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Dreams of Sepia Aug 2015
There's a Russian fairytale of snowdrops in January
a girl meeting the twelve seasons in human form
who lead her in the middle of winter to where snowdrops grow

I never thought once that I'd live in a land where snowdrops grow in February rather than in April
& where the snowy winter has become a memory

& where in my childhood we weren't able to buy sauerkraut & pickled gherkins done the way we liked
yet which now has become more international

& where people smile & say ' sorry' to you politely
if you tread on their feet
as if their feet were the problem

& where time is measured by the Big Ben & Greenwich
instead of by the Kremlin
& it always rains in summer but there are rarely any thunderstorms

& people holiday in places like Majorca & Benidorm
if they're working class
& France, if they're middle class

& where I went to a public ( private) girls' school
& wore a red uniform
& sang the hymn ' Jerusalem'

believing in this green & pleasant land
with all my heart
until I left & came back again,

this time, an adult, a European
living through the British recession
& shocked at the newly hostile attitude to migrants

yet even now when I see those snowdrops
in February
my heart soars & I'm back living a fairytale

a child in wonder
just as before
Cíara McNamara Jun 2015
I want to bleach my soul
so that it may be untainted
and returned
to its original
blank canvasry
of beauty
and innocence,
as sweet as welcomed summer rain.
Benjamin Novak Apr 2015
whispers in my ear,
without voices to be clear,
mistaken sounds afar,
I wonder who they are,

Whispers without manner,
Without purpose or valour,
Journeys to end,
Whispers again ...
Sylvia Dacus Mar 2015
Her narrow path kept winding as she hummed along in tune
To a song no one else heard, except her lover on the moon.
She skipped and ran and often fell,
But never wondered why
Some creatures fly to heaven and some simply die.
She listened to the others but they never heard her speak.
She was brave in her convictions but they thought of her as weak.
She tried to wear a normal hat but found it way too tight,
So she spread her tangled tendriled hair and found herself in flight.
It's a very lovely planet and she left it much too soon.
And though no one seemed to notice...
There was crying on the moon.
Sombro Feb 2015
The cloud is thickest at the edges
Lined with a hard coat
To keep out the world below
It hovers above
Afraid of what it sees
And each raindrop
Tries to writhe away
But it falls
And we drink it
Desperate to
Have its magic.

Fly within
And it's a kingdom of sun
Of light inside
A misleading mist
It is most gentle at the centre
And go in to find
Your eye of the most wonderful
Storm.

They fly on by
Tiptoeing over the mountains
Dancing over the cityscape
One day they will see the ocean
And one day so will I.
Supposedly a metaphor for hard journeys, the start and the finish are always the hardest, and the fear of failing is ever present.
Sometimes when I try to make a point with my poems the words just go crazy.
J M Surgent Dec 2014
Keep me in your heart and mind,
As I’ll keep you in mine,
Though I know it may be difficult
For your journeys this point in time.

Good luck with everything,
I’ll always love you,
I hope happiness is what you find.

And if our paths cross again,
Same place, different time,
A future point in life,

It’s all the same for me if we
Become us again,
Sharing heart and mind.
Cathyy May 2014
You said it's better if i stay
But this time i mean it,
You're the reason why i'd break
& I won't take back any thoughts
I send you songs and you cut the chord
I write a verse and you chew it up
(Metaphorically that is of course)

But still i aim at target,
Your heart's in sight
I learned guitar in just seven nights
I keep buying note pads and pocket journals
And i'd keep letting it out but this sparks eternal

See its gonna take more than a storm to wreck this ship,
And more than a heartbreak to keep me from fixing it
Its gonna take every part of you to talk me out of leaving now'
Cause it took just everything to not write all this down..
And then send it round

I'm so in love,
with the idea of us
Oh send me across the world
And trust that i'll be a stronger girl
The songs i write might end nowhere
But if you cut this chord i'll cut my hair

Cause i'm a crazy ******,
I'll drive you mad
I'll be your lover
If you'll help me find my dad
I'm not mario's princess
Though i've tried my hardest
But i'm a musical poet
Yeah a struggling artist

And it's gonna take a while for me to get to know myself,
And a smile wouldn't hurt when i find myself yeah but i've got to go away and leave it all behind cause i think it'll help..

Yeah i'm a little warrior
A cocky spirit
I like to put my thoughts into quotes and lyrics
And i fell in love,
With someone close
I gave her the world
But not even a rose

Oh it's gonna take a while before i learn to love again
And maybe a smile wouldn't hurt in a year when we meet again
Yeah the world is so fragile when we keep postponing love, running miles..

But i'm not running *away
Says it all really.
Now this is special..
Alyanne Cooper May 2014
How many times have we wondered
What's waiting for us
Right around the next corner?
How many stories have we imagined
Scene after scene after tired scene,
Wishing for what will never be?

Yet still with this unknown comes a journey--
One we cannot but desire to take.
The good, the bad, and the ugly lie ahead.
But for now, whatever awaits round the bend
Will just have to wait.

These leaves are so green.
These lights so warm.
Let's take a slower step
As we move forward round this corner.
Let's enjoy this.
And wish nothing else would come
To break our fragile hearts again
In this long never ending journey.

— The End —