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Abimael Jun 2017
Your words...
Those pieces of puzzle
That makes me think
Of what I have fail
Only time decide.
Only love carries.
This is one wish
And one love
The love that once was pure
and today...
It is a nightmare.
Joe Black Jun 2017
***
Open your heart, open your hands,
close your eyes.
Dive in feeling.
Make your transcendence experience happened.
Totally open minded.
I dont know who I am.
But I feel that.
You can be mine experience and I can become yours experience.
I can help you undersand  the spirit molecule inside of you.
Leila Valencia Nov 2016
Last night
A quiet word...
was trembling
A touch....
hypnotized the senses

It was pitch black....
I went to the kitchen
I drank all I could find,
And slept in the garden.

Last night
I pulled flowers from the garden's ground
And clipped their petals...
It tasted like honey.

From that,

  All blended into a kaleidoscopic metamorphosis.
Channels opened,
yet, I could not foresee the end
the world became a dome.
Immortal shape shifter's
danced restlessly...

When I awoke
There was dirt in my hands.
My mouth, had dirt.
I woke up covered in dirt.

But, I can only remember
how I drowned into an deep abyss.
The rest amiss.

In the depths, my outer self became less
In the future, I hope I do not grew thicker skin
Mind and body alterations
Crimsyy Oct 2016
How do I milk these thoughts?
I extract them from her skull,
I turn off the colour switch
so she won't want to exist in this dull...
I scream inside her
and she fights me,
endlessly, tiredlessly,
She's trying all the solutions in the book
but without a grain of confidence,
she's a fishing line with no hook,
sinking into my kind of
state of mind for eternity,
penetrating my inner walls,
she knows my name as she falls,
She has become me.

Love (if I'm capable of that),
Anti.
Reaching new peaks,
The mind will resolve to revolve around thoughts for leagues.

Reaching new depths,
The mind will absolve to evolve for becoming a new creature.
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
Hit my panic switch
In the static noon
Wake the nerves
That were dropped

I'm not nervous
Merely dying
From growing
Towards the sun

To have or to be
The question that
Possesses all of
My favorite dreams

I may be Heaven
I may hold Hell
But I've bled enough
To become the Earth
Shayla Ahrns Jun 2016
If you took dirt and leaves
River water, old dust on books,
Tears, bold coffee, mossy green,
Yellow love,
And all of the questions
On life and love and maybe even God and pain and whatever makes you
wonder why you end up in a bed alone with him
Or why he ended up here with you;
Fear, aches, wasted time,
Lavender, dusk, another one...another
Shake all of this up with sunsets, hope, failure, cravings, light, a list of things you never put your faith into...
It makes you into this person who has done wrong and loved gentle and loved hard...
Became soft, rooted herself
Became fire from water
Shouted thank you's to loneliness and cheersed a sky raining down
Stood tall and held her own
Leila Valencia Jun 2016
The world turns
all becomes, shifting metamorphosis
Continually
Grace
Of
Growth

moving silently
moving days without visible motion
We shudder and bask in the days end

Forgetting, what the motion took to become

Endings
Growing and transforming. Forgetting what it took to get where you are simultaneously using night and day metaphors.
jane taylor May 2016
today i want the darkness
fatigued with life’s
fictitious smiles

the forest
beckons me
to melt within it

disappearing
like mist
in the wind

i could dance on lightning
fall off a cloud
and become rain

i’d mold down your face
as i fall on it
and be one with you

©2016janetaylor
Lovey May 2016
A dream, is only a dream.
Right?
A dream, is a figure of something that'll never be a reality.

A dream, is a breif hope.
So was said.

Is it truthfully only a figure, a brief hope, a hole to cover up pain?
Or is it simply mistaken?

A dream could become who you are.
If you take that fiure, it will turn into hope.
Hope that a future does exsist.
A future you can control, one you can make yourself.

So a dream might be a figure, a brief hope, a patch to cover the pain.


But it starts with a dream to become something great, it takes a nightmare to become something we never imagined.
-Lovey
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