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Mirza Lazim Jan 2019
I grabbed the eternal fire of the life
when your laugh suddenly grasped me in a void.
As you cuddled my abandoned, desolate spirit,
what a piece of sparkle could really commit
did you at least see and feel it, my dear?

Till now I remember your humane manners,
as I climb my first power-smelling ladders...
I see how the love inside turns into ego,
If I'd have been sober and hadn't let you go,
Would you have still been so true and sincere?

Power is as right as the origin of life,
however as guilty as the creator's strive.
I live all the moments as if my last ones
and wish for a moment, just only at a glance
that you were around now, that you were here...

You are the reflection of my hazy past,
my self-destructed, inside-lost part,
a disparaged philosopher, a despised poet,
our sublime revenge we begin to get,
and my majestic woman,  
you are inside yet...
So, the future is definitely clear...

Future is clear...
I am coming through,
With you
Even writing
And for the first time without any regret
Paige Jan 2019
I had this thought
To chase the moon
It only came
When I found you
And when I reached up
Towards the sky
The stars fell down
To carry me high

They said
Tell me your dreams
******* the moon
Tell us your secrets
And we'll sing you a tune
The song of the wind
The voice of the stars
We'll carry you away
We'll carry you far
We'll show you the mountains
The rivers and rains
We'll take you to castles
Over oceans and plains
We'll rise with the sun
As the darkness retreats
And bounce on the lily pads
Where the dew drops meet

With those stars in my eyes
While I soared on the clouds
I stretched out my arms
And sang out loud

Take me to the deepest waters I seek
Take me to the mountain peaks
Give me wings so I may fly
And kiss the heavens
And taste the sky
Show me the world
Alive and thriving in love
Give me the strength
Of the storms raging above
I want to see
Where the stars are born
Bring me to the ridges
Where snow like a blanket is worn

I want to see it all

And so we flew
Over valleys and seas
We chased the horizon
Til I could no longer breathe
We soared over cities
And glided through towns
We saw many people
Before they set me back down
And as the stars
Released my hands
I sank to my knees
As one with the land
And as I laid down
With still stars in my eyes
Every memory I made
Slowly passed by
Playing like a movie
As my chest fell still
And I could still hear the tune
Of the stars playing over the hills

Tell us your dreams
Girl from the moon
Did you chase the horizon
Did our promise stay true
With no more secrets
To pull you into the dark
You'll have your wings
When the land quiets your heart
And you'll rise with the sun
To see the world with new eyes
You'll stretch out your limbs
And race through the sky
No longer will you be
The ******* the moon
Just a spirit of love
The spirit of you

Slowly then
Do I drift away
Closing my eyes
No words left to say
And for a beat
No less and no more
All is dark
But just as I was assured
As the sun rises
So do I
And without hesitation
I take to the sky
Joanne Heraghty Jan 2019
Hold on to your dreams, my darling.
I know things have not been as you imagined.
Think of tables overturning,
Steel-topped boots stomping.
Think of feathers flowing in the draught,
The whispers, circulating the halls.
Think of home,
And the answers you found.

Hold on to the joy, my love.
That fell on your shoulders,
Just as your hair, those beautiful curls,
And that red dress,
Flowing to your knees.
Think of that smile and every other that followed.

Hold on to the hope you had, my dear.
You held on for so long already.
Think about the days that are coming,
The sunrises at dawn,
The sunsets at dusk.
Think of the pavements you have yet to set foot upon,
And the eyes you have yet to meet.

Hold on to the person you were, my heart.
The person you now need most.
Think of the fear that shook your breathe,
The frost that froze your toes,
And the tears that fell from those blue, blue eyes.
Think of the promises you swore in secrecy,
Those weighted words,
Those truths.

Hold on to the faith you keep deep down, sweetheart.
It will get you through the darkest hours.
Think of the lights that have been extinguished,
The ashes that have been poured back to the Earth.
Think of the love that you aim up to the sky,
The unrequited warmth you send to the world,
Think about moving forward.
Think about how far you've moved since.

Hold on to the words you heard before,
The ones that still bounce around within.
Think about the essence of their details,
The lips they fell out of,
The way they made you feel.
Think about those words when you're moving,
Build a home for them within,
Visit from time to time.

And hold on to all the reasons why.
Hold on as tight as you can.
Keep them locked up in your fortress,
Away from the world outside.
3 September 2018

Copyright © All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
Mark Rohlf Jan 2019
belief is a box
open at the top
but still you stand

conscious like rocks
atoms like fear
lay tight
of change so
still you stand

aware the nuance of life
cannot be explained in one breath
so still you stand
... in the box
Which other side would you reflect
If you turn?
What kind of change could you affect
If you turn?
Something new to learn?
Turn.
The world’s your concern?
Turn.

What would be your new direction
If you turn?
You would overcome rejection
If you turn.
That to which you yearn?
Turn.
Live the life you earn.  
Turn.
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Charlie's Web Jan 2019
When curiosity is pursued new wonders will flourish, leading you to a stark stage that continues to unfold into rose buds and rose beds. And thorns still sting but darling you will smell the summer breeze when winter nights bite your nose.

if curiosity killed the cat, at least they knew living.
note to self
afteryourimbaud Jan 2019
countless
tempestuous moments
a prognosis of the
stupendous temperament
a desire to believe
a desire to achieve
and I have never
looked away,
from the shallowest river
that I have sunk my foot into.
Rafał Jan 2019
We praise the broken pictures
And hail the holy scriptures
Inhale the superstitions
Stare into shiny mirrors

No matter what your fear is
Let me guide you by appearance
As the place that we live in
Is bleakly mysterious

A mistful satisfaction
I’m shivering from the tension
All by myself I’m dancing
In futile comprehension

Does that make make you anxious?
Under the microscopic lenses
All we are is a fairly transient
Bunch of aliens, barely sentient

Is this a worthwhile desire
To seek for a world to admire?
Is this what I want
Or is my brain a liar?
So I keep up a smile
And it’s been working wonders
Whether I’m feeling content
Or I’m hiding in dark corners
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