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 Apr 2017 Aeerdna
Graff1980
Untitled
 Apr 2017 Aeerdna
Graff1980
In allowing love
to envelope us
we lose so much.

We become robots
preprogrammed to
procreate and create
another generation.

The veneration of
people who are
only fulfilled
by the ******
they spilled.

There are other
ways to be,
other versions
you can see,
of struggling
to set yourself
free.

But most want
to abdicate
their responsibility
in favor of
the love they savor
that craving addiction
an easy prediction.

Tv and literature,
movies and songs,
got the good stuff
all wrong.
We are more
then halves
of a whole.
We are unique
people who
always have
room to grow.
You have
a million memory doors
to walk through
and gain the lessons
from the things
I never knew
you went through to.

So, please write something
deeper than your cliché
heartache
and romantic fantasies.
 Apr 2017 Aeerdna
Colm
Falling Rain
 Apr 2017 Aeerdna
Colm
My voice is in the falling rain
A crashing rolling weeping realm
My song of storms proudly proclaims
These clouded skies are falling down

Back to the earth from whence they came
A moist collection careening down
To crash into the waterways
And sing my song clear and aloud

Into your ears I whisper rain
And share my secrets so profound
As droplets cleanse the concrete stains
They sweep away the sorrow sounds

So here I sits by window panes
To smell the sky and taste the clouds
Though thunder rolls and storms berates
My song remains like falling sounds
Sometimes when the words are just right. They just all align and walk through the door together in unison. Or at least so it was with this creation. Be sure and listen to me read it on my SoundCloud account. Link below. And thank you for reading, sharing, commenting, and following along as you feel called. (:

https://soundcloud.com/user-433755196/falling-rain
 Apr 2017 Aeerdna
Akira Chinen
There was witchcraft flowing freely from the curves of her hips and the poison and cure of love dancing within the brown colored honey of her eyes and her eyelashes reached out through eternity and back and there was something far beyond beautiful in the gentle grace of her lips that he could feel hiding just under her picture perfect porcelain skin and he wanted to love her and read the poetry tattooed over her heart and swim through the seas of her soul and catch all the stars she had given a wish and maybe he could if he knew the way out of this dream and to Oceans End where she would tell him how she came to be known as the girl who had starfish eyes
 Apr 2017 Aeerdna
wordvango
never senseless i suspect
the days
spent daydreaming
the nights
awake thinking
of peace or love
substance
or happenstance
a good
try breath
I breathe again
I gave it my all
I smiled every
now and then
I stepped   into it
I was messed up
came out alive
allright
one day though
when I am
going to look back
I am going to laugh
cause
just because
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