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  Oct 2014 Harly Coward
wordvango
One day
            we will sing together in perfect rhythm and  harmony
the song history has been awaiting
            the song of stars colliding destiny aligning with the past
and futures bright
            eclipsing the dark vast empty expanses
shining will be  the sun
            melodies of all voices
with a piece of peace
           remembering the beginnings.
  Oct 2014 Harly Coward
raingirlpoet
later
i'll tell you later
not now
not in two minutes
later
why?
because now
i am not stable
later
maybe i will be
or maybe i won't?
but maybe i will
later
i'll tell you
later
when my head is ******* on the right way and the world stops spinning so quickly
later
i won't forget, i promise
i'll tell you later
Harly Coward Oct 2014
Drip....
    Drop....
Drip....
    Drop....

The rain starts to sing
My toes catching wet kisses as they stick out from under my shelter.

Pitter Patter,
    Pitter Patter,

The rain picks up,
Using the leaves as cymbals.
The street light becomes a spot light,
The green grass sparkling, twinkling in the night.

Crunch, Crunch,
  Sploosh, Sploosh,

Hooded figures walk past through leafy puddles,
Unknowingly joining the symphony.
Their shadows creating an interpretive dance.

Drip....Pitter Patter....Crunch....Drop....Sploosh
Drip....Pitter Patter....Crunch....Drop....Sploosh

* silent applause
Harly Coward Oct 2014
I'm falling down stairs,
                                           Infinite stairs.
                     I'm falling down stairs,
                                            And there is no gravity.
                                   I'm falling down stairs,
                                                    Wait, I'm falling up stairs.
                                           I'm falling down stairs,
                                           I'm terrified and feel my stomach turn.
                                                           I'm falling down stairs,
                                                          I'm blue and purple from head to toe.
                                                                  I'm falling down stairs,
No.
I'm falling in love.
Harly Coward Oct 2014
Sitting,
Listening,
Pondering,
Breathing in the clear night,
Basking in the full moon,
Feeling exhaustion.
Drip off of my body,
Feeling the cold nip at my knees,
Gazing up.
My eyes following the lines of constellations,
Taking a moment just to be,
Because there really isn't anything better.
  Oct 2014 Harly Coward
Haydn Swan
What is it we see and so often despise,
when we view ourselves using only the eyes,
that distorted image inside our head,
the old snakes skin that we’d like to shed,

dare we look from behind the frame,
beyond the self-loathing, repulsion and shame,
our vesture is woven from the beauty inside,
so take on its mantel and wear it with pride.
I wrote this for anyone who struggles with accepting how they see themselves in the mirror, which is often very different to how others see us.  It sounds like a cliche but beauty really is what we are on the inside.
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