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Weary Sun, your sleepy eyes
With lidded shadows tip the night.
While water gently lips the shore
And swoops the owl in whispering flight.
Small, twitching nostrils quest the air,
And daytime slides from out of sight.

Cast from your mind the busy day.
Look not to labours left undone.
Take this moment, for yourself to say,
‘Now is the time that of my mind I will enquire.’
Draw up your knees and sit content
Before the warm and flickering fire.
 Jun 14 Renee C
Amber Silas
Walked down the road to Weird tonight
Haven't been there in a while
A wired jaw smiles not
Now my bones are in a pile
 Jun 14 Renee C
Pen Lux
alone again
breathing freely
thinking deeply
not so distracted
not so overwhelmed
dreaming again

more vivid
less rigid since I met him
glad I met him
glad he's gone

never could sleep in the same bed
didn't want to talk after we ******
didn't want another mouth to feed

another void to fill
another moment spilling my heart out
when all I wanted was to get my brains ****** out
wasn't really sure what I needed until I got something that I didn't
still not completely sure
but I know what I don't want
and that's a good place to start
 Jun 14 Renee C
Arna
Every time I expect something from life,
A flood of questions rises within:
Don't expect. Accept and adjust.
Be happy with what you have.
Many don’t even have what you do.
And many more voices echo the same.

But what if my expectations are simple?

Simple like -
A homely atmosphere,
A loving family,
A supportive friend,
A peaceful life,
A meaningful profession.

Are these huge to expect from life?
Sometimes even the simplest hopes feel like luxuries. Is it wrong to dream of peace, love, and belonging?
 Jun 14 Renee C
nivek
minds sifting information
ordering in importance

contemplation a minds nourishing
seeing beyond the facade
I asked
are we finished yet
and was told by myself,
you've not even started yet.

*** this for a lark
which, by the way
is still asleep.

and it's not chocolates, Forrest,
life is a box of tiredness
where you're so sleepy
you put your socks
on the wrong feet.

I thought it was a plus sign
but it's a cross,
something else to hang around
my neck and weigh me down,

the sky
rock salmon pink
I think,
pretty.

always the to and fro
to stay or to go,
I think
that's the real question
William.

Cream in my coffee
because the
milk went sour
which we all do
at times.
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