              ­                                     carry
                                                           ­                                    to become
                   One                                    ­                                    within
              the bigger                                                           ­          body
          that we make                             Up
               what we                               were a
                  part                               of all along,
                                                          ­  we are
                                                             dro­ps
                              We
                           fall for                                                            An­
                        eternity it                                                        feels
 ­                      until finally                                                  we're at
                         the place                                                  we call home
                                                            ­                              in our ocean
                                                           ­                                   at peace
__________________­
             To become one within what we've been a part of all along
Read from left to right
 Dec 2014
Yanna
What is genuine happiness and how do I obtain it? I am in dire need of self peace. I want to put my mind at ease without substance abuse. I am tired of being a slave to my habits.
 Dec 2014
kaye
i've tried making poetry
spinning silk from cobwebs
sitting in the corners of my mind
trying to sew them
into sweaters that smell like you
so i could sleep at night

ever since i met you
i've been swallowing ball point pens
so i could spit out poems
everytime you cut me open.

there's ink in my veins
and i can't get them out
i can't quit this now, it's too late,
i've become addicted to your mouth

i painted my cheeks red;
you painted it black and blue
you turned me into art right?
i don't understand
why they kept telling me to leave you.

you tell me you don't love me,
and i keep saying i don't care.
i've felt it in your kisses
there's never been a spark in the air

you ask me why
and i tell you:
you're my favorite kind of pain.
not to be cliche, but i'd like to die
whispering your name.

my friends say i'm a fool,
"if it's an addiction, then quit"
but honesty is the best poetry,
and i'm getting pretty good at it.
 Dec 2014
Gigi Tiji
My God, what even am I?

branches are
sprouting out of my heart
and ripping
through my rib cage

my bones are shattering
as I shiver from the growth

it's all so sudden,
I feel like someone's squeezed me like a squeaky toy with it eyes
popping out of its sockets

except they're no longer attached and they're hurtling through space
at a trillion light years per second

I know I'm here to break my heart open as wide as I can so let me carve it into the bark so you can taste the sap

I'm a hall of mirrors
with many twisted reflections

I'm the shattered mirror
on your bathroom wall

They call me Narcissus

I look into the river and
fall in love with the
reflection in the
shimmering water

I go to kiss it

and my shadow falls
around it

My vision blurs
and it goes out of focus

Warm lips
Ice cold water
Stretching can be painful, but in Yoga, we are taught it is only a sensation. It is Prana, or life force energy. It is growth. As long as you continue to breathe, without holding onto thought... you can breathe in the Prana and allow it to energize you. If the state of focus is broken, you may find yourself on the floor, your ego shattered. But this is your practice. You are not growing if you are worrying about what others think about you falling. You are also not growing if you are judging others for falling. So breathe. Stretch. Get up, and grow.
 Dec 2014
Cass
I know something's changed
because when I look into my eyes
They're finally clear
 Dec 2014
Nalini
Illusions of permanence are cutting the very
Depth of this mind while it
Overflows with thoughts and
Never-ending clouds bring
'
Tears to remind how
Knowledge is the whirlwind while
Not-knowing is the silent center; still the
Ongoing winds keep tearing down every
Withered leaf from the tree of my heart.
October 23, 2014

Another one of those late-night poems. Of the kind that don't let go until they're written down on paper, but the moment they're out there, a serenity overtakes your whole being...
 Dec 2014
Taigu Ryokan
With no mind, flowers lure the
butterfly;
With no mind, the butterfly visits
the blossoms.
Yet when flowers bloom, the butterfly
comes;
When the butterfly comes, the
flowers bloom.
 Dec 2014
K Mae
as you create a blazing path
  and offer all you are
       for all that is rejoicing         
          how precious life is

knowing nothing I see you
       living as you must 
          raw and true
        volcanic heart awareness            
      embracing and embraced
                 by unknown
                     the partner true
 Dec 2014
Argentina Rose
You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.
 Dec 2014
Maria
Perched quietly on the dark oak wood
Gleaming, so bright. So .. beautiful?
Waiting
Waiting
No. I mustn't. Fight it.
Withhold the temptation.
Breathe.
Don't let go.
Stop it from screaming.
Please.
Stop it from staring.
Come now, just hold me tightly.
Keep me close and don't let go.
Just a touch, just this once
Stay with me
A scratch on the surface
Not too deep
Again and again and again.


© maria.who
 Dec 2014
Maria
I darkened my eyes with the dust of sadness, until each of them was a sea full of pearls...
~ Rumi
I LOVE reading Rumi quotes..so inspirational and marvellous!
 Dec 2014
Liliana Jaworska
In your eyes shines universe in the shape of your face.
The stars whisper verses of unconditional love.
Light of the moon emanates with your heart.
Sun burns oath of immortality on my skin.
Planets dance to the music of our souls.
Even the black hole discovered the essence of love.
Stardust wraps our bodies and souls.
Meteorites juggle in space of desire to hit ecstasy of fated land.
Interstellar space is filled with love of devotion.
Electromagnetism guards intimacy of our bodies.
Gravity is jealous about force of our feelings.
Strong impact rising between us.
Space-time continuum is richer in our kisses.
All forms of matter and energy count light years of love head over heels.
Our love was born in the Big Bang's peculiarity,
existes since the dawn of time.
Atoms formed union of our beings.
Star agglomerated in galaxies of fascination and fulfillment.
Supernova of our passion is new kind of cosmic explosion.
The shock wave propagates even in the toes and feet.
We transformed in pure energy.
Expansion of our love accelerates.
Existence has become a paradise on earth, cosmic catharsis.
Love is bliss of ******* with you.
Drink a love potion to the bottom of romanticism.
You will raise where I am.
In you I found the multiverse.
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