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Clindballe Sep 2014
The sun rises as the moon goes down.
Never do they meet.
They always run away
from one another.
Until that perfect moment
where they eclipse
and become as one.
Though it is only temporary
they keep chasing
till they get their infinity
where two become one.

*I hope we'll meet like an eclipse
Written: September 24. - 2014
Anastasia Webb Aug 2014
pretty little sticky thing caught my tongue
and I think it’s time to come clean
and wipe down my benches
with fake lime liquid particles
and faded yellow cloths.

twisted the blue plastic out of my teeth,
wiped the mustard from my lips
(was laid on too thickly anyway)
popped the fishscales out from my eyes,
smiled.

let the rose water run thick and hot
in the bathtub, let in flow in and out
of all my cavities, like it and I were
almost one
(I’m already so much rose water
anyway),
opened my flabby mouth and swallowed.

pretty little green thing got stuck in my tongue.
time to come clean.
oh dear. need an early night.
A Amanda So Jul 2014
"Some people are meant to fall in love

with each other, but not meant to be together,"

they said.



And I started to think about

the sun,

and the moon

as the lovers who

rarely meet,

always chase,

and almost always

miss one another.



Each morning

the moon sinks

into the horizon

only for

the shimmering gold disk

to be able to

rose slowly

through the valley,

casting sunbeams

in every directions

while it illuminated

the small town

and began to

warm up

my pale skin.



And by the time

the sun was setting,

the sky was painted

an array of

pink,

orange,

and yellow,

the clouds held

the promise of

a calm, peaceful night

as the pale moonlight

began to show.



The moon loves the sun

so much that

it died every morning

to let the sun

breathe,

as well as

the sun loves the moon

so much that

it died every night

to let the moon

breathe.



But once in a while,

they do catch up,

and they kiss,

while the whole world

stares in awe

of their

eclipse.
Lianette Reyes Jul 2014
You bring me joy, and it's unnerving.
Knowing that it does not rest in your hands, but it is your hands
in mine, and knowing we are seperate beings
coming together, like an eclipse,
for a short time.
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