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preston Apr 18

There is a hush
that opens behind the hush,
where breath is no longer
taken in,
but given.

A mouth made
only for receiving—
not food,
not air—
but something finer
than sound.

It happens in the stillness
between moments,
when hope ceases
to lean forward
and simply
arrives.

There,
behind the chest
and deeper still,
are lungs
that do not breathe
until spirit finds them.

They do not swell
for want—
only for wonder.

Somewhere in the unseen,
the Breath of God
hovers.

And the lungs—
those deeper ones—
wait with necks craned
like mystics beneath
an unseen window,
opened only
by grace.

Not every wind is of earth.
Some are shaped
to fill the holy hollows
in a soul made ready—
a mist that sings
without voice,
without name.

And when it comes,
you do not speak.
You expand.


#Vaporous
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Damocles Apr 17
Through the shine of the window
As the sun teases the flesh of her hero,
She stretches upon the mattress,
Annoys him with her lapped kiss
All across the face, begging him to rise.

Here at her bowl,
She wags and waits for his control
As he gets, a scoop full of her favorite yummies,
How she salivates drools with an ache in her tummy
My girl, she devours within moments
And then she sits, waiting for the moment
I submit, those doe eyes looking up at me

We go, the backyard retreat.
She gives her red flying disc
And I throw to the distance, hitting the fence
She runs with a thunderous speed
And we repeat until we both take a tiresome seat
And through her panting and unrelenting breaths
I see her smile and know I am loved,
By my most precious pet.
My dog is a pit-lab mix, she's 6 years old but acts every bit of 6 months still. So much energy, and so much blind devotion. I love her so much, she's like a second child to me.
Damocles Apr 15
Tasting pungent, brackish tears,
Never satisfied with the depthless darkness,
Tenebrous fingers reaching from the inside out,
Spreading fingers from my chest resemble an autumnal oak,
Leafless and outstretched, yearning for a new death.
And the light, so certain, could set it ablaze,
With its auroral gleam, yet the darkness persists,
Like caramel or toffee,
Glued in with a sickly, messy adhesion.
I yearn to self-immolate, burning as a phoenix,
Shedding these acrimonious ashes and burning like a beacon,
An emancipation from the amorphous tar tendrils,
And a new embrace into the cleansing sun.
no matter how bad it looks, how dark and depressing it gets, the sun has to and will always shine again.
Damocles Apr 15
She speaks like a morning zephyr—
Whispers in my ears so tender,
Warming my heart to a char like a burning ember.
I’ve become her star, illuminating the dark—
And I’ll guide her to the pillars of galaxies,
Fat beyond the expanse of forever,
If only to taste her lips.

She is a diamond—
Laced with sapphire, ruby,  and emeralds—
All that is precious and earthen.
The very fabrics of life that shine with blinding resplendence,
All that sparkles inside the iris of her beautiful scrying orbs
That pierces me like a pagoda gun, seeing through the holes she creates
My ramparts crumble under the weight of her smile
And I am a stalwart centurion -
I’ll guard her like precious treasure.

This little light of mine.
i wanted to write something evocative of love and how one can want to become the ultimate defender of it, and how fragile and precious it is.
Pouya Apr 14
Oh morning
Hi sunshine!

Be my guide,
In my heart.

Heart and Light,
Both are signs.

Let them shine,
On your soul!
irinia Apr 13
I unfold in adoration of clouds leaves wild flowers  bees
thoughts pass like the shadows of birds
everything gets illuminated revealing a core
the world gets deeper than one thought
EliMay Apr 11
A world void of noise,
Of color and emotion.
The shadows dancing to the silence.
The shores flowing on a rhythmic wave.

It is you.
Your glory and presence
Wiping the soot away.
Filling sinners hearts with
Hopeful intentions.
A promise to your everlasting fortune.

A spiral of notes
Dancing in the wind
Bringing your voice to my ears
As the most beautiful symphony of truths.

The drum beating of my heart
A reminder of your blood
The sacrifice of your life
For my sins.
It is your presence
That shows me how to be the light.
The color and melodies
Of a not to distant land.
To live as you would want us
To show the love you give us
And guide those shadows to your light.
Bring the light of love to those around you!!
Burning against rays of cool winds
Which sound like aeroplanes
Darting across the blue sky
As soft music flickers candles
Inside dim room lit by a chandelier
Which swings high and shines
Crowning those below with a feeling
That the shadows which were cast
Had no reason to cause any fright
Simply because the jewels which shone
And the pearls which dangled overhead
Were not something to fear or banish
Simply something to cherish at moonlight
As the seaplanes dived through the firmament
Neptune made an eerie sound of silence
Leaping into the puddle which reflected
Having found the courage for something beautiful
When the sky is blue and the lights are on
Made your way up and made a splash
Jose H Apr 10
I fall in a way I cannot explain
In a way I do not understand
Quickly, but with such force
With the sense of overwhelming love
Crippling me to my knees
Almost unable to bear

As I've fallen for you
This feeling is not as it was known
This love brings light
In a way the darkness cannot overcome
With your gaze, I'm lifted
With your touch, I am saved
With your kiss, I am at peace
I fell to depths I've never known
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