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Kenshō Feb 1
the emerald albatross
totem of time
grows from the ground
it falls from the sky
over our heads it flies
but they tryna keep us down
all now seen as lies
im not a human
im going underground
running to a place
where i know ive found
where i can find my pace
and muffle out the sound
of sirens and cries and tv songs
im not like any of you
ill admit it
ive known this all along
rachel martin Nov 2019
Make me green again.
Like pine, emerald, envy
Paint me my color
Laokos Oct 2019
. . . and finally i
allow the sun to
set on another
failed love
affair

two years too
late ?  or maybe
right on
time . . .

my shell and my
spear - this heart
of mine in its
place of power
again ,
but changed

as an emerald bird
of thunder
frees the water
from its cell
in the
sky
hannah in summer Sep 2019
Eye contact
From across the cafeteria table
Maybe you were saying something
But now we don't speak
We just sit quietly
And we might as well be alone
In this room together
Your blue green eyes
Locked on mine
Until we look away
I'll just bathe in your smile
We have these little moments of eye contact that are just a little too long to be normal. I sincerely enjoy them.
MayC Aug 2019
I am sometimes angry,
sometimes sad
and at worst,
even afraid.
when I see everyone’s perfect lives,
ignoring their lies,
and their webs and
bewitching melodies,
gorgeous figures
and golden possessions.
I am not damaged by them,
or by their honey,
but by the idea
that I will never be enough,
not for me,
or my family,
or the society.
I am afraid that one time
she will finally catch me
with those long and sharp claws,
screaming, mocking voice
and slender but greedy figure.
but most of all
I’m afraid by her call
and her lies
and Jealousy’s mesmerizing
emerald eyes.


-May Colde
But I remember my own eyes, and my soul, stronger than even the sharpest diamond.
Planejane2 Jul 2019
I never felt so confident
More now  than ever
I never would have thought that I could endeavor
I was so sly and shy, but never knew I was a fox and so clever
You gave me the seeds. Now I want this to grow, now more than ever.

Is your favorite color green, cause so is mine
I can recall the day I made the decision
What a moment in time.

Green like buttercup. A tomboy, so fearless and tough.
Green like the money trees, Mother Earth just wasn’t enough. (read as if rapping)


But it’s yours, your the ruler, where’s your crown? When my mind tries to escape, you’re the one who holds me down.

You take me along on flights, while you do circles around everyone’s town. I try to make every place a home whenever, wherever, whatever we touchdown.  


... continue.
Her voice
is softer
than the
moon, her
countenance
is that of a
fragile
symphony,
soaring
in her violin
song,
she is the
paralian
who lies
upon the
shore
and lets
the emerald
become her
dress and hair,
In the night
ocean, she
hears the
vague
waves of
memories
moving as
light in the
revolving
lanterns of
her mind,
the rose of
time opens,
she recollects
of how she was
the hidden petals
of the library,
delicate in the
secrecy of her,
beyond the old
books, within
her eyes, where
he saw the layers
of her rose
unfold before
the pages
she turned,
it was magical,
he thought,
of how the
small things,
the sea flower
of her secret
garden,
was once
revealed
to none,  
realized
only by
the one
who saw
with the
heart,
the clouds
became
words
unsung
in the gentle
glass silk
caressing
her fair hands,
she mused
upon where
to begin and
end, as she,
the wanderer,
returned from
her dreams,
she closed
her eyes,
through
time,
jazz,
space
and
healing,
the loner
awakens
in the shore
and sails,
holding
the stars
In her coffee
& a vintage
camera,
and it
echoed
to her,
what she
once said
to her lover,
the gentle of
how they
floated as
petals
above the
lotus
ponds,
in the
touching
of hands
and the
secret
she held
in the rose,
I will invite
you to hear
it’s whisper,
“to love is to be
as the water,
to the silver
song, you
will return.”
Anastasia Jun 2019
Dew drops
Whispering to starlight
Secrets
Never told
A  small girl
With hair like fire
By a lake
With water like the night sky
Emerald frogs
Ruby roses
Crystal violets
And a pearl moon
All of this
Could be hers
But she just wants
To make friends with the fireflies
Enjoy <3
keneth May 2019
if your eyes are no ocean
why do they look blue
and i'm willing to dive in
to grasp what's inside you

a treasure buried in your mind;
ten thousand emerald pools
hundreds of castles standing tall
a kingdom in your soul

i'll drown if i have to
to sink into your heart
if i die then i'll tell you
dying's never been more fun
all i need is you, you're all i need to breathe / 2
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