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Burning against rays of cool winds
Which sound like aeroplanes
Darting across the blue sky
As soft music flickers candles
Inside dim room lit by a chandelier
Which swings high and shines
Crowning those below with a feeling
That the shadows which were cast
Had no reason to cause any fright
Simply because the jewels which shone
And the pearls which dangled overhead
Were not something to fear or banish
Simply something to cherish at moonlight
As the seaplanes dived through the firmament
Neptune made an eerie sound of silence
Leaping into the puddle which reflected
Having found the courage for something beautiful
When the sky is blue and the lights are on
Made your way up and made a splash
Isaac Carden Apr 2
I feel nothing,
And it's not scary.
I feel my body
But not my heart.

There's nothing
Weighing on me.
The burden's light.
No thoughts race by.

I ignore my mind.
I zone out to find
My sanity's back.
It's all I have.
Lilith Feb 12
Why do I do this?
Write down my thoughts
Will you ever see this?
And know they are of you
The selfish part of me hopes you do
The restless part of me wants you to
Our conversations can be chaos
Pleasant sounding yet world crushing
But our written words can be heard
You've told me things I can't unhear
I've admitted all my biggest fears
How can you pretend to be amiss?
No one else has ever fit like this
I hope you know how much you've meant to me. I'm a different person now and I have to admit it's partially because of you, our conversations and the easy feeling I got with you. I want that. Happiness. With you, if possible.
ZACK GRAM Feb 3
A poem is not a poem without a writer
Sight is not seeing without vision
Life is not a life without a soul
Heart is not love without faith

No matter your situation
Its not about the worth
But the bone behind it

So remember without sacrifice and struggle

Dreams may never come to fruition
Make smart choices
Consider the outcome
Simply be yourself
Build a positive position

Never look back
Today is here for a new tomorrow
Poetry
Heidi Franke Feb 2
Fate slips
As a fallen horse's
  hoof
To prove there
Is a yonder, unwritten
Which we can not
   write
With our fingerless hands
Stumbling through life
Gripping guideless
    reigns
Tripping over a wish
Never to be ours
Fate did never
     find
Read each line slow. Think. Evolve.
Love will write poems,
Long cold fall, poet days.
Remember publisher?
Find things, turn music,
Work years, empty morning, keep winter Christmas light(s).
Poets' song told,
Tonight, bed black walk(s) poetry.
Sea winds missing,
Men hurt, dark hold, coming hand(s).
Someday stopped walking, "Friends mind Mexico,"
Listen, staring, wonder, wait.
Silent waves, "Guess sad friend," asked Boy,
"Sand Lake."
"Save ocean sing?"
"Sing, slip, wishing diamonds shine! Silver Green tells, "Care   forever, pretty face."
Alas wind fingers,
Salty message!
Memories spite,
"Learn, Angel, young children fade."

Single sentences happen.
A new story, made of words I already said.
Isaac Carden Dec 2024
A falling tree makes a sound when no one is around.

Tears that flow without a tender shoulder to fall on

Are unseen, but pain is real even if it's drowned out.

I hope you find a soul who cares; They can be found.
Isaac Carden Oct 2024
As I was laying down,
Someone covered my eyes.
Next, they held my hands.
I felt us floating up.

Carried far from where I lay,
I woke up at a different place - a small
Apartment where she stays.

Her diamond skin
Stole my gaze
As did the tears
She wept.

She was beautiful.
Her hair was blond,
As bright as the stars.
But memories fade.
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
I don't know how else to say it
And you don't care enough to lie
Like an over explained comedy bit
Where the attention has run dry
You hiss
I spit
We both bit
Always right about to get
Into an eye for an eye
Where we'll both find
It's far harder
To point a finger
While we're both blind
Though we'll both try

©2024
Sophie Jul 2024
The depth of his heart,
like a book shrouded in
mysticism,
wonder,
anticipation.
I flip through the pages,
until my eyes grow tired,
and my hand aches.  
The end nowhere in sight.
Whenever I almost put the book down,
I get a tiny insight into his heart.
Playing me like a fool into
short-term satisfaction,
and long-term despair.
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