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Rohan P Mar 2018
she was temporal;
she poured like a loon and
splashed on
warmer and blanketed white;

the folds crackled;
she disaffected—

that colour,
acquitted in your
smile,

that time,
quieted in your
softness,

that coldness, tacit
in your
hands).
Poetic T Feb 2018
Death is never a rough sea
             its an ocean of placid waves
  enticing you deeper beyond you strength.

And when it falters,
  it will kiss you with abundant waves
to comfort you in sullen breaths of eternity.

You will be silent underneath
                        the noise of above
only seeing the darkness swallowing  you below..
Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
I am god the devil born of strife
living this hell that we call life
a tormented servant a leader of man
an empty shell no salvation at hand
You reached out but I forgot to say hello
I died but you forgot to say goodbye
Sarah Nehring Jan 2018
Having my head's in the clouds is what makes me happy.
I breath better and I feel as though I will live longer.
I feel free,
Which is something that I don't feel down here.

Down here is clogged up and broke.
The air isn’t breathable and everyone is fighting.
I want to live in the clouds and  I know I can’t.
But I wish I could, it’s peaceful and that doesn’t happen down here.

In the clouds you can dream and you can hope
In the clouds you can believe.
You can be you and you won't be judged
In the clouds you will be free.

But I know that the air up there isn't breathable,
But I wish it was so then I will be free
of the hell from down below.
Thank you, Happy New Years. Believe in yourself because you are the only one that you can rely on.
K Balachandran Nov 2017
her ****** smile,
brushed softly below his belt,
needs to be on guard!
Sarah Elizabeth Oct 2017
She
Is
Selfish and
Greedy and
Tiring and
Useless and
Awkward and
Anxious and
Moody
Yet
She
Is above that.

She
Is
Beautiful and
Intellegent and
Kind and
Caring and
Helpful and
Honest and
Thoughtful
Yet
She
Is below that.
She
Is herself.
Today's journal prompt was self worth
Poetic T Jul 2017
We a but a moment of life,
sometimes we slowly fade.
Not on our own accord,
But life throws a stone in a
                 pond of reflection.

Love is eternal, mortality is
a curse on our yearning of love.
where we wish for the ripples
to reach the shores
                                 they fade.

But love isn't a ripple its what
swims beneath. The stone may
sink, but its motion is felt beyond
the surface. Love never sinks it
                         only gets deeper
Paul Jones Jul 2017
As I was looking     at cells, I saw stars,
as if my parts were     a whole universe.
23:15 - 19/07/17

State of mind: awe; deep-thought; curious.
Perspective: universal; philosophical.

Thoughts: from conversations - about microcosms and macrocosms. About the uncanny similarities of the small and large of natural phenomena.

Questions: Why can all the cells in the body get along with their differences but humans are incapable of this? If we fear what we do not understand, does that mean love is the path to understanding?
Zero Nine Jun 2017
Anxious, strained, agitated, placid, still, dispassionate
Reference the DSM and of its many pages
Ask ad infinitum, Will you heal schism?
Lines of my shape in shade
seem monstrous when
I've been your part and whole
well before your birth
Not long ago you were
pale, *****-white
I breathed over
your mother's neck
I painted canvas
with color
....
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