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Hannah Beth Apr 2015
I want to float,
yet moreso than floating I want to fade
into the blackness of the universe beyond earth and
all there is to roam in its folds, to fly beneath and above the
stars that shine against blankets of navy that
swallow them all up come sunrise

And waking up ignites such horror and moreso
than anything in those foggy minutes
between sleep and wakefulness is
the fatigue that sparks my everlasting
longing to jet off among the galaxies and
to ****** well live there til our time ends --

Never to return --

for it is far better out there where it is so close to untouched,
than here,
smothered,
in this false darkness following sleep.
a drip drop drabble of messy thoughts concerning my worrying inability to wake up these days
Snigdha Banerjee Apr 2015
Joy is walking in the soft morning mist
looking for the sun ;
Joy is seeing love in the eyes of the one you care for ;
Joy is in watching the giggling child ;
Joy is in the knowledge gained by opening your mind ;
Joy is in chatting with the wind ;
Joy is in wearing an old sweater which once belonged to him ;
Joy is in finding happiness when everything is not right ;
Joy in in the star shining so bright ;
Joy is in forgetting stress ;
Joy is in coming out of mess;
Joy is in living ;
Joy is in dying ;
Joy is in the peaks of mighty mountains ;
Joy is in the echos of rain ;
Joy is running in all my veins;
Joy is all this & much more
Joy is a thing to explore
If I ever find words to describe joy
I have always hoped
It would turn out to be Me  !!!
After all these years; I still explore my mind for Joy !
Your veins are a map
that I will always
want to explore

Close my eyes
and guide my fingertips
To a destined spot
We, as humans, were placed on this earth to become a high power. We were created to express the meaning of 'Unique' and 'Different' - yet in this day and age we are judged so harshly on merely the way we dress or talk. Humanity is destroying Humanity; we are creating a world full of breathing corpses who have no sense of joy for life anymore. Why do we continue to live this way? Life is not meant to be tortuous; instead of feeling trapped and judged, we should feel FREE and explore as many parts of the Earth as we can before our time here is over. Exploration of the world is the key to freedom, the key to the true feeling of being a human being. Living is a privilege, we need to value this token of gratitude from The Higher Power; whoever that truly may be.
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2015
You keep looking for yourself,
because you want so badly to see the 'real' you
so you look at quotes,
you experiment with lifestyles,
you question what you could be,
you look in a mirror but feel lied to,
then you hit a certain age and feel struck,
it's all between laughable and sad,
you notice the person behind every line of lipstain,
every cloak of cashmere,
and every bud on a cig,
you had this little speck of originality that no one understands.
Through all the time you spent trying to find yourself,
you were you,
it was just so hard to comprehend.
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Information is the key to success
So I traveled with my fellows to explore the world
Step by step they have gone towards unknown worlds
Step by step I had been walking
I had been walking through the dark and deep forests
I had been walking by the strange creatures
I had been observing beyond the east and west
I had been observing beyond the height of skies
I had been observing deep down the earth
I didn't ignore the galaxies
I didn't ignore the micro organisms
I was not fed up of the use of telescope
I was not fed up of having the taste of new and old eatables
At last I have explored a new world and
I have known one thing that I don’t know any thing
As everywhere You and I've find You!
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Shannon Mar 2015
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I am angry in the way that
bubbles in champagne
rocket towards air.
I am pretty-
in that beige and golden way.
That heat paints my face,
Scolds my cheeks-
like an iron to the crispest collar
of a well-dressed man.
And I am virile in the hot.
Lovely reds and pinks and
eyes that catch-
LaCross nets that
will not meet your gaze
lest you see the squall
I work so hard to hide.
I am breathless with my rage,
and oh, so beautiful! Finally.
In my pain,
I am dry and fragile
brittle leaves crunching underfoot,
the salt left careless by the sea.
Nothing grows in me-
nothing grows in me.
I am dead sea
and beauty floats boastful where
love cannot swim.
For I carry this grief
in the way a river stone
bears the weight of the rushing water.
The lovely
and the ruthless.
The heinous
and the clean....
the very worst of me
is the prettiest to see...
Naked before the judges table
I have no shame.
"Such a pity", they'll say.
"Such a beautiful girl,
all that anger in such a beautiful girl."

Sahn
3/24/15
anger is hard to explore in oneself. it's hard to objective. i believe pure anger can create it's own light which has a certain loveliness. thank you for sharing my work.
Coleen Jade Mar 2015
If I had the power to let the universe know that I love you,
I’d whisper in your ear, because you are every star,
every comet, every constellation, every asteroid,
every halo on the planets, every moon,
and every galaxy that makes up the entire world.
You are my universe. And I am willing to explore
each and every part of you.
I love you to the moon and back. <3
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