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 Jan 2016 Ishita
LJ Chaplin
It was during the warmth of
The spring when you arrived,
A stranger from thin air,
An entity that only I
Could see.

You watched from a distance,
On the sidelines of my life
As I rose and fell,
Sailing a ship that had no
Destination but still drifted on.

I was reckless, I was young,
I was free.
But with freedom came the price
Of uncertainty,
Of holding a compass with no
Sense of direction
And too much open space
To find a home to settle down.

That's when you stepped in.
It was unnerving at first,
To have you sit me down
And play out my future
In front of my wandering eyes,
But then it grew beautiful,
Appreciated,
Like a cinematic masterpiece.
I knew what I had to do,
Where to go,
How to root myself to the earth
And move with its rotation
Like the hands of a clock.

And then you were gone.
I never knew your name,
Your story,
Or why you arrived.
© L.J. Chaplin
 Jan 2016 Ishita
LJ Chaplin
If I ever owned a star
I wouldn't name it after you,
I'd name it after every soul
And all the lives that they lived through,
Watch the world turning and see all the sights,
Just like the satellites.

Punch holes through atmospheres,
Like when the air breaks from feathered wings,
We'd all explore the milky way
And tiptoe across Saturn's rings,
Run with the comets faster than the speed of sound
To places NASA never found.

We wander far away
Where gravity can't pull us down,
Further than Pluto's gaze,
Where toes will never touch the ground,
Creating a big bang that ignites a spark,
Burns out the fear and casts out the dark.
© L.J. Chaplin
 Jan 2016 Ishita
Bianca Reyes
Jump these fences
Dismantle my defenses
Possess my heart
Tear me apart
Written on January 5, 2016 and share on HelloPoetry on the same day.
Copywrite and all rights reserved under the possession of Bianca Reyes
 Jan 2016 Ishita
moss
seven billion
 Jan 2016 Ishita
moss
there are seven billion puzzles
on this third rotating planet
each one has their troubles
in this world that we inhabit

these seven billion mysteries
hold secrets left unshared
they all have their histories
but their futures make them scared

and these seven billion riddles
leave you speechless, without answers
with pieces missing from their middles
we're unconscious of their cancer
I always found the idea that everyone is a puzzle that can never be completely solved to be both a beautiful and a devastating concept at the same time. People are fascinating.
 Jan 2016 Ishita
Àŧùl
Silence
 Jan 2016 Ishita
Àŧùl
No sound is made,
When dreams shatter,
Just eerie silence.

No physical wounds,
When hearts are broken,
Just silent tears.
My HP Poem #954
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2016 Ishita
Àŧùl
Thanks for ditching me,
And showing your reality.

Your real face isn't special,
Just like others you are.

Your love was only an illusion,
I am so sorry for expecting from you.
My HP Poem #955
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2016 Ishita
Àŧùl
Barista
 Jan 2016 Ishita
Àŧùl
I am the barista you seek,
I will brew the strongest,
Or may be softer love.

It maybe your choice,
It's a command for me,
I will just hum the tune.
My HP Poem #956
©Atul Kaushal
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