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Janal Rajput Nov 2019
Where the sea kisses the land,
And Luna and Sole coincide,
Between them is a fine, fine, line,
They walk both sides of it,
Love and Hope,
In pure gold dance in diamonds and step in sunshine,
Love holds his hand showing a world to behold,
Their ambiance intoxic worth dying for it,
He could waste his youth forever,
Chasing kites, he finds no better time,
Lets them rub his back, grow in his spine,
Dancing to his own beat, two left feet,
Hope covers his eyes in the heat,

He looks back into the divide,
Where the sea kisses the land,
And Luna and Sole coincide,
There it is again, caressing his chest,
That feeling- it flows like the wind,
He sees Love elegantly dressed alone,
By the cliff-side, wanting to meet the high-tide,
Something broke, and he wanted home,
Chasing Love he screamed and wailed,
Begged her stop, she seemed so very far,
He couldn't stop her despite how he tried,
He couldn't believe it, is it true;
That some feelings can travel too?
So he watched Love meet the sea,
A silver bullet piercing the murky blue,
A shred of light glimmers in depravity,
Prayed for salvation or divine retribution,
For someone to find his center of gravity,
Maybe in the murky blue he'll find absolution,
Maybe in depravity there is the solution,
Maybe amongst the pollution and the convolution there is revolution.
Megan Edwards Feb 2019
At night the voices die.
Each small creek,
Each small cry.
Each small dance, each small turn
My heart begins to burn.

The silence is loud,
It echos. The echos bound.
I turn to see my lifeless self,
I turn to see my selfless life.
As I cry.
I cry about how I became mine.

There are people to help,
I swear there are,
But for now I have to sit.
Sit and wait.
Wait for life to prevail.
Wait to start my tale...
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
I feel my self pull apart.
Rationality turns into darkness,
As I go on my searches.

One for sense. One for pain.
As the stars disappear
I give up on hope.

Look into the mirror. I see pain.
Look into my reflection,
I seek help.

Help which isn't there,
But I need.
For waiting and wandering shall never help.
As at least I'm alone.

No one can find me now.
This poem is abit out of my comfort zone, but I would love to know what you guys think! And how I could possibly improve.
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
Today I sit in sorrow.
Like the crow I sit and watch;
I wait for the next days tommorow,
Waiting, waiting and waiting to be taught.

Why should I live?
I ask myself again.
I live life like I have nobody with.
I cry silently, cry like the wren.
Each tiny cry,
I feel more alive.

All I want is someone who cares,
A Husband a friend?
But now I sit in my lonely lair
Waiting for someone to tend.

But for now I sit alone,
In my thoughts at last alone.
Soon I'll be alone for good
But till then I've got to pretend I'm all good.
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
Forever lost within a world of pain,
Wandering, waiting for the fire to end.
Saturn has protected him well.
All I have is death. Death is my place.

He guards it well, through the day and night.
Enter through the fire, Enter through the pain.
Hold my breath
For I shall breathe fire.

I shall find him, far and wide.
Through hells gates, through all the pain.
Each small step, the closer I come.
As I travel, through heavens gates.
Danielle May 2018
Eat my bones.
Shred my skin.
A few lessons are learned within.
Cuts and corridors,
failing and falling,
laughing at it all, at last.
Please the pain.
Please, the pain.
No matter the gain.
Minutes on the screens
enveloped in my dreams.
Word is new,
ending too soon.
Beginnings forget
to remember it all too.
End it to start a new.
New is just another lie too.
Travel the clock,
afraid of time,
remember to hold back,
trying not to cry.
At arms length an open book,
feel the ink drip down my throat.
No matter the difference,
deserve the change,
Paint chips collecting lead,
a lie as you hold that pencil near your head.
Language speaks,
lacks remorse,
changes our memories,
changes the course.
Not straight or narrow,
but forward on.
Follow me on
into this storm.
Michael Leggett Mar 2018
Colder is the air now that the sun has receded behind clouds of despair and feelings not needed.
Filtering floods of salt covered droplets fill my emptiness exasperated I plead to stop this.
Noises they are screaming, Pleading and reeling never receding but always kneeling.
Praying and hoping for the day to be sowing the seeds of my emotions in the sun once again.
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated as it would advance my writing allowing me to progress. Thankyou.
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