bullfrogs and crickets
drinking straight
from hot spigots
a lot of rock skipping
a little skinny dipping
your humming
my strumming
owl calls as night falls
rushed love in
barn stalls
castles and temples
showing your
cobwebs and
hay stacks
on our backs
where did you
and our
moon go
those early
my mind can't
forget what
my heart still


Love for a season is better than no love at all.
Candice 5d

As my eyes saw you how you                
walked out the door
           My heart shivers and my eyes with tears are started to fall
             You did'nt say anything even when I wanted everytime you leave is a glance ;
             Glance, weherein as you walked out it tells me that you're willing to stay with me no matter what

C old & cool
A iry & abuzz
N atural & noble
A ppetizing & appealing
D angerous & dandy
A muck & AWESOME

We went to Canada so, I thought I would make this fun acrostic to describe what is was like.

A kite's distress call,
starved and thirsty,there she falls,
sun, calling shots.

Just in case this all falls through
And one of us can or cannot be
Exactly who we wish to be
Would you remember me as I am right now?
And I'll remember you like this
As the girl of dreams
Mixed with the memory of what could've been

Sometimes... These things just crop up. No clue where they come from.

Falls colors looking
that the trees and
seeing the falls colors
some are yellow
and some are red
Falls colors looking
that the trees and
seeing the falls colors
some are yellow and
some are red seeing
the falls colors is so
peaceful I love seeing
the falls colors fall is
one of my fav season.
©Amanda Kay Hill

Sethnicity Nov 2016

White light blowing away my black stains Pure in sight through window pains

Sorrows woven from my brains share this pleasure between fabric rains

Lines that line our manes white sheets draping, like waterfalls, breaking

Breath taking  with all this clarity my ties remain unshaken

While the white washed world beams me down vacant.

Visually stimulated, Beat sequence motivated. ( A Series of insights)
The metaphor here is capturing an epiphany while  enduring the darkest of storms.
Crimsyy Oct 2016

How do I milk these thoughts?
I extract them from her skull,
I turn off the colour switch
so she won't want to exist in this dull...
I scream inside her
and she fights me,
endlessly, tiredlessly,
She's trying all the solutions in the book
but without a grain of confidence,
she's a fishing line with no hook,
sinking into my kind of
state of mind for eternity,
penetrating my inner walls,
she knows my name as she falls,
She has become me.

Love (if I'm capable of that),

Ashes to Ashley Sep 2016

This flower didn't belong to me! Why did he belong to me?

Sean Scribbles Jul 2016

Robbed from my throat,
These thoughts of you.
Pulled apart like spider legs,
Only the frame remains,
A body be it black and blue.

Tired and worn,
Of being reborn.
Will we be soon?
The dusk and the dawn,
Of each new moon.  

Arise and fall,
Like the trembling falls.
But beneath these still waters,
Is where our time,
Will begin anew.

In the darkest night,
All the billions of lights,
Call out to you.
Like the shimmering stars,
To kiss away the black and blue.

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