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 Dec 2017 Isabelle
Kellin
Almost eight billion souls
And all I see in them
is your absence
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
ryn
Hard Fall
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
ryn
Falling...

That’s the easy part.
It’s beyond your control really.
Like a mat being pulled from under you.
Or tripping over something as obscure as a centimetre rise on the pavement.

And as you fall, you can’t deny the excitement and exhilaration as your heart quickens.
Adrenalin courses through your system in a feeble attempt to heighten your reflexes and realign your senses...

Just so you could perhaps stop yourself from getting hurt.

But you also know that you can’t fight the laws of physics and the fact that you’re not a cat.
So you can’t help but submit fully to that moment of defeat.

Now you’ve slammed into the ground.
Tasted dirt...
And rubbed faces, knees and elbows with the harshness of the earth.

If you do get up,
would you be ever so careless again?




I’d watch where I was going if I were you.
Me loving you was frowned upon.
But boy, was I stubborn.
I insisted that deep down,
you're good;
I refused to see the bad in you.
Even though I was often hurt,
I shut the negativity out.
Wanting desperately
for others to see what I see.
But now I realize
that you're a lost cause.
Because loving you means
hurting and losing me.

-m.b
This was written last week but I forgot to upload it
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
riwa
patterns.
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
riwa
we’ll go days without speaking,
a blanket of awkward silences wrapped so tightly around us that we won’t have any room to move.

then you’ll text me.
i’ll reply.
tell you how greatly i’ve missed you, and that everything is okay now.

we’ll talk.

i’ll forbid myself from falling for you again, but when had i ever really listened to my own warnings?

once i’ll start getting pulled in again,

you’ll start to pull away.
then i start thinking too much.

(28.11.17)
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
S Olson
We are elaborate animals made of wood
earth, flowing like water into the veins
of the sky.

The sun being a fist of lava, and the night
being an enticing molar—we are
a succession of tides, being swallowed
by successions of day; and how beautifully
we wilt in the presence of joy.

The moon may be nothing
but a luminous
stone

and to eat the poetry of it
is how one chokes
on love

but the romance of morning
is that if by midnight
you are alive, that is joy.
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Seema
You fly up high
You fly down low
You are a beauty
A natures show
You are a beetle
So **** cute
Tho so little
You ain't a mute
A power pack
Loaded on your back
You flash your lights
And ignite the nights
The light that glow
I hope it doesn't blow
Your wings are shiny
Your eyes so tiny
If your heat bell rings
You might burn your wings
It would make me sad
To see a burned firefly
Others have fled
As above my head you fly
You are my beautiful
Firefly...


©sim
 Nov 2017 Isabelle
Seema
You are above me
You are below me
You are all around me
Dear God, it's about me
It's about us
It's about them
It's about we
Dear God, bless me
Bless us
Bless them
Bless all living kinds
Erase the darkness from their minds
You are merciful
You are loving
You are not a myth
You are omnipresent
A past, present and future
Your arms surrounds the nature
I may not see you
I may not feel you
I may not know you
But you never forget
You push every being until they get
On their feet and tracks
You are the peace that fills the dark cracks
You are the thought in my head
You are my friend when am sad
I love you and I know others do as well
For you are my guide
Your teachings and words I shall abide...

©sim
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