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Cheighny Nov 2017
It’s nights like this
Hyped up on the high
Of post-sadness
And you

My music running laps in my brain
You keep me up, though
You make me like this
I get you tomorrow
To hug you
See you
Maybe even kiss you
But probably not

I do not want to go to sleep
Because it ends this
Feeling of euphoric silence
Because the music in my head
Is so blissful

I don’t know really
Am I sad!
Happy?
Alone.
Who knows
I do not

I should close my eyes
And let this go
And give into it all
But I am stubborn
I need this darkness
A lamp as this is too bright for me

I miss you
Now I sound insane
As if I didn’t before
Oh well
Goodnight nobody
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
The intangible danceable
Felt but not seen
Frolicking on the edge
Of spaces in between

Peek-a-boo shadows
Spider-web touches
Goosebumped skin
Rosy red blushes

Whispers on wind
Soul unconfined
The curve of the smile
Fits the curve of my mind

A half told anecdote
Unnoticed excellence in the mundane
Quiet anticipation
Jolting epiphanies of keyframe

Emotional nutrients of xeno
Ecstatic shock and sonder
Ambedo and nodus tollens
Forever I wonder and wander
Kathleen M Oct 2017
Manic intensity manic elation so high sunshine is melting my wings so ******* hope filled songsinging research doing life clinginging savour filled so proud and grateful I cry compulsively uncontrollably restless tight skin playing caught up the righteous anger and the swift guilt
To
Deep ocean crushing eternally sleeping everything is awful I'm a failure sloth in the pit depression in the earth I am the pit and the lead and my only purpose is discomfort to the flat empty that void the void in my chest that swallows it all Swallows me down so uncontrollably to the darkest places I sedate and prevent the scars but that abyss in my body threatens to become implosion.

I'm so drained, so worn through with feeling, the inbetween place eludes me continuously
I don't know what shape the middle mild propotunate feelings have.
Broken Arpeggio Sep 2017
Silence is deafening
My thoughts can no longer hide in the seams
The shadows have voices that are beckoning
I am stuck in a world of in-betweens

Darkness befriends the elusive
While honesty is embraced by the light
I created a maze of reclusiveness
The windings my approachable-self wants to fight

This type of existence is confining
The needing a breakthrough, but afraid of breaking free
I permitted my solitary life to define me
Instead of letting all the peering eyes see

The ebb and flow of being receptive
By allowing What Will Be...To Be
It is free-thinking from a different perspective
A stark contrast to the lonely life of ME
AngLe Aug 2017
**** Life Gentle ways that stream oceans with bot sail
When Dawn lights alarm when head pillow lay rest-tail
wept water chalice becomes chalice cup blind loose
mask uni “form verse” fortune “sub verse” wrong Le' three
awe & decree a letter prom us could derive scream
riding run, riding fun ride sun homage awept
orn tusks, quite huffs swollen pain smarke adept
nigh hour felt minute still forever herefore
Nine usually alone formal always cree
Heaven brood breaths that bronze root cut stark silver can
Seven sister lord know, this I know, only pan!
Stars steel upon cloud,iron bare cuth board ship, string-sea
where fore makers homer place liden leave before numb
I come, guess hour finger point child plough palmers thumb
Canzone
Poetic T May 2017
April showers fall
dewdrops taste like sweet honey

thunders sighs erupt
Naughty but nice, picture says a 17 syllables :)
brandon nagley Jan 2017
Just an antediluvian,
Stuck between heaven and hell;
Waiting on mine saviors call,
To escape this carousel.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry.
antediluvian: belonging to a time before the great biblical flood.
Brett Palmero Feb 2017
Dust to dust
We rise then fall

Hour to hour
We live then die

Mountain to mountain
We move then stop

Feeling to feeling
We smile then frown

The end is not what's sad
Life is not what's happy
How each happens
Is what matters

It's the to
The journey
That moves us

It's the then
The in between
That defines us
The cows came in twice a day and
usually for milking,
sometimes if it rained they came in anyway
looking for shelter
looking for hay

I used to sit and count the ears on a sheaf of corn
wishing I hadn't been born into this,
wishing that Julie Andrews would kiss me
instead of **** Van,
then I grew into the man I am

a city man with a city street plan mapped out in my head.
thinking always thinking that this is being dead or something,

anything else before I tell you how much I miss those cows and
that corn?
Ignatius Hosiana Dec 2016
It's not about the way you live
neither is it about how you die.*
In this Life what counts is the
in between, the people you met
those you love and those you hate
the moments shared, the pictures taken
years of pain, tears in the rain
to those happy as a child with a toy
drowning in the deepest of joy.
It's about the adventures
and the adventure's always in the journey,
whether alone or with a friend
it isn't about your travels' end...

Always make the best of whatever lies
between hello and goodbye
for in the end that's all that would
have mattered for the beauty of all
reality and the ugly is in the betwixt.
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