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Taylor W Dec 2014
12.19.2014
Her lips they part like oceans do
Her hair sways with the wind
You sit and deliberate in your thoughts
Will I see her again?

Her laugh echoes like thunder storms
Her smile strikes like lightning
You sit and ponder in your brain
Do I love her or is she frightening?

Her heart it beats like music thumps
Her words they flow like poems
You sit and contemplate all alone
Can your rhythm mimic her tones?

Her talk reminds you of telephones
Always ringing in your ear
You sit and scrutinize to yourself
Why isn’t this all clear?
                    T.W.
Taylor W Dec 2014
Endless conversations with people we don’t know
Trying to hold onto something when we never had control
The perfect words at perfect times your lips do seem to speak
A fear of showing emotion is what really makes me weak
For I can say all the words that may just make you stay
I can create a masterpiece of words that may push you away
Seeing is believing, yes a stranger told me this
Now I sit and ponder words that my heart just can’t dismiss
Words are just openings that lead to so much more
Emotions bring those words to life like never known before
Endless conversations with strangers leave thoughts lingering in me
And all the words I say to them I wish to you they’d be.

T.W.
Jordan Harris Dec 2014
To die of fire and born of ashes
how strange it must be
to be destroyed
by that which creates you

of course a woman is rendered as herself
by the ideas within her head
and decimated
by her own thoughts

and a man is rendered as himself
by the beating of his heart
and dismantled
by his heated blood

though neither man nor woman return from their destruction

I wonder if the death of the fire bird
is painful
does it know it will be reborn?
would this lessen the pain?

I would envy a man who was reborn again and again
but not a man who thought he died every time
Daisy Fields Nov 2014
every day is a party.
a chance to seize the day.
a clean slate, to change fate.
an opportunity to rejoice and celebrate life,
& the amazing chance that you got to live one!
why not smile about it, why not dance about it?
hell, let's all make sweet romance about it!
this is our time to shinee,
COSMIC CREATURES OF CREATION
it's time to fly, it's time to fall,
to have a blast, & see it all.
don't waste the most precious & beautiful gifts you were ever given.
your life, your time, & your body.
you've been given a vehicle for your soul to explore in.
the opportunity to be able to exists as more then just energy and soul, but in a physical sense too.
don't waste this experience, this journey, and don't waste yourself.
take nothing for granted, & take care of yourself.
the world is your oyster, and you are the beautiful shining pearl.
Jordan Barrie Nov 2014
Hello there, come in .

Welcome to the world of broken rocks

Air filled with thoughts,

Inferno's of Nature.

Interwoven, ever-still flowing, making fluid resonance

Split apart, into more complex creations

Melds of clay, resided in soulful intention,

Building up life filled, so called pensions

I'd call them more, a well full of worthwhile meh -  mer - rants

Sifted through an instant blink of lives constraints.

States of one's loss in harmless consideration,

Yet alert simultaneously,

Sleeping inside awake.

Resides the content of your mind

Visions of the life you have chosen to create.

The paths walked, free or through fates. . .
Daisy Fields Nov 2014
we are the sinners & the saints.
we are the canvas & the paint.
we are the chaos & the calm.
we are the dusk & the dawn.

we are the truth & the lies.
we are the earth & the sky.
we are the leap & the fall.
we are the answer & the call.

we are the free, & the chained.
we are the crazy & the sane.
we are the living & the dead.
we are the hungry & the fed.

we are the shy & the daring.
we are the cruel, & the caring.
we are the simple & the complex.
we are the blessed, & the hexed.

we are the wrong, & the right.
we are the dark & the light.
we are the lost & the found.
we are colour, we are sound.

and i hope that you can see,
that you are EVERYTHING to me.
that i am you and you are me
& all we're meant to do is BE.
so let us be, forever free
& we can dream our destiny

take my word, my hand, my heart.
no matter the distance, we're never apart.
and when we face the pain & chaos.
love will guide us, truth will save us.
Daisy Fields Nov 2014
where's the stimulation
is this life a simulation
we're all lacking inspiration
& we're feeling the deflation
cause we fight the integration
of our slowly rotting nations
working for our next vacation
losing passion for creation
Daisy Fields Nov 2014
Feeling the breath of life.
Feeling the flight of spirit.
Positivity flows.
Manifesting magic.
Birthing angel wings.
I hear the soul.
I hear the stars.
Tranquility washes over me.
Beauty surrounds me.
This peace of mine.
This peace of mind.
It's so divine.

Intuition knows.
Consciousness grows.
Creativity flows.
Christopher Lowe Nov 2014
Free the words to paper
Let them be your escape
Or another personal masterpiece
Let them set your mind at ease
Get carried away with them
Or let them carry you away
Create a scene
Even if only on paper
Create significance
From an unprofound nature
Mattrick Patrick Nov 2014
Creating a new poem is like creating a new story
a new paradigm from the depths of history's bowls
from a nightmare, we are to create a dreamscape
something that tantalizes the soul, and draws us near
to the greater perfection within ourselves... who knew?

Creating a new poem, much like a new society
has to start from within, and be drawn out somehow,
and some will be more inspired than others to invent
their own approach, to instill their own values,
to be critical enough to recognize what is most sacred

Creating a new poem demands the ability of the artist
to take hold of his or her feelings, thoughts, and intuit
the flow of consciousness in just the right cadence
remembering the song of ages that goes and flows

Being the poet that you are, your heart is stretched and open
yet you are afraid to be as the caged bird: freedom frightens you!
And in creating your new, new poem, you would be as angels
singing from the achrimony of the ages, singing light and dark
good and evil: but remember god and devil are just a letter off both ways.

Creating a new world is like creating a new poem: if you let go
and just do it, the miracle will wash away the banality of a bygone age
and the new **** will be born as a rose red flower in flames
before the technocratic temple of bright lights and *******

Create a new art, artists, poets, and those average ager's
be a revolution in the heart, an evolution in the swing,
bring first the arrogance, then the confidence of knowing:
you are the master who makes the grass green: the universe in your eyes
the solar flare in your step, and change this world from a prison
to a paradise!

Create your new poem, and singe it like a caged bird!
Give your language the power of princes, without the pomp
believe in yourself and let go of the awkward moment you had
with the love of your dreams last night; create your new life
and transform this new poem into a rally cry for the poet class!
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