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Star BG Apr 2019
I sit imprinting my heart into poem.
I etch the phases carefully
inching my way through my thoughts
to scribe with visions.

I breathe and thoughts coagulate
I dance with pen and pen anchors
to my song.

I sit with gratitude
as moments dissipate
and all thats left is a poem
and wandering eyes.
Inspired by a chat with Simon Naderthanks
Star BG Apr 2019
IN meditative state I see a picture
of my identity and true reality
void of cants and judgments.

Pure to who I am.

I BREATH and universe breaths with me,
pouring light so I awaken

I lLISTEN and the universe speaks
vibrating truth to unhitch my doubts
and let them float away,

Once gone they make room
for the real me.
The one that shines
inside my soul blueprint
to touch the world.

AND I SHALL MOVE OUT...
Perceiving it
Embracing it
Living the gift of life.
following my creative flow on this a Wednesday morning.
Birds are flying gracefully.
Are is shifting
with melodies of Spring.
And my quiet time is so rewarding
Alice Wilde Apr 2019
I’ll sleep when time rises
In the quiet
Of Saturdays.

And as heaviness weighs
My web-veined lids,
I’ll breath in

The silence that
Is morning.
My chest and spirits
Rise in tandem as I breathe
The essence of you
Shannon Butler Apr 2019
Take a deep breath
Don’t let life make you broken
In and out
Sometimes the words don’t need to be spoken
You gotta focus on you
Don’t let anyone bring you down
Grab a latte, buy some Uggs
Wear your own **** crown
Sometimes sadness will drag you under
But just keep walking, keep your head up
Lightning always comes with thunder
You’re the light, you have a spark
Don’t let them forget you
Whatever it takes, wherever you go
Don’t let yourself neglect you.
Cindra Carr Apr 2019
Stretched out limbs reaching for more
Loose lengths of heated skin lined against
Tangled waves in tightening hands
Staccato breaths in long exhales
A brush
A rub
A grind against
Pounding heart with furtive cries
A whisper
A touch
A fueled need
Loose lengths and mussed up sheets

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Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Air
Is this it; is this all there is
Is this it; is this all we have
I feel there should be more
If one door closes and another one opens

Why are all my doors are closed
There are no windows
I can’t see, I can't hear, I can’t breathe
I need air, I need air

To touch to feel to know
To be felt, touched and known
Pull me out of the water
Stop me from drowning

I need air
I need air
So I can see things clear
my beauty is the most powerful potion on Earth,
drink it and get transformed,
growing tree of golden apples,
who dares to catch me?
who dares to climb?
My book will be released soon.
For the moment you can get a copy of my book 'The Allure Of Time' on amazon.
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