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Daisy Ashcroft Apr 2019
The winter chill creeps through my bones,
Strangling the warmth,
Gripping my soul.
I wander alone through the blistering cold,
The wind picking up and chilling me.
How I yearn to be near a fire,
Its warmth melting the frost that lies thickly upon my heart,
And seeping through the cracks of loneliness.
The land around me is barren,
Not a single soul insight.
Grey snow crunches beneath my feet .
Time stands still,
My breaths appearing before me,
Fogging my view.
A mist encircles me.
I give up the futile battle of fighting the pain,
And I let Mother Nature take hold…

A blanket of snow envelopes me as I stand a statue,
Waiting for Death to take me.
Greeting as old friends we walk together,
Along the path that leads away from the dreaded cold.
But just as we reach the end,
Death banishes me back to Earth.
For I do not deserve the luxury of the afterlife,
I do not deserve the sights of the promised pearly gates
Heaven had been denied of me!
So I stand alone again,
The cracks opening up inside me,
Numbness relieving me of the tiredness,
Of the stress,
And of the longing that bear me down.
So I stand alone again - in the icy grips of Mother Nature...
mjad Oct 2019
I don't know where to start
Everyone thinks he will break my heart
He's selfish and tall
Just like the rest of them all

But yet he's different
We ****, then we hang
We chill with the gang
He listens when I talk
He let's me tell him when to stop
But yet I find myself craving
A label; something self damning
Abimael Oct 2019
If I would whisper you
I could melt your soul
The words that I can see
Are connected through feelings
And if we stare for to long
More of south than north
But, I will dream about you
Dress with full lust
As equal as we are
Bring...
420 as flowers
-TheJudas
Lets stalk about the sun, while we watch it under
a blanket.
Mental heart at rest,
At rest...

At best,
I must arrest my restless mind to slog through the rest of today.

At Rest.
At rest,
Birds nest of anxieties...
Come to rest.

SILENCE!

insolent mind.

Be, at rest.
will Jul 2019
a sweet dewy afternoon
fills with looming clouds
and the dark grey skies
that settle over my eyes

My thoughts on the cloudy day.
btp May 2019
I want me to be yours
I want you to be mine
I'd run on all fours
With a chill down my spine
I'd knock down all doors
And show you my rhymes

I'd like you to feel free
I'd like you to like me

Be mine, even just for a day
Follow me no matter how far we stray
Stroke your hair, stars gaze
Feel your body, hearts ablaze

Be mine, just for a week
Together on each path we seek
Be there for the goods
And be there for the bads
Be there for every memory we share

Be mine, just for a while
Because time is now showing its smile
Come with me while the sun bleeds
Following the unspoken creeds
Come with me into the scorching sun
Burning our hearts while we run

I'd like you to like me
I'd like you to feel free
Aa Harvey May 2019
Water monkeys


Monkeys jump on all the rocks
And as the water flows, neither can stop
Because like water, the monkey knows,
That if it stops, it will be gone.
The water would evaporate
And if the monkey slips, it would be too late.


The water monkey is clean at heart.
In deepest rivers it would fall so far,
That it would never see life again;
But in the stream it can happily play all day.


So without fear the monkey leaps!
And into the stream it splashes with a scream.
A yell of delight, under scorching sunlight;
A place to relax, just like,
The hot spring Snow Monkeys do,
Under the moonlight.


Their sauna home in a place so cold,
Is Pleasantville, to the monkey mind.
A place to go and chill,
When you want a place to hide; or you need a place to go.
The hot spring pools over which there falls endless flakes of snow.
It falls down onto their heads and their ears,
But the monkey does not mind,
For they are relaxing in the hot pools,
Like they have done for many a year.


No enemies in this place of peace,
But the river monkey does not know of a peace like this,
So as he splashes in his streams,
He keeps his head above the water,
Listening out for any enemies.


This is a tale about some water monkeys…
The water monkeys I have seen, on my T.V.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lyndsey May 2019
Flint cracks and flame errupts.
Crisp green turns to charred black.
Each inhale
pulls clouded plumes into my lungs.
The taste rolls along my tongue.
In fragrant wisps
my anxiety melts.
Burning bad days,
caressing the pain away.
Glazed and glossy eyes
see the silver lining through the haze.
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