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Justin Koellner Jan 2016
An abundance of time,

At your disposal.

Experiencing creation, witnessing

A festering fiend, fawning

Over your cessation.

Struck by lone rays you

Continue,
           drifting off into space.
Nicola Lou Jan 2016
Lead us down to the woods where we
will absorb into the wild
nettle stings and muddied things
we'll find a cave where we'll retire.

Lead us down to the woods where we
can escape the monotony
immortal beings and furry things
we'll forget who we used to be.
j Jan 2016
Immortality* would be fine with me.

To see how everything ends.
To see how everything *starts
.

To be blessed with time.
To be cursed with loneliness.

I'd take all that

To witness an  unending cycle.
Ekstyn Jan 2016
Ink blots,
Words blur...
I can still
see the
pieces
of your own
person-
written between
the lines I've
penned when
I still have
the heart to love.

Torn pages,
erasures here and there-
I have tried to
write you off,
but it seems
I cannot ****
what's immortal.
More so, I cannot
erase what I
have written.

Tear stained,
scratched papers-
I have bled
enough blood
to tamper
the words I've
written...
But you...
You, I cannot
replace.
and I, I was
the only one
at fault...
It was my own
words
that made
you immortal.

*When a writer falls in love with you, YOU CAN NEVER DIE.
Lizley Jan 2016
Monster

as forbidding as the mask you wear
to hide the unfaithful face,
the treachery
and the pretense

the aversions,
an ire
the price you pay for a well-played game
of poisoning hearts,
Monster!

not hiding under my bed,
but obverse, bearing deadly fangs

yes,
your venom might have killed this body
but see,
you're just a monster Hydra
whilst I've got the Phoenix in me
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|01.12.2016|
You can crush every piece of me, but my strength is immortal. I will  be reborn, stronger, in every death I die, over and over again.
Devin Lawrence Dec 2015
She hovers
over a world
spilling from the edge of her
fine-tip pencil.
Omnipresent,
She breathes life into visions
only she had seen;
we may catch a glimpse
as each new line
creates a brand new reality;
She's like God
and this is Genesis.

I wonder
is this her passion,
or a talent she felt forced to nurture?
Does she draw her inspiration
from her imagination
or her reality?
Does she burn the pages
that weren't quite right?

Does she immortalize strangers
in the same way
that she now lives on this page?

I want to enter her world-
maybe escape for a while-
and see how she colors
her black and white
daydream.

She reminds me of someone-
Someone I once intimately knew.
I see a spark of genius,
and a love for things
that she can easily erase.
Allyson Walsh Oct 2015
Pass time with me...
And you will live forever.

I will memorize
The sound of your voice.

Only to compose
A piece about your vocal chords.

Stick by me...
And I will write about you.

Detail-laced words;
The specifics of your smile.

I will dedicate time
To mull over your dimples.

Spend all night
Visualizing the green of your eyes.

Take all day
Writing about the spaces between your fingers.

I am the writer...
You have been collected on paper.

You, artwork,
Now you are immortal.
For S

Needs a bit of editing.

But, it was nice to write about something that wasn't my pain. Haven't done that in a while.

Had the worst writer's block while writing this. So, I'm a little hesitant to post it.
Rock n Roll Poet Sep 2015
We are all immortal,
Until death proves us wrong.
K Balachandran Sep 2015
A  deep rumbling,reverberates
triggering a yearning for fusion
from the limitless inner sky.
A flash of lightening touches
heaven , earth and roots of being,
starting a chemical change,
in a moment of divine communion.
From the mere carbon, just the mundane
a diamond is born, in the womb of time,
don't let it fall off from the layers of passion.
hold it together in cupped hands
carry on all through the journey, til end.
I didn't know then,
a pearl falls out, when it gets
ripe within the oyster
can't remain hidden.
Your eyes told me without words
about the essence of that immortal moment
I touched your burning brows
and got electrified, glowed
with my touch you floated
as a flower in that scented air
I felt a peacock feather dipped
in your love, caressing my burning heart.
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