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Forrest Treelore Jul 2016
Eyes crack open with the searing of the darkened sky,
Awaiting the auspicious oncoming day,
Rousing one to feel sanguine with an air of optimism,
Of high hopes and opportunity which close by lay.

Yet with the batting of a wing habitual acts many commence,
Clad in suits mechanically running to and fro,
Aimlessly passing the hours conversing of futile matters,
While falling prisoner to palm sized masters which glow.

To where had gone the early dawn's inspiration,
Of a day utilized past its extent,
Filled with achievements lofty and worthy of pursuing,
Leaving one feeling elated and content?

Anguished with musings of regret and melancholy,
As night comes and with a quilt they wrap,
Earnestly vowing to treasure and wisely use their finite time,
Waking to foolishly fall anew into their own trap.
Copyrighted to the writer.
Silverflame May 2016
Her hazel eyes tell me secrets that
I have never heard of before.
And she don't have to worry about them,
because now I only want more.
I want to learn more about her, about the
person that lies beneath the firm ground.
About the person that will not let anybody
see her tears and instead let herself drown.

She is as mysterious to me as the girl
who forgot her glass slipper on the stairs.
And I can insure her, no one has occupied
my mind as she has, no one compares.
And when I finally tracked her down
and faced her with nowhere to hide.
She all of a sudden just gave up on running away,
and I made our fates collide.

I could see she started to realize how curious I
was and how much I wanted to get closer.
Sadly, I was not aware I trapped her in a corner;
I must have looked like a merciless bulldozer.
Somehow, she put all of her fears away and
prepared herself for an unexpected battle.
A battle I did not know she was fighting because to me,
I only saw an interesting person unravel.

As time passed by, I came to know her a lot better,
every day she showed me something new.
She took me by my hand and showed me another world.
She showed me her different point of view.
She could endure every pain that came in her way,
even walk through an eternal winter storm.
That did not surprise me when I found out she was
born under a steady sign such as the Capricorn.

But then a day, it all suddenly became clear:  
She was tomorrow and I was today.
We both came to realize we were too different
and eventually she went a separate way.
And I look at the sky that used to be a pretty
shade of blue but now is a gloomy grey.
My heart still aches when I think about her
and I still occasionally pray.

Pray that our paths will meet one more time
and perhaps we could begin again.
But I doubt she wishes for the same thing as I do, and
there is probably no difference between now and then.
And as the lifespan of a flower, our love was ephemeral,
I was happy it happened but I still can't move on.
I finally came to realize she was the sunlight;
and now the sun is gone.
Inspired by a good friend who recently told me a bittersweet story.
Bryan Amerila Apr 2016
Night hangs slowly
As ephemeral glances
Drop by lovers,
Strangers past

Past lovers,
Drop glances, night
Hangs, ephemeral

Ephemeral, night
Lovers, strangers, we are

But strangers, lovers, then.
April 08, 2016
Saksham Garg Apr 2016
Tick a hundred places,
You wanna be..
Mark one too many people,
To prove wrong..
Note down each rule,
You wanna break free..
Have so many dreams,
You wanna see, come alive..
..that even depression can't inspire suicide..
..and instead, find pleasure in offending life.
pushed too far
can't back down
awake at your own dawn
avenge your slow death
enjoy the irony
Macy Opsima Apr 2016
Does it really matter? Because time becomes ephemeral when you're spending it with romance. The way his fingers latched with mine was gone the minute he saw his friends. What is more important is the memories and the thought that you've lived long enough for you to meet him. What matters is the thought of him coming in as oxygen, intoxicating your system even though he left immediately as carbon dioxide, someone you don't recognize.
this doesnt make sense
Aggravation rose and continues to rise,
Twitching perpetually, bruised egos and thighs,
"Fascinate me", she seems to say with her eyes,
"One and the same", a renewed grip replies.

Held and withholding, the harsh truth? She lies.
A perfect unfolding of imperfect cries,
Dissolve us, resolve thus, the long night implies,
Enjoy every moment, she belongs to the skies.
A study of fleeting romance.
Ironatmosphere Nov 2015
If I could
I would catch happiness
And save it in a jar
o Oct 2015
Five years is an awfully short time to spend with someone you thought was a part of your stomach -
the skin in your throat, the folds of your kneecaps
You couldn't imagine shaking them from your fingertips,
not in a million lifetimes

But instead, it only took one;
not as brief as a mayfly but as not as long as a bird soars
If you ask me, we were cut down too soon but hung on too long -
I'd have kept hanging, too,
if only the branch weren't gone.
6/18/2015. This was a long time ago. I started doing this thing over the summer where I tried to write poems based off the GRE words I was trying to study. I didn't keep up with it too well, but it's a fun exercise nonetheless.
Ralph Albors Sep 2015
You with the draw-well eyes,
and gold ingots for hair,
with Silence as your name,
and catapults for legs;
I shall learn your name today,
I shall forget your face today.

Your draw-wells' potable water
will flow down your cheeks,
and your hair's gold will devalue,
and your mouth's silence will speak,
and your legs' wood will break;
nothing but your name shall remain.
You whose beauty shall fade.
    June 30th
Chloe M Teng Apr 2015
It was an ephemeral moment
As stars swam gently above the still dark ocean
the night kisses the water in everlasting ripples
in mellifluous voices of whisper & echoes

It was an ephemeral moment
As the beautiful aurora ruled over time
She wore silks of scarlet, red & blue linen
that painted across the mountains & skies

It was an ephemeral moment
where shadows dance around the crackled bonfire
as natives tell of legends untold
within the midnight of dark and cold

It still is an ephemeral moment
if you believe them to be
the world is made just of defining moments
scraps and shattered reflections of you and me
Ephemeral: lasting for a very short time.
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