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Little Green Jun 2019
Long ago
They had me think
That life
Was a straight line

A set of steps
That someone made
School, job
Marry, child

Now the possibilities
In this glorious world
Have exploded
In my mind

Many ways
To live on Earth
Many ways
To use our time

One day
We will be nothing
But the history
Of human-kind

So, each moment
We get to live
I find
Stupendously sublime
Mythical May 2019
Captivated in my own mind,
Silence throughout the night.

Paralyze sitting on a chair,
With heavy thoughts of my own.

Whispers of the night,
Startle my silence.

Open up my eyes once more,
As they awoken me from my slumber.
Breanna W May 2019
I wish when I wake up with a start
that this sadness will bleed
from the cracks in my heart,
that I won’t be a spectator
to my own ******* art,
that I won’t be a star
waiting for one little spark.

I wish when I awake from a self-induced sleep
that I’ll heal from the terrors
I made in the dark,
that I’ll steal from the pages
of my innermost thought

That I won’t live in the rubble
of a cold-blooded
heart.
Rachel Chumley May 2019
the beat in my chest
that had been gone for so long
had silently hummed in the background
waiting to be found.
now it echoes in my ears
while we both laugh
to nothing at all
and this simple little feeling
that I was so convinced
couldn't possibly exist -
I found it somewhere
in a parking lot
for hours
during a thunderstorm
or was it Tangled in your bedsheets?
or in a backyard with a crowd of people,
as we locked eyes
and pulled away
not knowing
a sensation
feigned for so long
was somewhere stuck in the middle
between the two of us
waiting to be found.
for C.
shamamama Apr 2019
Gentle silence unfolds into chaotic cacophany
My eyes once dry
open wide to watering
the rain outside
the tears inside
washing away debris
from the forest
of confusion
watering my seeds
of awakening
to this truth
now
The once quiet night turned from pattering to battering, pounding and sounding --more like the rain of jaguars and wolves awakening me into my thoughts...
The precipice smells of gasoline;
perturbation proceeds the drop and I
am yet too sticky to fly.
On the verge of awakening,
the dark chrysalis has formed around me
in too-thick ropes of viscous feeling
and if I could but break through
the sun might once again
dry my wings.
April 2019
fruits break out of the tree,
comets fall,
bringing the richness of the nature of the Universe,
through time, light and darkness,
through Hell and Heaven,
the water of the shadows of gemstones,
the world is an evolving organism, a creator,
rainfalls of stardust shattered by gravity,
fire holes and big explosions in the Sun,
tender spell upon its heart,
the sleeping silence waiting forever to be awakened.
Poem from my book 'The Allure Of Time'.
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