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Ever untouched by prying eyes
Your incandescence knows no price
No quantity of gold could wager
Your glimmering translucency

For beauty sits through frosted glass
It knows no mirror image
In sunny spells it lights the way
Just possible to distinguish

At night it sits upon the lake
Which ruminates inside your head
To change you but remain unchanged
To glow when couples wed

You are the anthropomorphism
Of waves on a summers day
You are the moment two opposing
Paths conjoin in harmony

In the instance your cover’s blown
Your reflection sits untampered
For that instant your delicate soul
Lies naked, conserved, unhampered

For all of this I sit in awe
As viscous silver streams
Carve channels at your feet
Ejecting precious molten metals

Which ignite with scorching heat
I find the strength to sit up
Then rise up onto my knees
Put out your hand and pull me up

I feel so deeply of your beauty
I cannot help but smile
When I think of your gift to me
It strikes me that time has passed

Since the sun shone to illuminate
Just how grateful I am to have an
Opposing path through frosted glass
A flower to my unkempt leaves.
“Love? What is it?
Most natural painkiller
that there is.”

- William S. Burroughs
Jagged green talons,
shoot through gold dust,
marred only by the glimmer
of the mid day solstice.

Curving misty granules
Mask temperamental land:
Tracing paper haze
Swirls of glistening sand.

Bending hills blend
Precious pallid dust
With one layer of
Whipping wind.

Your blustered footprint
Get's carried away;
Bullied by nature's
Ethereal motion.

You’ve walked for miles
Dry and lagging among
Miniature valleys of Earth's
Smoothest round stalactite.

Hear the luscious,
Climactic ocean breeze
Speak salty psalms, from
Deepest blue parchment.

The serrated cliff-face
Positioned between
The vast curvature
of the sea and dunes.

Dogtooth black vertigo
With specks of white refrain,
Which drip back down
To the tenacity of the waves

As tides rise, patience falls.
Worn away, smooth again
As a brief, conjugative
Swill of realisation

Washes out lifes impurities
Cleansing boredom into
Calm; see a metropolis
Submerge in the tide.

The landmarks and history
Are but bricks, mortar
And washed up stories
Which float away to sea.
I have no regrets!

I have learnt from my mistakes

We live with the scars we choose

© Sofia Kioroglou
I never knew how to love myself
Ending up trying but I just loathe myself
Some say it's insecurity
And some say I need help

It's kind of difficult
All these battles I've fought,
Internally...
But I'll admit it's still hurting me

The decisions I've made in the past
The mistakes I can't take back
Secrets no soul will ever know
Stories that will never be told

Wondering how did I let it get this far
How did I let it get this hard
To be happy and open up
Every time I try I get choked up

Buried inside my own soul
Regrets I have to let go
How can I tell my truth,
Without losing you?
This was a struggle to write since I haven't wrote anything in awhile and the raw emotions in this made it difficult.
 Jan 2016 Kaitlin Floyd
Viv Clark
I'd like to feel your love.
I told myself once in a while would be enough,
But I keep craving it, now that I know that you're mine.

Are you truly mine? I ask over and over again.
It feels like I am yours. Just yours.
And you gave nothing else for me.

I wandered. I ran.
I got lost, and it was silly of me to think you'd come and find me.
I always knew you'd let me slip off your hands when you had the chance

I'd like to feel your love.
I said to you once or twice.
You told me that you already do, with all the physical objects, sweet messages and the apologies you gave me for everything.
Is that not love? You ask me
I agreed because the way you said it made me crumble onto your arms once more

Such foolishness that I always fall for your flowery words
Maybe it's because I'd like to think of them as comforting kisses and embraces when you're not there to calm me down in the late hours.

It's strange that we do anything to be there for a person who's usually not going to move an inch to wipe away your tears.

I love you, I truly do.
I even wished that you did too.
But will you ever make that come true?
An old poem I made.
 Jan 2016 Kaitlin Floyd
Dee
Beautiful flower, how are you?
You've been showered by the kisses of the morning dew
You are guided by the hand that holds the vast blue sky
But why oh why, am I hearing you sigh?

Serenaded by the whispers of bees and butterflies
Admired by the thick clouds moving up in the skies
You sleep under the branches of the sturdy tall tree
But why in your sadness you cry infinitely?

Oh true! Love passes by quickly without us noticing
And go with it the melodies we so often sing
But other butterflies are passing by, your tears you must wipe
Tomorrow you will wither, do not waste your life..
I wrote this for myself a year ago and I want to share it to all those who feel insufficient sometimes, just sometimes..
 Jan 2016 Kaitlin Floyd
Dee
#2
 Jan 2016 Kaitlin Floyd
Dee
#2
If I were not me
I will be a river
Moving on and on
Touching the world
Watching people
Hearing hearts
In silence
Before I become submerged
In the bigger reality of the ocean.
 Jan 2016 Kaitlin Floyd
Dee
#1
 Jan 2016 Kaitlin Floyd
Dee
#1
So beautiful and so scary.
It makes you brave
And scares the hell out of you
It makes you admire its beauty
While you writhe in the pain
it brought you.
Such irony.
Love will always be love.
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