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japheth Aug 2019
i've always thought

love

was an ending:

finally having your lips close to mine when i wanted,

finally walking down the street with your hands holding mine,

finally sleeping beside you hearing your heartbeat ever so calmly.

i thought this was it;

that love has finally settled down after running all over the place

– in what i'd say a wild goose chase –

but it was only the beginning:

i start to feel what it's like to kiss someone that will make my heart beat fast.

i start to feel ecstatic walking down a street holding hands with someone knowing they'll never let go.

i start to sleep with someone beside me, knowing our faces will be the first thing we see every morning.

i've always thought

love

was an ending.

only to realize,

it was the jumpstart

of a wonderful journey.
hello all. i have been reading my past works and wow, there's this inexplainable growth or shift with how i write. i don't know if it's a good thing or not, but i think i've been writing longer. anyway, if you have the time, do read some of my works. and let me know your thoughts.
H A Vitatoe Aug 2019
Not knowing, where the universe begins
Or how far, the darkness extends
Can one know, where it actually ends
Bhill Aug 2019
I see that days are
Days are beginning
Beginning to get a bit
A bit more precious
More precious to life
To the life of everyone
Everyone who has ever
Who has ever seen the rain
Rain that brings us what we need most

Brian Hill - 2019 # 210
Rain, rain come today
Feed our crops and feed our hay
Feed the lakes and feed the streams
Feed us all so we may dream...
Liam Hunter Aug 2019
The green in the leaf dissolves once more
The skeleton concaves and pulls itself apart
Hidden in the tree is a forgotten name
Carved into me and burnt in the dark


The seasons change and come again
Life without bones to grind and shatter
As peace is rare, so unlike pain
Rain crashes down and each drop splatters


But


Once again the branches break
Given time, I will not grow
Like brittle frost, or tired men
A tree is dying in the snow


After all of this time
When the trees all fall
I will not be crying
No, not anymore
A B Faniki Aug 2019
After the ill fortune her humble father manage
To make it -self made millioner at his old age
The turn of fortune in their life meanss she's fortunate;
But her friends said the fortune came a little late,
For she still wore the old rage that she own
and hang out with the same friends she had fun.
God knows that the only constant thing on earth
is change and yet it's always hard to accept.
Her beautiful smile and humble beginning she still carry
and won't let fortune change what she love in a hurry.
© A B Faniki 18/14/2019 humble beginning is abt loving what who u are even when things are changing around you
Bai Hao Xue Jul 2019
A short walk

Awkward stops

I look through

No window shopping

Just plain criticism.

Fire spitting hate

A long path

Ends abruptly

Because it's unwanted

Past can be

Both excavated

Or buried

Like seeds

Giving rise to

New leaves.
(C) Anavah 2019
Bhill Jul 2019
The sun is rising and peaking in amongst the misty morning clouds
The rains, from last night, left the air pure and dust-free
Rays of light, penetrating that mist leaving bright and clear shadows on the peaks of the western mountains
Nature has a way of presenting each new day
Each new day has a way of delivering a new experience
That new experience will help someone today
Someone today will witness a new beginning
The new beginning that a new morning will bring

Brian Hill - 2019 # 185
Beautiful morning...
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