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Umi Nov 15
Sighing dreamily in the depth of a friday night,
Over all the clouds, over all our little problems the stars shine down,
Shine down onto the blue, little almost meaningless dot we call our very home, the sphere filled with the gift of life and its surprises,
It is the truce of a mind put into unrest and all those worries,
One might call it a wonderful heaven, another might call it the outer abyss approaching, as our sweet mother earth turns away from light,
But there is one thing we should all agree on, just this once,
The tranquility of the night, the allure stars all shining bright,
As each creature peacefully has laid down to rest and slumbers,
Suddenly all our differences, believes and arguments,
Have together with the light vanished into the consuming darkness,
In the orchestra of life, we all have taken our role,
One might be arguably more important than another,
However, all instruments are needed for this concert.
Even if tomorrow were not to come, I wouldn't care.
After all, life is too allure to rest my eyes under this river of stars!
And its transience makes it a tale conveyed in song,
With a heart open to what the next dream will bring.

Poem number 200! Thank you all for reading, if you have that is.
Seanathon Nov 15
When I'm There

After all of the noise
Of all the days
Of the all time spent prior

When I'm there

All that's left is silence
All that's left is the sound of the wind as it breathes
Through the spheric nature of me
At the end if the yearlong road
Micah Gerdes Nov 13
A leaf in the wind
Free from the tree that bound it
But carried by hard winds
What is freedom to you? At what cost does it come?
Alaska Nov 9
When's the last time you looked
at me?
Like really looked at me.
Nobody looks at each other
we always look down at our
phones instead of looking at
the people we
love and care
Look at me.
Why is that so hard?
We don't have to say anything.
We can speak and feel
with our
Look at me.
Inspired by Marina Abramovic' s ," The Artist Is Present".
Seanathon Nov 8
Show me a world
In which I’ve slowed myself down
To the point where I can see my own point of mind
My own line and where it ends
And when
Laughing at myself. Receding. Smallness of mind.
**** that smile
Reminds me of the beach
Bright hot sand
And clear open waters
Gets me swimming with butterflies
And delusional with heat

The uplift of his lips
Something so simple as a boyish grin
Wraps my thoughts around beds!
Beds and blankets...
                  Doritos and a series of comedy shows on screen

Just to hear him laughing

That would be ****** illegal for my heart
His laugh
His star fire eyes so full of life

Like a deer caught in the headlights
All so new
That's what he does to me

And I don't even know his name
He's real, but he's like a dream, my little secret
Kelly Reagan Nov 3
Who’s soul is left for your to break
The 2 you crushed for your own sake
Away from you, away from me.
peace and space they are free

You tore him down piece by piece
You ripped to shreds all his needs
Meek and small but bold and alive
Now she is gone, do you cry ?

I bet you do when others see
Looking for any ounce of pity
Searching out your next attack
Who’s left the break in your sack

It won’t be me, I’ve learned to soon
You dead to me, soulless lagoon
When you finally depart this place
You existence will dissipate

We won’t worry about seeing you again
Without a soul you will never begin
To the sociopath who has hurt so many people in this world
Bakit balewala na sa akin ang pagkalunod?
Bakit sa tuwing nahihila pababa ng angkla'y nagpipigil na lang ng hininga?
Bakit tuwing nahuhulog ay hindi na sumusubok lumaban
At sa tuwing may kamay na kukuha pabalik ay pilit iniiwasan

Isang araw ay nagising
Nang 'di namamalayan ang mga luhang umaagos sa mga mata
Ganito pala sumagot ang sariling katawan
Na paulit ulit nagsasabing hindi na sapat ang paglimot
At di na rin sapat ang pagsisinungaling at pagpapaniwala sa sarili
Na ayos ka na
Dahil hindi pa naman talaga
At akala mo lang noon na handa ka nang bumagon ulit at magsimula

Kaya bumalik na sa himbing ng pagtulog hanggang sa makalimot muli
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