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Shofi Ahmed Jul 2018
Mortal earth is a shadow
nothing lasts here evermore.
The inside is a complete hollow.
Everyone takes a turn sway not
360-degree it’s a flute!
Pyrrha Sep 2018
"Are you alright?"
He's the only one who asks me this
The only one who reads my feelings even when I do not
"I love you."
He tells us every night
No one else has done this right

"If you want to cry, you can cry
If you want to yell, then yell
I just want you to feel better."
Never has anyone said something like that to me
Something to make me feel understood rather than incomplete

"You are such a great person."
It seems he has these words inside some secret vault
Labeled "For when they are broken"
He keeps them stored and safe
For just in case those two girls break
He sends these words in times of need

I don't think he knows
That those words are just what we long to hear
When we think we can't be complete with all our fractures
He gives encouragement and makes us feel together
He's like the missing piece to a puzzle that you almost threw out
Something that you can't live without
This is dedicated to me and my besties new best friend. She is no longer my only muse, now he has joined the fray.
Madeline Aug 2018
there has been whispers
that i, am nothing  
but a scattered mosaic
shattered and sharp

a pile of pieces
that was until you
came along and sat
cross legged

took me piece by piece
and glued me back
together again
i am now nothing but

endless beauty
more beautiful
than any museum
in the world
for i am now, art
JAC Aug 2018
Oh
how it hurts
to trust
so completely.
Jessica S Aug 2018
Sometimes when I look in the mirror
I see nothing but a shattered soul
pieces are missing
and I am searching
and searching
and searching
but I can't find them
What if I am never going to find them?
What if I am never going to be complete?
Nat Lipstadt Mar 2014
Everything in quotations marks and italics was written by TS Eliot.

eyes knowing glossy men,
sheer women, creatures,
not all artists, but artists,
always thus,
centrifugal, simple

from their core,
emanate, resonate,
expand the exterior
with interior precision sculpting

to the interior delve,
via brush or limb,
pen or music,
the exposition, the exploration,
the reconstruction of composing
one's self, creation and destruction
of your own myths

movement of arms and legs,
sparseness of simplicity
subsidiaries of centricity,
tributaries of complexity,
oriented to their locality

the simple purpose of inhalation,
to exhale, after transformation,
the calculus of thought into emotion:

"the tongues of flame are in-folded
into the crowned knot of fire and
the fire and rose are one"


the dancers hear the music:

"so deeply that it is not heard at all,
but you are the music
while the music lasts."


**”Quick now, here, now always –
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well"
"Immature poets borrow, mature poets steal." T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

Inspired this evening by the Martha Graham Company, the words and wisdom of TS Eliot, from whom she took inspiration in her choreography of modern dance
Pyrrha Aug 2018
She's shattered into a million fractal pieces
This woman made into a mosaic
This goddess, this queen
The one with the golden heart that turns others green

It breaks me too when I find
That I can't replace all the missing pieces
And put this ethereal beauty back together
Not back to the state she was before she was fractured

The sun, the moon
The stars, the sky
The dusk, the dawn

She is everything in life that is right
A beauty gift wrapped in insecutity
How many different ways can you tell her she's perfect,
Before she finally looks in the mirror and believes it?

She believes that life is only work, anger, and hatred
She believes a man can only lie, harm, and detonate
She doesn't see life for the spectrum it is
Full of a million gradients coveting all the glory

Some days she believes it
She tells herself and everyone around her
She is confident and beautiful, capable of love and happiness
Until the next day comes and once again she's in pieces

I'd like to see the day a smile is on her face
Not drawn or molded
Like magic it appears and never fades
The day the beautiful mosaic is once again

Complete
I wrote this about my best friend(She seems to be my muse for many of my poems.)
Thomas EG Aug 2018
One bite is never enough for you
You take the time to taste it all
And won't stop until you're full
But when your jaw weakens
The frustration sinks in fast
So when you kiss me,
Tell me,
Do my flavours dance on your tongue?
Because the finality of that moment,
When you complete a task and start to breathe again...
I just don't know if I can provide you with such relief
And you tell me that I can
But how could I possibly deserve a cherry like you on top of the mountain that is my heart?
But that's the thing
There's no one like you
Because you are the sweetest grump
Whenever frustrated, my sugarplum
And the remainder of you is glee
That can sink its teeth right into me
So bite off as much as you can,
Leave me to sit on your taste buds,
And take your sweet time
To savour me
We've got our obsessions
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
So many questions
Blessed by completing her studies
Queen watches the night
Well, one step at a time! I hope to be forwarded to another course like this one!
Thanks everyone!
Lyn ***
Kalen Doleman Jul 2018
Already enlightened
already complete.
Purpose is here now
It is not a destination.
It is here right now.
To make a contribution
is to be here now.
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