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Lunar Sep 2017
"i'm awakened.
you're like the early sun
whose light touches every corner,
even the darkest parts of me."

two years were just a numbered period,
until we recalled
every memory that
warmed our minds.

"sometimes i may seem like a daydream;
a mirage you're afraid to come close to,
in fear of me disappearing
despite the hour of noontide."

lyrics were just words,
until we discovered
every meaning behind them that
reached out to us.

"i'm never afraid of coming close to you.
why would i be afraid of home,
when that's the place
where my day begins and ends?"

melodies were just sounds,
until we heard
every note that
voiced whenever speech failed.

"some have left
by the sunset;
will you stay
for the sunrise?"

the sun was just a day star
until we saw
its glow that
reflected off a silver mirror in the night.

"yes, i will stay.
through the sunsets
and the sunrises,
i'll be here to watch it all."

my day was just a day
until you came in
and became it.
a poem for DAY6's 2nd anniversary.
titled after their song, My Day.
some may have been here from sunrise,
some from midday,
and some might leave at sunset,
but just so you know, DAY6,
you'll always be our day.
b e mccomb Jul 2016
Gold glitter
Only stays on the ceiling
When the upholstery is gray.

Church gyms are suddenly
Piggy banks to play
Basketball upon.

I will draw a city on
The bulletin board
And owl pushpins will inhabit it.

My mind is no longer in a
Casing of gray rick-rack
And suppositions I do not feel.

It is a precarious thing to
Play a solar piano
Under the midday sky.

Have you ever heard
A pumpkin-flavored
Volkswagen van?

It happened suddenly
That everything I could possibly
See became a photography contest.
Copyright 5/10/15 by B. E. McComb
Kai Myers Nov 2015
Dawn* told a story,
I listened.

A story of a new found love,

Of the *Autumn
leaves,
a story I received.

Dusk sang a song,
I sang along.

A song of sorrow,

Of the Spring rain,
a song I sang.

Midday performed a play,
I watched.

A play of worn out emotions,

Of the Summer days,
the emotion stays.

Midnight wrote a poem,
I slept.

A poem of nothing,

Of Winter winds,
nothing was written.
Kassey Lane Jan 2015
Walking thru an endless night, the trees are spinning bright.
The cracks in the sidewalk spell your name,
and then I realize nothing will ever be the same.
Now comes the begining light, holding onto your morality tight,
Through the constant struggle of this new begining.
Fighting, loosing, winning.
Mid day hits you hard and fast,
That warm tingling feeling you liked didn't last.
You look up to the sky,
The sun burns your eyes.
Your standing there feeling broken.
Praying so hard for one little token,
Of peace if mind.... security, hope
Only left to sit here trying to cope.
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
trying to write
trying to think
the kids won't stop chatting
please get me a drink
from the deepest fount
of knowledge and peace
I would swim deeper down
to muffle the sound
reactions in check
DOWN -- hit the deck
I will not engage
your unflattering gaze
now sit down to eat
ahhhh this peace is a treat

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