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Rebecca Wolohan Jun 2015
When my mother told me that opposites attract
I had not considered
the constant buzz of my brain
and the calm drifting of the clouds.
The sweet blackberry juice
I lick off my hand
and the pain of the scratches on my wrist.
My breath turning into something visible
as I sit upon this cliff
overlooking the vicious waves and
the all encompassing fog.
Rain becoming one with the bay
and the chaos of rabbits and deer and people
searching for shelter.
My mother leaving town
and my father standing on the porch
wondering if he should follow her.
SøułSurvivør May 2015
fog
10W

brain fog descends
a mercy

for i am
completely

*
OVERWHELMED
I'm in this state for good and
not so good reasons

The later being that I am
going through trials at
every level of my humanity

I WAS going to write about it.
But this would only serve
to *** YOU out and
in the final analysis would not
really help me either.

The GOOD NEWS is
that you have helped me already.

Your wonderful support of
my last write
"The company of writers..."
has really lifted my spirit.
I can push onward.
And has inspired me to return
to the God I had abandoned
for a while due to anger.

ALL THIS IS NOT GOD'S FAULT.

If you are also in a great trial
please be assured of this.
Take it from one who
KNOWS

Sometimes He uses circumstances
to bring us to our
KNEES
and that is what He has
done for me

Don't be surprised if I am
off site for a while.

I have to be deep in
PRAYER

Then hopefully the fog will lift
revealing the answers
I so despair for.

All prayers and good thoughts
will be gratefully recieved!

---
Dreams of Sepia May 2015
Fog
In this silence
blindness permeates
Leaves dance unnoticed, whirling
dodging death cars swirl
a child slips soundlessly
to the echo of nowhere
hands lose each other
seagulls do not fly needlessly
washing hangs still on a line
an old couple
small & slight
& bent double
feel their old way to one another
as if searching for gold
Prana Moonshine May 2015
Who is the carrier of the mist?
Who is the harbinger of justice?

I wonder how many sweet reeds
There are that blow in the wind?

The fog, dividing the big square.
The mist, forming a circle.

An encircling protection.
The night has its shades.

We have seen the good mist
Positively rolling along the open field
Towards us
We who make the camaraderie.
“Oh, now that’s a good mist”.

The mist, the fog. Wet dew
Of sustenance
With hope, I bow to you.
Tom McCubbin May 2015
I live to eye that low
swing of the sun.
How to live is in
capturing each
glad sinking of the day fire.

Cloudy, orange glint,
then fading and lost
in night's long fear.

Perhaps I fear the long
darkness and want to be
present for the beginning
of the last time it occurs.

I miss many fine hours,
choosing worthless hours
for gazing at the stunning
blast of light, even when
the end of land is painted
bleakly gray, and my
friends behind my back say:

"He went to the
edge of glory
on such a dismal,
fog-filled afternoon".
i can't stop thinking about the feel of your fingers on my ribs tonight
i wonder if you felt my heart beat faster
i wonder if you know what you do to me
what once swirled around in simple thought became complicated reality
unclear dreams made for foggy awakening
your warm body under my arm blurs all vision of the past and present
does this make me sick?
SwiftDreamer Mar 2015
I walk the path of my desires while learning how to walk.
I am ambitiously scared of the unknown; Yet, I leave my trust in it.
Echos behind me speak of failure, but I have no desire to listen
Until I realize what they really meant , beware of it
Some might leave it at that, But I can't treat this like a dog
The answer to life's riddle: *failure is success in fog
My first poem I made for this site. I haven't written one in a while, but i want to start writing everyday again so I want to stick to writing one everyday. I'm just pretty bad at sticking to things before it becomes a habit lol. I hope I can stick to making more.
Vic Kenney Mar 2015
Fog
I've always loved fog

How it makes everything around it
seem like it's holding some dark secret
and like it's different from how it usually is.

Fog brings out another side of everything.

It brings out the darkness and mysteriousness of it all.
And I love it.
Tuesday Pixie Mar 2015
The fog is thick tonight
The fog is thick tonight
The fog is thick tonight

I'm on a different plane
Over a crystal blue sea
- yours is murky green
Yet I know you see diamonds

I died. Back then.
Amidst the chaos.
But I was reborn.

A true self?
Is this what was beneath the rubble?
And now am I a husk?
Or is it that I've been irreparably altered?

There's no knowing - but the fog is thick tonight
And there's some dust in your eye
Concern? Discomfort? Lack of recognition?

I won't burden you much longer
This tiny window you have glimpsed-
You will never revisit.
Oh if only your mind had of melted
Flowed forth and brought me that speck:
Just for the knowing of it.

Perhaps I'm too sincere.
Does it bore you?

God. I need to sleep.
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