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Leila Valencia Jun 2016
The world turns
all becomes, shifting metamorphosis
Continually
Grace
Of
Growth

moving silently
moving days without visible motion
We shudder and bask in the days end

Forgetting, what the motion took to become

Endings
Growing and transforming. Forgetting what it took to get where you are simultaneously using night and day metaphors.
Apollo Hayden Jun 2016
Can you see two world?
I am the air between 'em.
Mikayla Fitzell May 2016
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You were not light blue and I wasn't red.
We did not collide and produce a lilac sky.
We were black.
Never first, the secondary colours of light mixed together
to produce black.
We were a dark nothing.
We collided and produced a blank white canvas,
for us to get our own shades of paint and throw on it.
For us to produce whatever colour sky we want.
Leila Valencia May 2016
Blooming moments
Moments, granted, flowing endlessly
Seamlessly touching....
Green lips touch you, gently
Hearts of gold surround thy mind
Blooming trees, always blooming
The mind around comes again - blooming, fuller, lighter - wiser
Growing into your skin. Learning new ideas
jane taylor May 2016
life…..

a blank canvas

with blurred edges

and ambiguous spaces

thank you god

for allowing me

to paint

©2016janetaylor
MsAmendable May 2016
Words flow like water
Brushing past my fingers, quickly
An unobtainable river
But taking the drops from my palms
Dipped in the tide
I shake a precious dew
Hopefully settling
Into some thing,
Some great being of vastness
To drink, drench, quench even,
It's multitude of worries
and curiosities
To flow in like an ocean,
Setting wonders in motion,
And healing animosities
Viseract May 2016
Construction
Destruction
Death
Resurrection

Collection
Fixation
­Dictation
Relation

Construct
Destroy
Death to all
Recall

Isn't it funny how
Something can be created?
Then at the change of heart
Your mind has destruction fixated?

You call for the heads of those
Who tear apart you world
When they are soon dealt with
The real you is resurrected.

You then collect the pieces,
They are now your fixation
Other are telling you how to rebuild
From friends and blood relation

Slowly but surely,
Piece by piece
You reconstruct the world
That had lain in pieces

Then you destroy it
Because you've had enough
And bring death to all
To vent the life that you made rough

And then you expect your friends
Who you just destroyed
To come at your beck and call
When you pushed them in the void?

Get real
You brought this on *yourself
The delusional never fail to surprise...
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