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Doomed into dawn
   with twilight
just another retention as yourself.
A bitter bliss
  and a very sweet sadness all at the same time,
  with it all...
  hand in hand...
Just like us a few moons ago.
My very own bitter-sweet sensation,
   you and I
   'til the very last star in the morning
    accompanied by the living-dying sun.
The joys of new love,
A brand new us...
From dreams to reality filled with memories.
Dawn hits.
The smoky mists of the night fade away.
All that was once existent is blurred into nothingness.
A new beginning starts.

The old nightlife is somehow forgotten.
Nothing from the past can penetrate the force of the future.
It must all remain where it belongs...
Forgotten.

But how can something so important be lost?
It is believed that dawn shall fade the night away.
Day will take over and the darkness shall subside.
But the night is never truly forgotten.

Without night, there shall be no day.
Without night, there shall be no dawn.

The memories of night can never fade.
For the light of day is met with dusk,
And dusk shall once again bring the images of night in all its beauty.

Dawn may begin, but it is not a means to an end.
Dusk shall return night to the world,
Old memories once again becoming a reality.
Just some 4 a.m. thoughts...
we spent a night on shores,
sand running through shell,
you touched me soft gently
green waves rolling out and
in the night we talked evers
to now of always soon come
deep, longs until slow, tears
fell in drops from break sky,
it seemed all time was new
and white birds flying over,
how they sailed with moon
smiling as truth smiling out
beyond a light sea of night,
our love then forever young
and curtains lifted the stars,
fell waysides into the dawn,
our faces golden in the sun.
Egeria Litha Jun 2015
witness dusk on the top edge
of a mountain higher
than the largest problem man ever created

Having a best friend is a wonderful happening
its a wonder and a **** of the head
a twist in the neck
like the most interesting engagement
transpiring right now

the pink sky fading on a girl's birthday
and a disposable snap shot
of a moment
where two girls smiled
arms outstretched towards infinite sky

individuals independents
fond over memories
of a friend somewhere
out of reach
they pull out like a ruffled note
in a pocket
during times when great things
are happening
but no one to bask with

witness the dusk

we found ourselves there once
except we were dancing above
the problems

Joyous Goddesses content
with blindness in the fog
heading for dawn
A story about my best friend and I last year in the Blue Ridge Mountains for my birthday. I miss her so
Julia Elise Jun 2015
Sky is comepetely dark
The town is asleep
Almost time for the signing lark
As the sun will soon start to creep

Not much longer til morning rises
This little city will wake
Bringing a day full of surprises
Waiting for dawn to break

But for now the stars shine bright
For everyone who is awake tonight
Waiting for morning to come.
Mike Essig Jun 2015
Consciousness rears its reptile head;
Medusa in the morning gloom.
You wake to iron silence,
a tourist in a rented room.
I have never feared death
but often been terrified of life.
Chaos theory is not a balm
when the unexpected fall begins,
the sudden plummet into strife.
Life says no so often and loudly
we begin to doubt the yes.
The performance begins anew;
the usher guides you to your seat.
The mortal day coiled like a viper
ready to strike and poison.
Wise souls move through the murk
one careful step at a time.
When you rise, check your weapons;
be careful where you place your feet.
   ~mce
Havran May 2015
The dusk came;
I watched the moon glowing,
and there I have it,
a word to describe the feeling when you’re bluer than blue;
Yellow, darling,
that’s what it felt like, right?
Glowing, but empty.
It’s time to let go of those
who lift you up just to leave you emptier
than when they found you.
Remember how the sun sets to make way for the moon?
Well, this I tell you:
The moon leaves for a brighter day.
The dawn came;
I watched as the sun turned slowly
from red
to bright orange.
It’s the morning,
and
it’s
beautiful.
It’s time to rise and shine darling.
Rise above the horizon
and shine brighter.

To become your own sun,
to realize that you are the world,
and that
the people,
and the places,
and the phrases
and words
and thoughts
and ideas
that revolve
and pass around you
are
to each
their own solar systems.
It was wrong of them to tell us
that no man is an island.
Each one of us is an island,
and it is when you
peek into
The
Looking
Glass
that you realize
that some islands
have beacons
and some have
watchtowers,
yet all of them
are searching
for another light.
To shine in their way;
to lead,
or be lead
home.”

*Y.O. & D.C.
A collaboration between my dearest bestfriend and I :)
Amitav Radiance May 2015
The red orb of light
Brilliant crimson shade
Flames of hope kindles
Wakes up sleepy skies
Once lulled by the moon
Now retreat to rest
Dawn calls on everyone
Birds in perfect symmetry
Making beautiful patterns
Winged silhouettes fly
Morning dwellers
Wipes away the dreams
From heavy eyelids
Takes them in handful
To set them free
Morning’s red orb
Pours life with joy
Monique Isom May 2015
I stood there, as the weeds of misfortune dawned upon me
I stood there, strong as a tree, yet fragile as a leaf
and I waited and waited for the rain to stop
and the sun to come out
oh, that blissful hope I yearned for so
but the roots of hope that were so deeply embedded into the ground
slowly began to part with their foundation
I drifted into the sky
as the branches of misfortune engulfed me
wrapping around my heart and capsizing my body, scratching my brown fragile being
incomplete,
Natasha George May 2015
Hold me, in your arms.
Rock me to sleep. Peaceful sleep.
Just hold me till dawn.
A haiku
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