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Aleeza Nov 2017
tick, tick, tick
i am not counting the hours i've spent with my fingers between yours
i am tracing the maps on your arms
i am trying to find a way home

we do not know what time it is
maybe it's 2am and we both have things to do
maybe it's 3pm and we have places to be
maybe it's midnight and we really have to say goodbye

all i know is
the world is not on my shoulders anymore
and all there is now is the wonder in your smile
all i can see is how well we fit

in my years
i wanted to know what it was like
to be beautiful enough to haunt
and here you are beside me in the dusk
and you tell me that i have entangled myself in your thoughts

all this time
i have been been trying to find what all the poets and the artists create for
and i found you

tick, tick, tick
how long until you see
the cracks that taint me
the shadows that follow me around

how long until you decide not to stay
you distance yourself from the calamity of me
how long until i have to beg
to stay with me so we can be lost again
Lyn-Purcell Nov 2017
We learn history
We cup history
And we all strive to make history
And in history, we learn
and life seems to repeat.

~ ⚪ ~
Take a closer look
'History'
All of us learn his-story
and her-story.
So, let's do it.
And write our his-story.
Surrounded by history that life loves to repeat.
Gracie Knoll Nov 2017
The smell of terpentine permeates my favourite blouse
The glow of candle light flickers in my windows
The absent minded stains of ink splattered through out my house
The cool, soft clay feels like silk between my fingers
There is a chisel hanging from a nail in my wall
There is blueprint spread out on a table in  front of me
My eyes are canvassing everything, anything, all
There is a colour and flavour in everything I see
There is a word tattooed on my forehead, innovator
I can't help but find a way to reinvent the old and invent the new
What more beautiful a worship to offer the creator
Than to create with the gifts he has given you
Diána Bósa Sep 2017
Someone broke the sun today;
it is raining flowers all over,
creating a liquid silence
by giving life to our constellation
of their falling petals.
Miss Cornelia Sep 2017
Any can love star's twinkle,
Few only can love the fire that compose it

Any can love soft bloomed petals,
Few only can love the thorns that hold it

Any can love the soft sand on the seashore,
Few only can love the rocks before

Anyone can love for a season,
but I'm already longing for years.

-tc to laz

06/09
mjad Sep 2017
Emotions are so overwhelming
Even in their simplest essence
They build and break and destroy
They shape and form and create
The hardest thing about emotions
Is having no control over what to break
And no control over what to create
Because sometimes
A heart can break
And the only thing created is a tragedy
Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017
I wish I could soak my mind
In goddess blood all day
Bathed in the passion of creation
Fever dreams keeping me from sleep,
Instead of this tired gray matter
Building complex worlds
And blossoming people
And rich magic
There must always be magic
In my fever dream worlds.
A Plagiarist In Inheritance
Originalist, In The wealth of Progeny.
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