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Astraea Aug 2016
Creeping feeling of dread
Crawling its way up my spine
Tears uncontrollable
The dam of my eyes broken down
Time is of the essence
Time is key
Every chance I get I seize
To roll a dice against time
My control wavers
Badly needed
So desperately craving
A raw hollowness inside
I chance another gamble
Time slips my grasp
I withdraw my bet
Let's not push my luck
I plead silently with time
To give me what I want
I need this time
DaSH the Hopeful Jul 2016
My artistic tendencies have been asleep
Wake me up
Confetti coming when the cake is cut
Make sure to rake it up
Taking puffs to feel the same only made my visions change
Still mixing liquor, rain and other liquids To **** the pain
Plain paper bag with the key to life inside it
Problem being I only conceptualize it when Im high
Trip and fall and lose altitude
The earth is coming fast
I'm bout to hit rock bottom still praying my high will last
CastorPolydeuces Jul 2016
I have this vague vision of tangerines bleeding
into blue green skies.
Or maybe cat puke melding with the emerald
carpet beneath my feet.
Some sort of merging, colors, textures, clear and
pristine but elusive.
I have no idea what I'm going on about but I
know it is important.
College has broken me.
Pauline Morris May 2016
Lost in a world of cruel misfortune
I'm just another ***** orphan
Searching for that elusive love
That will raise me far above
This pitiful life in which I dwell
A regular modern living hell
Planted in front of the tv at night
Tears sliding down my checks in the flickering light
Dreaming that in the light of day
A gentle heart my way, will sway
Take my hand, lead me to the stars
As he kisses every single scar
But for now I'm just a lonely orphan
Wallowing in love's misfortune
~
Slow Streams, Heavy
Can't drag
Bush, dead rotten roots
Broke out at the end of

Black Clouds violent air
Wants to take the lead at advancing
Dancing up the Stoic waves
In the Songs of end evening

Floating Nyctanthes of morning
In the intangible afternoon want to be lost
Find for whom broken heart
Behind returned to

Songs of time
Untimely rainy day, huff
With it, you have to compose verses
It's worth, words of divine

I just wait for the time of your
Take it to Search within any forms
Remaining is not a romantic anticipation
No, not even in the rainy Song

Come with the dusts of wind
Ah! that grew an immortal Span of Pilgrimage
Drops with Drops made love
Come out of the way during the wild chariot

Oh, Going back to !
Slowly goes with the dreams
In the rhythms of falls, rhymes of poetry
Elusive in the Songs of end evening
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Spenser Bennett Mar 2016
I can't find focus
Lost and a little hopeless
Blurred moon sits quiet
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
Lost and alone
I can do nothing more than roam
Looking for that illusive place to call home
Where I'm welcome with warm open arms
Tucked away from any harm
But that's a place of fiction, of fantasy
That glorious dream will never become reality
I know how the cards are stacked for me
Always a breath away from catastrophe
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
I'm looking for something, I'm afraid don't exist
I'm looking for something, I hope I've just missed
I'm looking for something, in the foggy mist

It's a forgotten hue, of a color so bright
It's a forgotten feeling, of being so light
It's a forgotten treasure, I should've held tight

It bounced off the rainbow
It bounced and it flowed
It bounced right into the great unknown

I'm still here calling
I'm still here falling
I'm still here bawling

I'm afraid I'll never find it again
I'm afraid I'll never win
I'm afraid I'll never taste it on the wind

I will seek it out, till my dying day
I will seek it out, I'll hunt every which way
I will seek it out, if I find it I'll make it stay
~~
Then it became a blue afternoon
while came to evening
They were the realities of her farewell
Glowed in the dark blue,
what an abstract shadow cast!
Floating Autumn Clouds,
away the red hibiscus grew gray
heard a vague weird tune

Then one morning
Along with a purple flower
red hibiscus saw inset
and the dark chorus of a clay oven
covered her face
away in the loft several gourd hanging
walking,
walking down the way
at the end,
stood beneath a banyan tree

Doors opened in the silence
southern wind followed
to move in the room
randomized the bed cover,
poetry books,
morning news paper
while closed the door
opened the northern windows

The tireless long night
while I left the room,
wandering as the lonely clouds
went through the garden
where the sky came down
wanted to say life
walked on foot
A long sleepless night
saw the stars fairs
heard a vague weird tune

At that April's night,
Caught the sight of
dry dropping leaves
The smell of gardenia
to bring me the new ideas
of poetry
touched the sky
wandering on a raft of clouds
filled with
see you decided to

Then it all went down together
in the dark with blue
anyhow a golden sun bought
a yellow day
and all the red flamboyant trees
singing
while standing beside
the two sides of the road
with the wind in breath,
my dying

And instead of go with them
mingled the ways of life is changed
when the ways rolled along a curve
One January morning's mist
coming off the sun on the dew
I liked to walk barefoot
in the soft sun
with a woolen blanket covering

At noon,
the river flowing
with streaming sound
took flock a small Sampan
toward upstream
uprising mind grew cool
with stream
Today is just going to get lost
beyond the horizon
Feel to see back,
Slowly known nature
grew small with time,
after some times
shadows mingled
with a dark space

While came the night
Footprints remain in the dust
of shadows
after millions of years
to become fossils
In the mind and
In the deep heart of
the Milky Way

Her fade face is still
to come and go
Over time,
in terms of conservation
of energy
Again when I opened the window
At a long sleepless night
Saw the stars fairs
Heard a vague weird tune
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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Dawn of Lighten Dec 2015
Shimmered ray exuberance perpetuate,
And those eyes, your majestic eyes silenced all like void of space.

Not even whimper, nor whisper seem to unseize,
Like ultra violet sound traveled in speed of light.

Like a nightingale all sense disperse by her voice,
And all essence halt in a vortex of your pupil.
They say eyes are the gateway to people's soul,
And within it, people can connect metaphysically!
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