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Lisandro Jun 2020
hidden from behind
move from side
to hide,
withered with an empty
swoon, to slide from an open hand
to hand,
whispers from adjacent hopes
the frequency...
now feeling hollow from inside.
Silent steps from a small space
to a small place,
withstanding the indifferences
with discerning gait.
Housing the apathetic thoughts
constructed from the sphere
centered in our mush,
the spiraling of gravities conveying
all of these random afflictions,
I gave
to you.
The endless thought patterns intertwining
Jésu Jackna Feb 2020
Un amant ailé

Soleil éthéré d’été
Laissez-moi être ton Icare
Même si je tombe sur la mer
Blessez mes faibles ailes
Brûlez mes yeux du cristal
Pour avoir du plaisir de vous regarder
Seulement une fois dans l’aube

Tomber amoureux, ce n’est pas un canular
Mais comment peux-je dire si vous me trompez ou pas ?
Serez-vous capable de me susurrer des illusions ?
Serais-je capable d’être le guignol de tes mains ?

Larmes d’or
Dessous kilos du sel
Personne n’écoute le son des souffrances invisibles
Néanmoins, comment pourrais-je demeurer dans vos oreilles ?  
Quand l’air, c’est l’eau
Et quand mes veines ont des poissons,
Toujours cannibales,
En nageant dans le liquide sanglant.

Serra ici le vide n’est plus un chose à craindre ?
Serra l’amour qui donne l’heure obscure ?
Alors, on paralysera et tombera sur un dimensionnelle lagune ?
Sans savoir où ou qui je serais
Malgré une existence n’est pas une réalité
Sans vous, les flammes, dans mon cœur avare
Jack Jenkins Dec 2019
when people look me in the eye
for just a fleeting moment
i feel as if i will die
or fight
i feel as if i will die
for just a fleeting moment
when people look me in the eye
//On trust//
Jack Jenkins Sep 2019
More distant more cold
The frigid waters freeze your fear
The frothy fog fades the shore
Swing low and stare at the stars
Ice halos around each twinkle
Born of broken wishes
Frost lays her sheet across your bones
There is no worry here for you
Be at peace and sink below
One with the salt and the sea
//on the sea & anxiety//
Jewel Jan 2019
How did I come to know you this way
I couldnt fathom what I was in for
I hope you're happy now you're mine like never before
You crashed into my world so I'm gonna crash into yours
It seemed like only yesterday I was just a little girl
Remember how use to dream and I still do
Dreams were where I first met you
I thought you would disappear as I grew
But that remains one sad goodbye I never had to use
Such is destiny such is to follow
Look at us we must've been shot by Cupid's arrow

Some nights my imagination runs  beyond wild
Sometimes l cant help letting go of my mind
I kiss the pen as I fantasize
Ready to make your mouth open in delight
I'm gonna keep you on your feet
When I'm happy I'm gonna have you dancing to my beat
When I'm angry I'll pierce you with misery so hard you'll bleed
When I'm hurt a river is all your eyes will see
When I'm in love I'll whisper words soft and sweet
When I feel passion you'll have to fan off the heat
I promise you a taste of everything coursing through me
I'm starving to create like thee almighty
Don't ponder or waste precious tears of sweat
Trust me I'll paint it so you won't forget
The many shades of this poet
I welcome feedback guys!
Kimberly Rose Nov 2018
I catch a glimpse of flames
Submerged in the swallowing smoke
Stare as it burns in the distance
Full of radiance and life, yet slowly dying
Light increasing, in its path diminishing
The depth of the valley, the vibrancy of color
Where is the point of ignition?
It spreads across the horizon:
milky clouds of white
earthy transparent brown
deep violet filling the air
The sun setting behind the tragedy,
forming brilliant, engulfing layers:
scarlet transfers into a peachy blush pink
Mountains blue as Washington’s Pacific Ocean
Sky breathing life to my favored colored pencil
Thin clouds lay as one with the atmosphere, each varying-
fluffy white into cotton candy pink
to an Easter bunny yellow
This is no dull view for the eyes
Nature, destructive while creating its signature on this piece of art
Engraving the masterpiece in my sights
Each flame once its own morphed into oneself, dramatically altering its appearance, its mass
A single flame has the ability to become a wildfire within an instant
Could I smolder a fire on my own?
Garrett Burger Feb 2018
How beautiful a skirt
Creating your own wind
a smile, so genuine
a laugh, a grin
Spinning in your dress
making the crowd
Dancing alone, in your favourite shoes
ones that weren't
handed down to you.
You dance in blue
Spots, and black.
The wooden floors and all their cracks.
You sing the lullaby
and dance yourself to sleep.
You awake in a song
and play it all again
on repeat
You dance in the box
That holds the jewelry.
from dancing, to darkness, that's all I know.
Either putting on a show,
Or in a black box.
I have not yet found, an inbetween
Emma Jan 2018
I watched
as a small bird chirped in determination
and tried to fly.
It flew with hope and strength,
but smashed into
the copper bars
of the cage that trapped it.
I frowned to myself.
Why would anyone keep such a beautiful thing
locked up, unable to do what it wants?
Then, an idea burst into my mind.
Quickly, I opened an old, rusty window
and walked over to the cage.
"You need this.
need this."
The bird was trembling in excitement.
I undid the clasp, and swung open the door,
My wings taking flight in the open air.
Freedom, at last.
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