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Kathleen M Feb 2017
So I woke up feeling crushed and sad, my anxiety and my depression were screaming. My intrusive thoughts woke before I did.
So I fight back with hope.
Science and hope until my negativity feels so small in a universe so vast.
So small against the wonder of the universe, how small my hurt is amongst the vast light of countless suns. How insignificant in comparison to the depths of the oceans and the power of storms and solar flares. I am small, so is my hurt, I am strong enough to shoulder and carry it long enough to feel the wonder overtake me.
Drew Feb 2017
Have you ever wondered
           If there is something waiting for you?

Actually, I've been afraid
           That there might be nothing at all.
Spawned out a conversation with one who knows my every fear.
Nic Sutcliffe Jan 2017
It was then that the universe decided to play
Out a sequence of events that would lead to this day
She conspired with the sun
    with the earth and the moon
With the rest of the cosmos
    to create enough room
For elegant curiosity to bloom

Opportunity presented herself to his door
She gestured,
  and smiled,
   And said "wait no more"
He knew in an instant it was time to act,
Because chances are few, such a plain simple fact.
And so our protagonist seized that one chance,
For his soul to experience a new kind of dance.  

It was all for a girl,
  curiosity,
  what if?
She moved with such grace, she sparked up a spliff
In the garden of dreams,
     bathed in glorious sunlight
Her hair, face and smile
     it all felt so right
And watching her glow and feeling her lust,
He knew it was time,
   he knew that he must.
He leaned in closer for a taste of her lips,
She turned in towards him,
    she shuffled her hips
And then when at last they shared that first kiss,
His soul was ignited and smothered in bliss.

And that was the moment that everything changed,
A shift in perspective, a life re-arranged.
For what then ensued through that day and that night,
Was nothing short or pure cosmic delight.

Moments come and moments go
Memories fade over time's forward flow
But the feelings remain, they are timeless and true
And no-one and nothing can take them from you.

So if you're attentive to universe's song,
   and seize opportunity,
you can never go wrong.
For you might one day find where you truly belong
Another poem centered around love but the focus here is seizing opportunities when they present themselves. Peace and love my fellow poets
Cedric Jan 2017
Limitations, borders and other things,
Only measure as being paper thin.
Fragile and unnoticeable, unseen.
Indistinguishable, that's the saying.
Flammable, we set it on fire, burning.

These boundaries that confine us, traps us.
Misunderstandings that causes creases,
Within the limits of our heart's pieces,
Often becoming remorseful saps, us.

This very thin line that divides concepts,
May be a hindrance or an annoyance.
But just like how paper is most useful,
This separation gives us some clearance,
As we write about exciting prospects.
A sonnet of comparison and it's complexes.
Kelsey Lauren Dec 2016
I can't help my curiosity.
And even though,
curiosity killed the cat,
I am curious to know,
how the cat died
I don't consider this a poem. But I consider it a quote. I can post a quote, right? I wrote it so I assume I have the free will to post it.
IrieSide Dec 2016
Reality's eternal beauty

exists.
See the beauty in everything. It is an endless scale, beauty is everywhere, just recognize it!
Corey Boiko Dec 2016
Jumping on the crunchies
And crushing where I step,
Absorbed in each breath.

Where fall leaves stale,
I plant these stomps
going nowhere,
In particular.

Then I saw you
Stepping on
crunchies too,
consumed,
Simple and true.
With all of you.

Stay playful, stranger, curious.
There's enough crunch
For the both of us.
In a world of lies, with the realities of life, safely ignored
I swipe my screen, and wring my hands, saying I'm bored.
I sip my tea, blissfully aware of the common man's plight
I tell myself, it's not my fault, it's alright.

I write my blogs, I rate my world and give it a C-
As I dive right in to the cess pool of the world's finest
My mind addled with an addiction to 'things'
As the rich men slyly pull on my strings

The child within, utters a plaintive cry
Long dead his thirst, and clipped his wings
I have to get to work, and work to get by
I don't want to know, what I lost, when I gained these things.
Live. Learn. Live forever.
JDK Dec 2016
Drunky McGee,*
that's my nickname for her,
though lately I wonder
if it doesn't also describe me.
Is it possible for a poem to be sad and funny at the same time? Idk, I've deleted most of these.
(That's not entirely true. I make a copy and save it as private before I delete the original. (But why am I telling you any of this?))
Ceyhun Mahi Nov 2016
I'm curious what lies behind,
Those rose filled meadows of your mind.
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