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pure is water
   underground
        oh la la

set in soul
   sings in tome
oh la la

still pilgrim nigh
   prayer whereabouts
       in-ground

romantically in
   that stone hall
        oh la la

there tirelessly
   ensconced hers
      with life

she pensively
   peruse her asylum  
in ecesis

when bread broken
    with wax bean
       oh la la

          and this d'art
     a priori again
her curio
DaSH the Hopeful Apr 2017
You can
        Lean on me
  And let our broken pieces slide against each other
    And together, we will make a **beautiful ******* mosaic
Silverflame Oct 2016
Your mouth gleams blue under the veil of the full moon.
Your perfect pearl teeth light up like thousands of falling stars ready to face their doom.
Your eyes are reflected in the whispering bay, while your raven black eyelashes extend like mournful hands up against the dark sky.
Your cheeks flare up as the warmest fire place on earth.
This is a poem I wrote back in 2012, in my first year of high school. I was supposed to create it with a friend, but she let me do all the work, since she thought I were good with words, but I don't know about that. I wrote it in Danish, but I have now decided to translate it into English with a few improvements for it to make better sense.
Becky Littmann Jul 2016
I have been left unattended for too long, in a city by the Bay
& mischief is dying to play,
I can only imagine...
As the chaos escapes from within
The beast is unable to stay tame

I AM UNSUPERVISED, IN A CITY THAT DOESN'T KNOW MY NAME....

--TO BE CONTINUED
Samuel Hesed Mar 2016
When today's burden weighs you down-
To the bottom of Hell's ground.

Know that I will be waiting on the bay,
Wishing for Sunday.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
Sienna Luna Oct 2015
Square planes of glass separate me from the bristling trees,
as tall as they seem,
bursting from the ground the glasses flicker,
then gleam.
Striped like the thick rings,
they sing they sing they sing.
Hiking by myself,
gazing at clean air and a sense of free fall.
See the bay across the way.
Let the greenness seep into my weary clothes
and now I know
how these square planes of grass see,
(through me…)
Oxytocin Sep 2015
Going through a time
Where being myself
Feels like a crime

Insecure about who I am
About the way I walk
Feeling like a hologram
Not able to talk

Think I need a new personality
Something more likable
A someone with more functionality
And a person more reliable

Waiting for the day
To feel like a somebody
Keep these feelings at bay
And live a life like everybody
I'm exhausted and sad and this took me ten minutes. Sorry.
Rebecca Gismondi Aug 2015
we ran out of gas as we pulled
into the marina
and I thought
“how lucky it was
we weren’t stuck at sea”
it mimicked the moment
you called and said
“I didn’t feel how
I was supposed to.”

the dog was stepping on my toes
on board
and
the bare-chested captain
bounced me out of my seat
going parallel along the waves
the salt air kept catching
in my throat
it felt like your hand
was still clasped around it

I am at ease knowing
that sardines don’t swim
in these waters
I wonder if your fish pillow
swims sentinel –
no school surrounding –
watches you scroll past
pictures of my naked figure
with newly acquired tan lines

I am shallow water:
feel comforted knowing
you can wade in up to your knees
and not get in
too deep.
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