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MikeTheVike Nov 2017
When
I  look  into
Y o u r  e y e s
I  see  two  mirrors.
T h e y      s h o w     m e
Younger   versions   of   myself
We  are  all  just  unorganized  matter
Reflected back through endless generations
And when you look into the night you are amazed
A t      t h e      i n f i n i t e     l i n e a g e      y o u     s e e
Those    freckles   in   your    eyes   are   glowing    speckles
O f          y e a r s          a n d          y e a r s          o f          l i g h t  
But I don’t have the heart to tell you. The lights you see have died
You raise your finger and trace the constellations as if trying to
Remind    yourself    of    somebody    you    once    knew
An­d  for  you  in  this  moment  nothing  else  exists
I    look   ­ at    you,    in    all    your    innocence
And   p r a y   that   I   may   live  my  l i f e
In  a  way  that  will  forge  my  love
In   the   fires   of   a   star;   to  
b      e      c      o      m      e
A  light  in  your  eye­
L o n g   a f t e r
I    a m
Gone
To my beautiful daughter.


© Mike Mortensen
KDM Nov 2017
It's a whisper in the winds, rioting to be heard with the simplicity of barely spoken words.
It's the way the sun lingers just a smidge longer in your presence, capturing your essense within the colors scattered before the moon.
It's the blinding glory of a 100 billion stars, twinkling a melody caught only by your ears & mind.
It's how even the most treacherous animals bow before you as you glide through the untraceable places on Earth.
It's the universes unspeakable secrets capturing your thoughts, night after night.
As difficult as it is to say, I can never love you the way that creation's love, loves you.
Irina BBota Nov 2017
Yesterday...
I was going on the edge of life with the nicked soul
the disappointment in me was announcing the storm,
but the eyes, pointing to the infinite horizon's goal,
like two blue pearls, vibrated restlessly and warm.

Today...
I admit, without any disagreement or resistence
that my world that was lost beyond any sight,
which at some point evoked a certain distance,
did not want to be just a poor mortal in the night.

Tomorrow...
I hope I'll have the soul infused with care and love
to believe in the harmony of the unblemished bells,
to pass all on the universe of the divine realm, above...
and me... to be born again with crystalline shells.
Tiago Mariano Oct 2017
Blue, the color of the skies,
Blue, the color of the ocean,
Blue, the color of tranquility,
Blue, the color of creativity,
Oh, infinite Blue, I was looking for you
Oh, infinite Blue, where are you when i need you
Oh, infinite Blue, color my white canvas
Oh, infinite Blue, to keep away my black heart
That's why I love you, my colored pen Blue
I always loved a bit of blue in my life, whenever a little green, I pick up my pen and start moving it
Randall Walker Sep 2017
A leaf is a leaf,
A door is a door,
I know I make no sense,
But you know what I mean.

These paradoxes blossom,
Bringing Infinite trim,
I'm 'yielding', I'm 'healing',
But the light only dims.
The darkness now light,
For each pore I fight,
My sight's insight in sight.

However,
I see
No heights
To which I can land.

Our reality (as we know it)
Is just for show,
Perhaps this reality, just my reality,

That's all we know.

If more is found,
We're found not to be,
Nulled replicants of nothing,
Destined to the void, to be.
The place where God lies dead,
And His expired creations go,
Stowed at His hands and feet.





Note:
Dinosaurs, Dragons, and hulk there included,
The illusion I alluded to is food for the fallen.
But hey,
These lines above have no meaning, am I right?
No bearing on life,
The same way my head has no hair.
Though,
'Hush,' I say to the breeze blowing through it,
I swear
I feel
a tickle there.
Padam Tandan Aug 2017
Lying down eyes wide open
beneath the absolute darkness
infinite galaxies over my eyes
feels like sinking down the vast ocean
feels like loosing everything
loosing relations, loosing own body
and loosing the strength
just like the dead men
nothing just existing in soul
quietude and unflapabble
I wonder if everyone wanders like me
wanders like the dead mens soul
sophia sacal Aug 2017
My soul contains all;
It knows darkness and light,
The bitter taste of heartbreak
And the euphoric thrill of love.

My soul…
A black void of nothingness
And an infinite ocean of life—
An eternal contradiction,
The ultimate paradox to be unraveled.  

My soul is
Ethereal and everlasting—
A mountain of darkness to get lost in
And the path of light to find yourself.

It is everything—
And nothing at all.
Suraja chauthi Aug 2017
As our breath blends together
we become one
Planting slow deep wet kisses,
so intense, so passionate and so strong
An immense secure and infinite feeling
dripping from your mouth into mine

When our eyes meet
we develop a deep thirst
Our body becomes so sensitive to every move and word
Pulling each other close; creating strong waves of love full of our sensual touch

The way we looked right into each others soul, is the most intoxicating thing we've ever had
A bond so deep, passionate and so strong

This isn't only love
It's pure ecstasy at its finest

Suraja
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