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grace Mar 9
the sun is so warm
but it still makes the grass weep
cleansing soil beneath
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Flowers sways happy
The cool winds gives gentle kiss
Water flows grateful

Let my flames burn bright
Let my wealth flow steadily
Let my mind have peace

The grass can now breathe
They can drink from life's essence
and rise again strong
Enjoying every **** second of the cool wind! :)
Lyn ***
Echo chamber Jun 2018
I'm a rapid fire kind of girl
You're the ice cold chill
running down my spine
Youre redder than the queen of hearts,
And I'm golden like the sun

My mind's heaven and ****
I'm the warning signs
Running through your mind.
I whisper sweetly
"Oh won't you cleanse me?
Cleanse me of these colors"
And you say amen
sara Jun 2018
I'm transparent like a window
but I'm prone to keeping curtains closed
to cover up my youthful,
aching, ***** soul.

I used to be promiscuous;
my essence on my sleeve.
a charming laugh; a crystal glass
from which many a fool drew drink.

A chalice of life;
warm like cinnamon wine,
soft like angel's delight.
Beheld by every eye.

But it never felt right;
I was smoke off a fire,
yet still smouldering coal.
Just a young, beautiful

byproduct of desire.
There's no smoke without fire.
Although, I tried to fan it cool;
the flames ran only wilder.

But as the old wind blows, it seems
a withered tree still grows new leaves.
A dandelion spreads its seeds
but they lie far away from me.

Now, I move transcluently-
ultraviolet invisible ink-
I speak in soothing whispers;
they travel further than you'd think.
Iridescence is things seemingly changing colour on their own- I think we all have the power to grow and move away from our pasts.

I love how fire is a destructive yet cleansing force.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Good things fall apart which
makes room for the
Something I've learned about relationships - platonic and romantic.
I've had alot of fallouts with 'good' people only to be paired with FAR better ones.
These things do take time. For a long time, I was paranoid about who I can/can't trust (tbh, I still am. It's not something you quickly get over) but hey, I've made better friends in a long run and they sure as **** aren't toxic!

Be back soon!
(A goal of mine is to get my Lessons Learned collection up to 100 at least!)

Lyn x
Isla Apr 2018
doubt fills my head until I am drowning in it
even when I come up for air, another wave crashes over
trapping me under the surge of the tide
a relentless sea
to cleanse this relentless mind
but I don't feel cleansed
for my thoughts are broken and scattered
like pieces of glass on the sand
where waves crash
trapping me under the surge of the tide
a relentless sea
and this broken mind
I have no idea where this came from, just word ***** mostly
Kewayne Wadley Apr 2018
And like that she became wet.
******* before she bathed in the storm.
Umbrella left home, by the door.
She wanted to be cleansed.
Clothes thrown to the side.
Where's the fun in being dry.
To rush every moment that craves to be moist.
Splashing in puddle after puddle.
The Infatuation of being free.
The depth of being caught in a portrait just before it drys.
Covered in layer after layer of heavy blue.
A foam of white.
A kiss that quenches every thirst.
Our lips the brush that sops the wetness.
Forever more.
To purposely be caught without an umbrella
Abigail Hobbs Mar 2018
I scream to the stars above
"What do you want from me?!"
The wind picks up
Stealing what little breath I hold
Sleeping flowers awaken,
only to find that rain season has just begun
The rain comes from my eyes
I curse your moonbeam eyes
That once danced in front of mine
And in comes the sun
Burning where you once held me
And suddenly... peace.
Jessie Schwartz Feb 2018
Anew  by…Jessie

Dawn of day’s…future days; the sun has shown
Emerge… shake off what scab still remains and wipe the sleep from your eyes
Stand tall; allow the encrusted quagmire to flake from your body
Resurrect; cleanse yourself in the acceptance of a rejuvenated self
Drink from the cup of prospect; fill your belly with optimism
Clothe yourself in skin more fitting, one that dose not reflect the scars of battles past
Stand out from the shadows, walk into the light, and immerse yourself in what is today
Yesterday was yesterday and is forgotten; tomorrow is waiting to be written
Breath in the possibilities, ink the quill and begin to write
Dolly Balou Feb 2018
There was a pool.
A deep pool of watery emotion.
I must keep my head above water to survive.
For years that's what I've done.

Circumstances drew my being into the deep unknown.
As long as I may keep my head above water, surely I will sustain life.
The water seemed black,
The darkness trickling from every pore of my body.

I was slumped in a whirlpool laden with dismay.
On a mission to seek safety, I constantly held my head above water.
There came a time where I felt as though I no longer had the strength to stay safe.
My energy was becoming exhausted
I felt a weight dragging me under, prompting me to sink.
All I could see was the darkness.

I felt the misery ******* my inner being as my lips took one last breath before relinquishing myself to immorality.
I pierced my eyes closed, as tight as I could as an attempt to keep the unlit from entering my perception.

Although plagued by fear of this darkness and essentially the unknown, I knew I had to fight.
And by fight I mean surrender, for fighting is all I have ever done.

Opening my eyes I felt the battle be drawn from my psyche.
I let go of the connection.
The preexisting negative prejudice and judgement floated to nothingness.
By taking away the battle, so to was the darkness and associated distress.

The whirlpool of water which I always believed to be darkness suddenly appeared as still, pure, clean, and clear water which flowed through my every pore.
Dignity returned.
Happiness too.
There was now only light overflowing my inner self.
Cleansed and free, I finally found safety.
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