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Amethyst May 2016
I call it my old house-- it stands in the woods with no electricity, and no water.
If you listen carefully enough, you can hear laughter still dancing down the hall
followed by the screaming and fighting.
Every time I go there I see visions of two young girls sledding down the big hill out front, or friends and past friends talking on the front porch illuminated in Christmas lights.
Still I sit in my old room where tapestrys and photographs once lined the walls.
The house where family once lived sits quiet.
And lonely.
The children don't play anymore and my mother doesn't fill the kitchen with scents of dinner and she no longer burns incense.
The flowers don't grow because they are dead.
The windows were left wide open and the beds stripped of their sheets, some of my old things are buried behind my closet door.... like skeletons.

No one will answer the door if you knock because no one is home.
NalaniRose May 2016
if you wish to be a warrior prepare to be broken.
if you wish to be a explorer prepare to get lost, and if you wish to be a lover prepare to be both.
to be a lover meaning you possess a feeling, a spell or desire.
that irresistible urge to be with someone.
that heavenly union, that destiny conspires.
to be a lover takes strength like a warrior. such as loving a person, even when they gave you a thousand reasons not to. to be a lover takes some exploring. a mere attachment, or infatuation. a bond or a yearning? getting lost on what loves really means.
to be a lover we sometimes seek what it means when all its about is, the intermingling of 2 souls, come together to form a whole. we look to deeply to decipher love to code the way in which the caged creature works,
we learn, get hurt, grow love, repeat.
to ever extract its true essence is tough...
Are you ready to be a lover?
Garret Dychiao Apr 2016
You once told me that you’ve always wanted to be an astronaut.
An explorer of the galaxy, an adventurer of the universe.
You said that there’s so much wonder and beauty
that the great beyond holds ;
That beyond our world was something
indescribable and phenomenal.
You told me that you wanted to be an astronaut
to see perfection beyond what’s within reach,
when all this time all you had to do was take a look at yourself.
Your wonderful and amazing self
that not even the entire universe could match.
Stop looking out and look in
because to me, you’re more stunning than any constellation.
Neon Robinson Apr 2016
An iridescent celestial being
Anarchic yet effervescent adolescent
Frolicking freely in the omnipresent forest,
Like a breeze through the leaves.
Barefoot & star gazing — native & trail blazing.
Like a clever, fearless fairy exploring the faraway night sky,
I am the fantastic bit of magic on an otherwise static planet.
Bewitched by wild wonderment;
Coloring my life with the chaos of pathos.
I am the captain of passion, & best little hippie
On the mountain — formed by a volcanic fountain
That caused a panic on our little oceanic planet.

Dancing in multidimensional secrecy,
Past an unattainable horizon
Is where you'll find me — on the Big Island in the sea.
It is a true treasures
With impeccable weather & such mystic characteristic,
It's almost unrealistic.

So forget your whimsey Hawaii five-O fantasy
Tear a hole right through the sky
Arise, & fly with me on a real odyssey
Across the mesmerizing island
Teeming with undreamed of creatures
& seemingly endless saffron sand beaches
few have ever been
up to the
Vermilion rainbow plateaus
& sacred volcano summits  
Amidst cascading honey suckled waterfalls
& streams of splendiferous wildflower meadows.

We can indulge in thousands of hues of bloom
Or retreat, once more to the oasis at the shore,
To stand hand in hand before the prevailing trends
Of a turning world; scattering brightness in the dark
Fledge millennium into an unadulterated oblivion.
Enveloping what is suspend in time
with a colour compass configurations
The universe, nearly legible expresses herself
Writing constellational scribe
elucidating galaxy.
mercurial,  venereal, martial, jovial,  saturnine, lunatic
krst Apr 2016
May I lay on your arm and let me rest?
And let my hand begins to touch your chest.
I feel your heart that is beating faster,
Don't be nervous, I will be your master.

Kissing your soft lips makes me line on track,
And I really love how you touch my back,
All your edges and your perfect curves,
Makes my soul alive, activates my nerves.

Tell me your secrets and I will tell mine,
And get to know each other's dimension,
Your body is a sign of a good merit.
Rip my skin and search for my cold spirit,

And my right hand starts to explore more,
Until I touched and hold the deepest core,
I look into your eyes and I felt something
**I am now a  complete human being.
kj Apr 2016
run around the world
and you get lost and dizzy.
wait for it to turn
and you become nothing but impatient.
fight the way it laughs
and you have every type of ending.
just be
and you have nothing but a story
Saloni mann Mar 2016
Do not discover yourself ,your abilities only because they want you to!
The society wants you to!
Explore yourself because you are precious!
Just the way you are!
You are a beautiful piece of art!
Explore yourself,if it makes you happy!
Explore yourself, if it helps you grow.
It is important for you!
Not for them.
In the end, people will talk about you ,you can't stop them!
All You can control is that that whether it is appreciation or hatred!
James Walker Mar 2016
The moon in the sky
    A feeling of fly
  The corona ever bright
This feeling oh-so-right
   The message would appeal
    If they would just get real
     Cuz my ambitions pouring
    I've got no time to ****
   The essence at my feet
  The pulling at my head
The provocations as I sleep
The pounding in my bed
  Life was good when I was lost though  
found I find it better
    Back to the old days when music was good and there was no need for the crimson sweater
   I try and try I must succeed
there is  no other choice
  I will be heard, I will be spoken,
power will be my voice
Business made, money conquered,   passions sliced, that won't suffice
  The breath of the dead are filled with ice
  The passion of the flame ain't nothin nice
Play....and get burned
I wrote this in 2010, my first poem
I love the way your
skin feels on my fingertips
when my hands explore.
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