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 Apr 2017 sourceaf
A
sunset
 Apr 2017 sourceaf
A
I began every morning afterwards

Awakening early enough

To watch the sunset

Alone

To prove to myself

That beautiful things still exist
In my world

Even without you
 Feb 2016 sourceaf
ryn
Profession
 Feb 2016 sourceaf
ryn
I once professed my love to the wind...*    

I had professed that I admired the way
     it had caressed my face.  
           The way it cupped my cheeks    
   and combed through
                 my tousled hair.

I once professed my love to the wind...    

I had professed that I was infinitely enamoured        
with its playful but gentle ways.            
The way it would upset            
the serenity of my clothes.      
          The way it would engulf me cool        
on a hot sunny day. 

I once professed my love to the wind...    

I had professed that I get addicted to the way
it would reach into my lungs  
and abscond with my breath.    
Leaving me asphyxiated for a brief moment      
before mischievously  
introducing new air;
hale and fresh.  

I still profess my love to the wind...    

I'd profess my adoration for the way    
she fills my sails full      
and my heart full of hope.        
For I am a lone sailor        
in a crowded ocean.      
Sailing in a vessel bound for nowhere...      
Traversing time and space      
with my love, my breeze...          
my air.              

.
She's the kind of girl
Hurricanes are named after
 Feb 2016 sourceaf
mikecccc
Elephant
 Feb 2016 sourceaf
mikecccc
well you're here
I guess that should
be noted
but i'd rather not
I'd rather pretend
you never arrived
eventually you will
be announced
just not now.
 Feb 2016 sourceaf
mikecccc
It's true
Some things
Are so obvious
They are all
But invisible.
Somehow
 Feb 2016 sourceaf
ryn
Let the poetry...
Write itself....
As the ripe new moon
strums the swaying
silhouettes of the night.

Let the poetry...
Write herself...
With the vast
expanse of obsidian sky.
Pocked subtly with the shy
murmurs of the stars...
Offering solace and peaceful respite.

Let the poetry...*
Write of you...
As the splendour...
Envelopes each unspoken letter.
Embedding words of warmth,
that seize my heart
in a state of enamour...
Before taking its majestic flight.
 Feb 2016 sourceaf
mikecccc
Whoa dude
You ooze poetry
So stay off the rug
That stuff really stains
And kinda smells
Of alcohol and something
Inappropriate
But your company
Is still welcome
You really do
Have A way
With words.

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