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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2020
In the night's embrace
Out of nowhere
They asked me,
"Where is your home?"

There, the stars
Were watching
Why the Moon
Waited for me
How the Sun
Greeted with warmth
And the lyrical chirp birds
Sang for me

Everywhere I belong
But nowhere
Had been my home

In
Moment
I
Exist

To them, I replied
Genre: Experimental
Theme: In Being
Mitch Prax Feb 2020
I see every galaxy
shining through your eyes
and every star
burning in
your smile.
monique ezeh Jan 2020
It was dark for so long before you entered this world
Towing all the light in the universe behind you.
Like some cosmic miracle, everything changed.  
A flash and a bang and, suddenly, a whole world bloomed from nothingness.

Everything in this great new world is glowing, and I know that  
Even if it is just the two of us  
Standing for eternity in this empty universe,
I am unafraid.

Your hands hold all the warmth I can fathom. Your eyes hold all the stars I can name.
The sun is bright. It is warm. You are here.
I can see infinity in your eyes.
I can see everything. I can see you.
Anastasiia Jan 2020
Speaking in two different languages,
we found a way to understand each other,
through music,
through the universal language of smiles.

We found ourselves
rising higher in love;
higher than with those
speaking our mother tongue.
'Birthing poetic breaths into being.
Bringing forth cosmic consciousness.
Disguised as my incarnating dreams.
What a gift to me?
To become each and every day a better version of me.
These are the poetic thoughts always stirring about in me.
This is the 'Namaste  Child's State of Being.'


Copyrighted (2016)
The art of manifesting poetry onto the waiting page.
Mitch Prax Dec 2019
I didn't think the
Earth had two moons,
but then I found you.
Each night you glow
as if this world wasn't
pretty enough.
annh Dec 2019
At this time of year,
it seems that everyone
is looking for a piece of blue sky
with a little bit of green;

Among the frazzle and the dazzle,
the trash and the tinsel,
a piece of themselves
that they misplaced;

Down the back of the sofa,
back in the day
when blue sky grew on trees
and green summers were forever.

‘So now it is time to disassemble the parts of the jigsaw puzzle or to piece another one together, for I find that, having come to the end of my story, my life is just beginning.‘
- Conrad Veidt
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
Let the stars
Awake
And be shy

There is nothing
Wrong

Lovely dreams
Just to remind
Genre: Experimental
Theme: We dream so we live
Blissful Nobody Dec 2019
will I know when I am near,
near the brink of inexistence,
in this human form,
when I sleep a final time ?
will I know the eternal existence,
when this human form will be lost?
the cosmic stitching that holds,
my entity to this form,
will wither and loosen,
these tethers that exist,
will all be gone.
will I know when I am near?
will I know my eternal infinite form?
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