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As I lose my last breath
Will the sun still rise
Will the sun still set

As I lose the ability to feel
Will the birds still fly
Will the birds still chirp

As I lose the last thing I'll ever see
Will the days to come
come and go,

As easy as a rivers flow

-Kaya
WiltingMoon Mar 2016
Must have been such a sight, for the eyes of those who wonder the world between me and a new life.
I have suffered so much, but at the same time so little.
I have witnessed death, to love and life, from hate.
Everyday I think about the world that may or may not be real, where a soul can walk. But everyday I never find out.
I am still here, walking this world with no path to follow.

I'm lost, but I still walk...
I Will Be The Exception

I will smile at every veteran I see
I will place my hand across my heart
and sing, "Oh say, can you see..."

I Will Be The Exception

I will laugh and talk and joke
and play, and smile. But not only on
Veterans Day. I will do it every day.

I Will Be The Exception

I will shake their hands, I will help in
anyway I can. Freedom can be celebrated
every day, not every now and then

From This Day...And This Day On

I Will Be The Exception
sneha mundari Jan 2016
Like two feet, we are,
Alone we both are.

in search of enlightenment, I burn
I exhale. I inhale you
therefore I continue...
life’s footsteps pacing towards nothingness

A long pause,  just here and there.
can hear the heartbeats not in sync like before.
its running faster… trying to escape…louder...thirsty...hungry

Insecure bird.


fear to fly, resting in the nest.
© 2016 by Sneha Mundari. All rights reserved.
Scarlet Niamh Jan 2016
A lucid world
in which I forget
to continue remembering.
~~ I will be selective about the reality which I accept. ~~
moments and tales that kissed the world.
These Are My Words
they weave.
These Are My Words
fireflies flew.
These Are My Words
tried and wrapped my fist.
These Are My Words
face free.
These Are My Words
being brave I saw demonization
These Are My Words
bravery loved dance
These Are My Words
dignity denied darkness
These Are My Words
flying constant
These Are My Words
she likes treason
These Are My Words
busted mouth and bruised cheeks
These Are My Words
an old flower leaving
These Are My Words
wrong school
These Are My Words
here comes young weight
These Are My Words
a thing called justice
These Are My Words
blue skin and ***** air
These Are My Words
god in his infinite wisdome
These Are My Words
placed a heart here, now -
These Are My Words
breathe and seek consequence
These Are My Words
hide hands
These Are My Words
thank god for your deluded bliss
These Are My Words
but inside she wonders
These Are My Words
dark and bittersweet
These Are My Words
  moments that only meant deceit
These Are My Words
work through change as I clench teeth
These Are My Words
gnash and outlive those old memories
These Are My Words
she is a rude stringy blonde beauty
These Are My Words
looking, yes, looking
These Are My Words
years later
These Are My Words
she thinks faster and has out ran
These Are My Words
the villainous monsters make mistakes
These Are My Words
leaving her with her one and only gift
*
Dedicated to Caroline - your mom never regretted giving birth to you
This is the unintended sequel to "Fireflies" - Go and check that out! <3
Do not use or distribute without my explicit permission
MsAmendable Oct 2015
I look at the sky and see
So many stars,
I wonder how many have already gone out
But still exist here,
Shining their light, even after they fade
Into the dark.
And I think that you, too
Must still be shining somewhere
Amid this black and turbulent sea of hate,
Shining your light
When you are already gone.
Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
I am the fire that burns,
it yearns
to consume ,
engulf and turn to ash.
The phoenix is ugly.
Why live to self destroy and rebirth just to repeat"
Don't kindle this heat, just bring peace.
I rather self-emulate than self-immolate
but this fire burns from hate.
Hate of self and hate of others.
That is the Phoenix.
Self Improvement
I make a promise,
but wouldn't fulfill.

I write a letter,
but stop at the middle.

I read a book,
but only the first pages.

I said I'll go on,
but I never did.

And now who I am ceases.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
oni May 2015
lives
touch,
pass,
and
continue.
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