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 Nov 2015 Yashri
Melissa Thorne
Inspiration spirals away,
as the clock drones on.

If only the flickering
fluorescent light,
would ignite,
        something
                  anything
tangible.

Oh to feel fire,
caressing the soul.
Like the child,
who on a dare,
took to the clouds.
Then scrapped the skin
off his shin but won the glory.

Even captured with pen,
the fire wanes.
Smothered by the clock,
Never satisfied.
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Melissa Thorne
Turn on the moon
and I will dance for you.
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Melissa Thorne
She is thin and waifish,
A brittle piece of paper.
He is volatile and uncontrollable.
Within him he carries a spark,
Unknowingly he lights the girl.
At first she glows,
Burning brighter and brighter,
Until she ignites.
She flames and fires
At first he is terrified.
Her sudden passion meets his
And he is drawn to her.
He seizes her seeking her heat.
They are caught in an inferno,
He revels in her magnificence.
She dies down exhausted.
A husk of her former self.
She burned too bright
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Eudora
You'll never know...
When you'll be head over heels
The most enchanting feeling in the world
Your unknown desires, it reveals
A current in you will endlessly twirl

You'll never know...
When happiness fills your heart
Having a precious bundle of joy in your arms
You'll realize in your life, he's the most important part
Not forgetting, he'll make the best morning alarms

You'll never know...
When your heart will be scrunched
Like a ball from a piece of paper
Feels like your chest is being ruthlessly punched
Your skin peeled off with a serrated scraper

You'll never know...
When a friend will turn his back
Whose hand you held, all these years
Intentionally causing an emotional attack
In disbelief, you gather invisible tears

You'll never know...
When you'll be caught in an unexpected plight
Daily reflections occur, due to lack of wisdom
To ease your dark path, you yearn for a ray of light
Nothing much you can do except to crave for freedom

You'll never know...
When the time comes, you might bleed to death
Tears will flow drowning your skin
As you breathe your last breath
You wish you had more time to atone for your sins
You'll never know what and when things will happen..
#life  #happiness  #love  #disappointment  #betrayal
#regret #pain #death
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Eudora
Such luscious lips, with pinkish glow!
She's beautiful.

*
Her chapped lips,  faucet like,
cascade only words of kindness..
She's beautiful.

Such pretty,alluring eyes!
She's beautiful.

Her heavy-lidded eyes : a pair of lenses
capturing only great sharp shots,
they see clearly only the good in people..
They never despise.
She's beautiful.

Such a lovely, curvaceous figure!
She's beautiful.

Within the slim figure,  is a soul
who'll share her food with the hungry,
even if it means she'll be left with nothing
for dinner.
She's beautiful.

*
Beauty is only skin deep..
Inspired by a brief chat with a dear friend today and Audrey Hepburn's insights on beauty
'Look beyond the features, it is reflected in the soul..'
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Marcus Belcher
Empty
An endless void
I feel nothing
I know nothing

Then a luminous omen
Right before the bright bounty pours
Filling and filling
With no brim in sight

Something tethers to me
Another and more
No words are spoken
But it is heard loud and clear

Empty
Yet whole
No need to hold on
When everything is in your grasp
This is one of those poems that just came to me out of the blue. I love random moments of inspiration.
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Marcus Belcher
Search for a space in the sound
Insert another sound
Watch them grow
Become more profound
Just another poem that dropped from the sky
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Marcus Belcher
I try and try to hold
once more
But this is
different
                     "Let go..."
Like an owl spotting his meal
in the night
I strain to find the source
     "Let go..."
As clear as a cloudless
sky it rings
This time
Louder.
This one came to me when I was listening to a friend's problem
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Marcus Belcher
Wicked ones they are
Stealing, Taking, Relentless
Forged in the oven of the spirit

Wicked ones they are
Unrelenting, Unreasonable
Like the wind, they make their own path

Wicked ones they are
Ruthless, Wanted
Bringing pain and life

Wicked ones they are
But yet we need them
For they are created by us

To tell us
To guide us
To lead us
Just my take on the feelings we experience everyday
 Nov 2015 Yashri
Marcus Belcher
Living
In an attempt to be light
Forging through the darkness
Enjoying the journey to the next phase
Wrote this one bored at work
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