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Heleli Aug 2015
There are years to go before the storm
That will tell if I lost or won
Craving what only dreams can give
We are monsters, we shouldn't live

The angels' sadness live inside
The sickness of a lonely child
These eyes are mirrors that never glow
Moving in the dark down below

A thousand mourning days later
When will stone turn into paper
Blessed be the day the journey ends
Reveal so many wounds to mend

You'll find me when the world begins
With just a smile you will break in
It is a song as old as time
And we were born to find a rhyme

I have a duty to my kind
To always try and learn to fly
But here on the ground I am proud
To pay attention to the clouds
Jay Ash Aug 2015
When we'd stood and wondered
where our lives were going,
not knowing our hearts had blundered
still we waited for the midnight crowing.

We thought we could begin our journey
at the morning's first light,
and when the fires were lowly burning
we had seen that beautiful sight

At light's last waning glow
we realised our folly
and felt love's striking blow.

We fell and neither was sorry
as we were consumed by the falling snow
For those that have loved and lost.
Something in the morning's guise
Leaves me lonely asking why

When one a world away
Said the same just today

I'm sure the sun will now arise
Up over the horizon by n' by

And stirring up down deep inside
The words that want to rise

So before the moon goes down
Before the birds stir around

I'll take a moment's notice and my pen
To say good night to God and men
aar505n Aug 2015
I've been awake for too long.
Sleeping every night you'd think I would've got the hang of it by now
But the last year, sleep has eluded me.

Now I sit pre-dawn hour.
Preparing myself.
Settling an upset stomach,
Turmoil of emotions.
A sea of anxiety -
Chaotically churning chyme
As time goes turning on.

Fooled myself that I was neutral.
That I would be happy no matter the outcome.
Yet, here I am. Sweating fear.
Like I'm out gun so I have to out run bullets.

Radical Critical Acceptance.
Is my only line of defense
Against the offense of uncertainty
No point worrying about what I'm going to be dealt - pointless action.
Deal me the cards and I'll work from there.

We're all **** in the new dawn.
Naked in our actions, our motives
All wanting a plethora of letters
In a hundred different combinations.

So as that sun rises
Like a single old wise iris
Dispelling it's light on me
I wonder -
what will today bring?
Either way, I'm certified that I'm leaving.
Getting my results from my exam in 4 hours after two years of studying. So just a tad nervous.
AM Aug 2015
I'm still waiting for your impossible call
until the dawn is breaking as so does my heart
Evangeline Ashe Aug 2015
There is no sweeter
kiss than that of dawn upon
my dream-tossed eyelids
Tamara Miles Jul 2015
"What's going on," my love said to the puppy
and me. "Everybody's up at 5 a.m.?
In the dark, we all went out to the backyard
where crickets hummed and the pool lay waiting,
and the damp grass welcomed our bare feet.
Every new day, every morning cup of steaming
coffee, every couch cuddle convinces me that a happy
life begins with a renewed sense of wonder at how darkness
shapes and frames the rising sun of love.
Eleanor Rigby Jul 2015
I sit at the same table as you
and wonder.
Do you miss me
half as much as I do you.
Is there any chance
you would think of the past
and hope you had me
in your arms again.
You have seen all of me.
My best, my worst,
my regular sorry state.
I have put you everywhere.
Dreams, nightmares,
the past and the future.

I wonder if I ever meant anything to you.
But chances are, people love and they forget.
They forget the sun when the moon lays low
and when the dawn breaks it all,
they forget the night
and cherish the day.

It is okay, you owe me nothing.
It just hurts because you are everything.


-- Eleanor
Amanda Jul 2015
My hair is an untameable wave that cascades
down my back and is an even flowing river that drapes
onto my shoulder blades and biceps.

As I sit in the swivel chair waiting for the scissors to
shear off the last dead ends, I think of you.
With these ends, you'll be disappearing, too.

You haven't touched me in over two years, now.
As wisps of hair drop off onto the tile below my feet,
I can be rest assured that a new beginning has dawned.
Keara Powers Jul 2015
I'm choking on words
I'll never say
Written in pen
They smear and fade
But when the sun
Rises at dawn
Maybe then
You'll hear my song
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