Nightingale74

Sep 2015

Poeticatheist

passion jumps

into your arms

and

grabs you by the shoulders.

Your eyes are caffeine making me

want more even though I've always

hated brown.

Your eyes are a

seaside dock in front

of a picturesque dawn,

and a tower of bricks higher

than God's spirit.

Your lips are a love

creeping

up those bricks

through the cracks

(Ivy walls)

Hugging my veins.

Your hands are tools

that have seen the magic of the floating

planets

and so

much more.

Those hands see the veins

in a wrist begging for attention

because they know how

important they are;

flowing with the black and white blood

of a poet's love.

All ink-filled branches

leading to a beating

blank canvas

full of the beautiful creations whining

like a dog to be free.

Because you are passion

and your entire being is

poetic.

Invade a tower and build upon its

glory.

Let all those words--
everything--

breathe out of your being

and write

PASSION

#love #friendship

Sep 2015

Poeticatheist

Untitled

They all told me that
I have moved on to a time
where it is expected of me
to be more.
And I don't see the
point of detailing a story
that always ends in
a circle

Please note that the title of this poem is called "untitled" on purpose. It is not because I didn't want to name it

#life #neverending

Sep 2015

Poeticatheist

Stretch

Now that you're here,
No muscles can be properly exercised.
The tendons and ligaments don't
work like that used to.
I am a ball of everything
ready to explode
when my sodium
touches your water.
Now that you're here.

Now that you're here,
Every five seconds of my day
are devoted to one hand on
my shoulder and the other hand
reaching for Van Gogh's love.
Straight over my head
the veins; those impossible thoughts
tingling at the seems aching
to escape.
Only to fall back into me and wait five more
Seconds.
Now that you're here

Sep 2015

Madison Thorne

Perfect Faults

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities
And what we do in life echoes in eternity

The world is not a wish-granting factory
and some people don't understand the promises they're making

But when you keep the promise anyway.
That's what love is
Love is keeping the promise anyway

That's when you put the killing thing right between your teeth
but you don't give it the power to do its killing

And I know that love is just a shout into the void
And that oblivion is inevitable
But I believe the universe wants to be noticed

Everything that we did and built and wrote
and thought and discovered will be forgotten
and all of this will have been for naught
I encourage you to ignore it.

The marks humans leave are too often scars
But without pain, how could we know joy?

Therefore, I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up
Because the fault, dear friend, is not in our stars
But in ourselves

And my thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations

#thefaultsinourstars

Sep 2015

Robert Frost

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

Sep 2015

Robert Frost

Fire And Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Sep 2015

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.