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TS Nov 2019
Starry sky, crickets chirp, wind skips lightly across my skin
I whisper,
I am peaceful, my love.

Sun beams pierce the windshield, my hair floats recklessly from the open window, music playing,
I sing
I am carefree, my love.

A light drizzle with a light rustle in the trees, grey sky, puddles under foot
I mutter
I am lonely, my love.

Sharp cold air scratched against my face, snow like glass, shiver in my bones,
I Bellow
I am angry, my love.

Chaotic gusts like trains rushing by, thunder crashes, the sky groans in angst
I cry
I am in pain, my love.

The breeze softens and floats with the rain, eerie stillness, the world is quiet once more,
I gasp
I am exhausted, my love.

My moods are like the wind. Ever changing, ever growing, and forever calling your name.




-t.s.
NN Oct 2019
Odd looks as your passion seems meaningless,
your way of investing in yourself insignificant too.
Hidden envy of something they do not possess,
continue as long as it matters to you.
-N.N.
NN Oct 2019
Era
The indistinct tones of our stories finally being told,
abandoned park benches full of unloved writers.
Forbidden voices that are louder than ever,
welcome to the era of literary fighters.
-N.N.
Meruem Oct 2019
I always get subtle memories,
Whenever I remember my last love.

It was like a freshly brewed coffee,
For someone who prefers milk.
It was the strongest kind,
One that certainly kept me wide awake.

It was like winter
On a tropical island.
Cold yet always kept me warm;
Seasonal but definitely not temporary.

I always get subtle memories,
Enough to keep me at bay.
October 30, 2019 - 01:37

A memoir is a collection of memories that an individual writes about moments, or events, both public or private, that took place in the subject's/person's life. Cloud 9.
NN Oct 2019
Her freckled back like the sky on a starry night,
blue eyes like the sky on a brighter day.
Stars were falling as I held her tight,
clouds formed as she stepped away.
- N.N.
NN Oct 2019
Noticing my attention is drifting towards me,
a once flourishing petal in the streaming clear water.
Water bound to debouch in a in a sea full of opportunity,
even though I still seem to question the latter.

As his water seems twice as deep,
making it harder for the petal to take the leap.
- N.N.
NN Oct 2019
Hold on to your melody,
whatever emotion it may bear.
Carry on playing it endlessly,
let it be the reason for the smile or frown you wear.

Let it define you and let yourself change the words to it sometimes,
let it be an incentive to read between the lines.
-N.N.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
happy or depressed
life is a balancing act
so easy to slip...
moods that fall can rise again
wait for tomorrow's new day
6/22/2018 - Poetry form: Tanka - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Vagish Oct 2019
Because
She was a lightning

Bright and shining up in the clouds

Her hair were black like the rain clouds

bouncing as she moved around

clear were her eyes like the droplet falling from the sky

her anklets making the sound

as if rains drops are hitting the ground

Now I am writing with a mood as colorful as a rainbow

About a girl I once saw

That's why Monsoon is my favorite season.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
happy or depressed
life is a balancing act
so easy to slip...
moods that fall can rise again
wait for tomorrow's new day
6/22/2018 - Poetry form:  Tanka - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
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