Anaya c Jan 12

i could make you out with the most graceful words
and still
they wouldn't do half the job

feelings are incredible.

I am the soul that you have regained,
I am even the best crush you ever had.
I am the love story that will never end,
I am yours as if I have always been yours.
I am always ready to adjust and to bend,
I am ready just for you and only for you.
I am proud to stay happy with you only...

My HP Poem #1697
©Atul Kaushal
Odious Wench Oct 2017

I am a Tardis
Going through some hardships
Waiting on my doctor
To come and fly me proper

I may look just like phone booth
Which isn't quite the whole truth
For i'm bigger on the inside
Where real and imagined collide.

I glide through time and space
The whole universe to embrace
If only someone knew
Where to rendezvous.

Chelsea Rae Mar 2017

I want her to be so down to earth that I can smell the soil on her skin.
I want to bury my face in her hair and her neck and feel her peace,
The way it shows in her smile
I want to touch it.

I want her to be so natural that it feels like I'm running through a forest
and when I grab her it's like grabbing handfuls of the leaves that are underfoot.
She tastes like the first smell of autumn.

I want her heart to love me the way the sun sets on the valley.
Bursts of color that are so warm you long for it to stay longer
as it disappears into the cool night.

Let us collide like a waterfall on the rocks
and splash into each others souls.

New found sexuality? I think I'm Bisexual...
israa noun Feb 2017

Love is the Monday mornings when you don't want to get out of bed and go to school. Love is the Wednesday afternoon when you're stressed over an assignment and life in general. Love is 11:23 am when you're only just awake. Love is 9:58 pm when you hate yourself and wish you were dead. Love is the boy with the broken family but a bright smile. Love is the girl who gets a 93% average on all her exams. Love is when you're 13 and have a crush on the neighbour across the street. Love is when you're 78 and are still dazzled by your lover's smile. Love is when you're 16 and your body is just starting to develop. Love is when you're 78 and all your teeth have fallen out.  Love is the Muslim boy who doesn't understand why he's feeling a certain way. Love is the female atheist who is just starting to believe. Love is the Iranian girl who sees herself growing old with the Caucasian from her school. Love is the Algerian boy who sees his future in the eyes of the Italian girl he met in a coffee shop. Love is strong. Love is powerful. Love is limitless.

Ola Radka Feb 2017

Rather than
known hills,
strange heavens...

Mysidian Bard Feb 2017

Astral architecture hangs on the balance of my once fragile mind, now unbound and open to the potential of the Penrose Stairs that I climb. Infinity, I thought, was an innate idea man was not meant to understand, because if the universe is in fact infinite, into what does it expand?

Standing at the precipice of epiphany, teetering at the very cusp of clarity, it came to me in a monumental moment of sibylline singularity:

It expands into itself.

The thought was too profound to perceive, too ravenous to be satiated. Could this be at long last, the answer for which I have waited?

I realized that consciousness operates under a similar uniformity: the brain won't outgrow the head, but the mind will outgrow the body, and our echoes will radiate across the endlessness of existence, for all our forgotten frequencies are oblivious to the concept of distance.

We are all limitless beneath the veil of this perceived reality,
but only there are we human, and only then are we free.

Heidi Ludwiczak Feb 2017

Be Creative, be wild, be limitless - Imagine ...
explore the uncharted
~the less road travelled
~close your eyes open your soul to the majestic fantasy land -
and as the divided nature of wonders collided
~breath the air and be free

Exploding into countless pieces

travelling across vast distances of space


trembling with enormous amounts of power

I have surpassed the infinite

I hold the reins of time

slow it down, rewind it, fast forward

I polished the stars

set the sun ablaze

the planets I have put in motion

and that universe is but one page in my book

a book in an immense library

a library I have conjured with my mind’s power

my limitless imagination

Jonesy Aug 2016

Are feelings we have everyday,
To show others that each one of us,
Do things out of instinct.

Its that one thing that brings us closer,
As a nation,
As human beings,
To connect us all.

Sadness is so far,
From the other emotions,
Its Above the mountains,
And it grows cold.

But being loved,
That one emotion that makes us feel secure,
Like we mean something;

Jonesy 2016 © & K-mari 2016 ©

A joint poem by me and poet K-mari Ajani  Jones
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