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Mary 10h
Excitement - attraction, ***, love
Happiness - money, marriage, family
Contentment - bbq's, vacations, friends
Boredom - schedules, chores, commitments
Apathy - distant, separate, divorce
Loneliness - heartbreak, regret, resolve
Renewal - freedom, flexibility, growth
Nava 2d
tired of my same ol'
a cycle and its toll

something different !
something different !
close my eyes
and see

open them and be
there is no difference

out from my cyclic groove
I cannot think

toward something different
I must move
Lost May 15
Lessons learned lessen with time
Time takes its toll on memories
And failures are forgotten until repeated

I feel like my mistakes mold my existence
Into rolling regret that snowballs it’s way
Down a steep and steady path

Watch me plummet perpetually
Falling forever
Down to my ****** destiny
Nava May 9
I was born in the hour I was

A voice learning to rejoice

A heart doing what it does

My style is not a choice
Born to the family I was
And gone on from there
Rollercoasters of redemption
And disease, beware
Cycles meant to strengthen
Something rare
My style is not my choice
Sure I have tried

But the only one that stuck

The one I could abide

Oh, the Joy of not giving a ****.
Morrie W S Apr 30
a liminal space,
a banshee who screams for the dead.

ashes to ashes
we walk the earth
in cigarettes,
in home and hearth.

my heart breaks:
feel the grass
beneath one's toes

magic where none
dares to go
Renee Danes Apr 16
Blink once,

I see
The stars
Look down
On me,

Blink twice,

Planets form
From nothingness
Endless colors
Cold, warm

Don't blink,

Nothing changes
Stays same
Surrounded fully
In strangeness

Same universe,
Same space,
Same everything.
Last week we saw the first picture of a black hole, is science now determining our future? I hope there is still "space"( ;p) for the magical

It’s good
It’s bad
It’s dark
I’m sad
I’m happy
And in love
Heavy raindrops
From above
I feel like dancing
Running and leaping
I can’t stop crying
Dying weeping
I can’t stop laughing
Smoking and drinking
Ignited fire
Sinful desire
A sinner
A saint
One winner
One ain’t
A crazy story
I’ll paint
My Good image
I’ll taint
In hopes that
You’ll see
A genuine me
So I can be free
From who you think I should be.
I need to talk.
Had been hoping you would
Walk beside me, hold my hand,
Watch my back as I do yours.
This self destructive cycle
Has me spinning in circles
Madness on a rats wheel
Roller coaster riding
As sanity flits like a flutterby
Just outside my reach
No wonder I don’t remember
Why would I want to?
I am beside myself and
Apart from you
Pleading on deaf ears
For a moments peace
Pressure release before I
Implode. Boom.
Just like that.
Boom boom.
Arianna Mar 7
their eyes met on the shore,
crossing the border between worlds.

something stirred:

        ocean through and through,
                            but for...

                        a flickering.

                        'twas only
                   a flickering.

                              and yet...

between sea and sky their eyes met
on the kissing line of elements.

        borders blur,
        though their essence is preserved.

the Sea remembered and called out...

                    but its Sky was dark
                    and silent.
A story about spirits, forms, memory and connections across time, separation, forgetting, and loss.

Imagined from a dolphin's perspective during a moment of eye contact with a strangely familiar human...
Keiya Tasire Jan 17
I stand with roots deep into my mother
With branches out stretching towards my father
And Light from the rising sun reflecting within my eyes.

Machi curing, Machi healing,
I sing your song. I feel your love.
Mi Pachamama
So full of love
Your flow of life, ever flowing
Your river of sound, ever singing
Your stream of light, forever shinning.
How can I ever cry when I am within your arms?

Arising with the warming sun
Flowing through the air on the breath of her winds
So softly the clouds release her love
As they are caressed by the tops of her mountains.

Her waters of love flowing…
Trickling down onto the forest
Gathering into the brooklets,
Streams, riverlets, and rivers
Satisfying the thirst of all her creations.

The sound of pan flutes filling my ears
The dance of chi coursing through
Even this body, this gift, this flesh.
Singing her lullaby
Embracing & soothing this tired soul.
Softly the winds bring the colors
Of her song into my beating heart.

Machi soothing
Machi healing. Machi Curing
Machi, singing me well with Her love
Mi Pacha Mama , so full of love
Your flow of life, ever flowing
Your river of sound, ever singing
Your stream of light, forever shinning.
How can I ever cry when I am within your arms?

Healing, Soothing, Curing, Love
I sing your song. I sing your love
Mi Pacha Mama…
We are each born and sustained by elements of the earth. We are born from the earth that gathered within our mother's wombs and sustained by the plants, airs, water, minerals, and the warm life giving rays of the sun. One day we will give our body back to the earth as our spirits soar towards the heavens where our Father in Heaven and Mother Earth reside.
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