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Merlie T Mar 2020
A dozen halos surround my eyes
as I gaze upon the way
November sun bathes
concrete and grass
From the south it shines
upon my face
Comforted by the chilled
wind of Autum
Pointed green needles
of Evergreen trees
dance to the bustle
the window blows
I long to bustle with the trees with the wind
I hear chords playing
a kind of tune
with which the human spirit is illuminated from the core,
bathed in sunlight
like concrete and grass
Oh, what a gift to be...
Gabriel burnS Mar 2020
They say that scale can break the laws of science
A crime so high in magnitude
Yet they cannot police
This bully that reality turns out to be

We met by means of tunneling improbabilities
The kiss of a miracle
Punishing the God complex
Of the self-righteous
Because the real laws, unknowable,
Dwell in realms higher than dogmatic notion
Whose knowledge is the surface of an ocean

Hence judgement cannot be
Wrought by the swimmers
And their fear of mortality
That guides them through the waves
And so their laws are the transgression

And We
Are the justice of the storm
...might be a quantum phenomenon...

It's funny to me when I hear scientists say that in a situation, such as "at the quantum level, particles act so bizarrely their behaviour breaks the laws of science."
No, it doesn't. It doesn't break any universal laws, just the current knowledge on how everything works; it just means we don't know enough yet, apparently. Don't make it sound so arrogant, as if we know the most important things, and reality dares disobey our extraordinarily accurate perception of things. Just accept it's probably not enough currently.
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
Who will quarantine the clouds?

Or close down the snow?

Who will prevent the rain
from assembling?

Or tell the wind to breath
through a mask?
Olivia Henkel Jan 2020
I desire growth
yet stick myself into mud
just to feel grounded
Light Jan 2020
The melodic jingle is a violent reminder
that I am not where I am supposed to be.

The cacophony haunts the cul-de-sac;
whispering, whimpering, "you're temporary."

They signal a force that we can not see,
a warning we dismiss as background beauty.

I worry when they chime too loud,
that they may break -
fractured shards scatter across miles.

I worry in their silence,
that they may forget to warn me
that fragile frames fall down quickly.

But in their absence or their presence,
the persistent winds remain.

So it doesn't make a difference.
If I float away, I float away.
Alex L-C Dec 2019
They were like fire.
Warm and comforting, yet dangerous and destructive.
The first lured me in with warmth I've never felt.
But as they say, "You play with fire, you get burned."
I got scorched instead.
The last, she was flickering, dying out. So I brought her back to life.
She warmed up and comforted me well.
Sadly she still flickered every once in a while.
But I turned back to the constant warmth of my true home.
I got scorched yet again, but the injury still hurts...


               I should've brought her in...
nosipho khanyile Dec 2019
I remember sitting alone in a park.
My shoulders arced, I felt no peace.

The air was humid,
Clouds were gray.
I thought
at least the rain would put me at ease.

I whispered a short prayer-
the kind that was rushed and abrupt.

Then I asked God what mankind is that He was so mindful of us.

Sacrosanct- something that is considered to be too important to change or question.

Then the leaves belonging to the trees surrounding me all bumped one another
Whispering back in a christened voice

and suddenly

humanity became sacrosanct.

He heard me.
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