L Seagull

Mar 2017

wordvango

have you heard the wind
the trees rustle
the wings fly by
the sea roar
watched the mountain
and wonder
sink down
on your knees
knowing this is life
the end the beginning
we are no more
than a bird a mountain a tree a leaf
a wave crash on the shore
a shell
maybe a sunrise
or a moon on the horizon
but nothing more

L Seagull Mar 2017

Merge

Letting go of the mind control
On a long exhalation
And allowing your body
To merge with the forces
Of nature
To realize their true nature
To move, breathe, see all that
Was created long before
Humanity
How ******* beautiful

Was skiing today: lesson one - exhalation is a great weapon against fear, lesson two - don't try to ******* jump off the ******* lift if you missed the window, goddamit

Mar 2017

ryn

Anger (II)

This anger...

Feels like a ball of uncontrollable energy that spins treacherously in the pit of my stomach.

It is unbound and reaches out forcefully in every axis. It is self-sustaining. And it consumes...
All of me...

It's doesn't want to be displaced, or swept under the rug for the umpteenth time. It doesn't want to be cajoled or calmed. It doesn't want to be coaxed into thinking that it does not need to rear its ugly head because I believe I have a handle on things; which I clearly do not.

It knows me too well and will not take it lying down.

It wants acknowledgement and it wants to speak.

It wants to speak in a low guttural voice for the sheer purpose of intimidation.
It wants grow in figurative size to assert its validation.
It wants to absorb every form of negativity and use it to fuel the fight.
It wants to take the faintest pin-***** or papercut to the most painful stab in the heart and use them...
Harness them and then...
Explode in a hundred-mile radius.

This anger is real...
And it has had enough of sitting on the bench.
Now it wants a piece of the action...

And this time I let it.

#anger #hellopoetry107 #stagesofgriefseries

Mar 2017

Analysa Marie

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I've learned to be completely in love with myself. Not in the form of cockiness, but in the form of strength. Instead of looking for someone to be my muscle when I was weak I decided to accept the challenge of not letting anyone break me simply because I was so happy with myself anyone who didn't love me the way I love myself wouldn't be able to bring me to ruins. I have became very careful of who gets to experience me. I don't want anyone who is not worthy being able to know the deepest parts of me. How you love yourself is how you teach others to love you. Love isn't perfect but love always means respect. The moment you see how precious you are is the moment you put an end to anyone trying to harm you.

- Analysa Marie

#feelings #poetry #life #poems #emotions

L Seagull Mar 2017

Some other kind of light

Let the whole world go to
Bits of narcissistic appraisals
Thumbs ups and shares
Plenty followers to
Cover up a sense of isolation
They wish would fill the hole that
Seems too scary to explore
And I...
I just can't stop looking into it
Each and every day
And it fills me with
Dread, mystery and light
Of some other kind
That only monks see well
I was never like them
But always wished to find
That place I would
Finally belong to
Somewhere at the edge
Of a morning leaf
Where dew drop
Is about to fall

Funny, I visited a zen monastery and felt truly at home. Some monks thought I was enlightened. And I... was too narcissistic not to be affected by their praise. Breathe in and let go)

#justkidding #notproudofbeingproud #yesiamagoddessforfucksake

Mar 2017

Thomas P Owens Sr

the cue

a long time coming
the snow
two weeks from April's warmth
and calming showers
it has finally arrived
mother nature's way of saying
slow down
sit back and reflect
take the day off and build a snowman
with the kids
live
when life gives you the cue

have always loved the snow

#snow #live #play #relax

L Seagull Mar 2017

Longing for I don't know why

Tis that beyond the clouds that
Never left the sky above my head
The drop of rain I felt in dream
Read in a book, sung in a song
Not knowing still I sing along
A dream of life to ever wilting
I swear I'd punch a hole
In ray of light inside my soul

I hope, though sooner I will quit
A shot of whiskey to the inner kid
Still looking for escape I pray
To bitter ending void of *******

Through all the poetry you spill
Like smoke that's meant to keep me chill
I didn't listen to your hissing
I know better I know better
I keep it bitter to keep me sane
Your eyes speak to my soul
I turn away to keep me whole
No one is allowed in this unity
Of me and my mutiny
I keep it bitter to keep me sane

You know it's beyond control
When I feel loved
The end comes to it all
I quit

To be continued...