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Gabriel Sep 2018
The intro played and so did the memories
Fantasy was our  favourite place to hang out when reality separated us

For a slight moment we had
Like a 4 minute music
it was too perfect to end
too beautiful to stop

The music stops
I press repeat
not just only  to remember you
but repeating a music
a music that was both loved
by me and you
Fantasy -Khai Dreams
han Sep 2018
The note rang loudly
in the night
piercing my heart
opening a chasm in my soul
pouring out memories
met with old feelings
an aching deep within
soothed and scarred
all at once
lyrics
notes
speaking things
I didn’t know even existed
September 3rd~han
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Slave to damnation


I am a slave to the sound of Audioslave;
I am simply here to say they are great!
Chilled out, rocking loud, slam those drums!
******* hit a **** and just dance a little more.


Slide it on down to the lowest decibel possible.
It’s time to rock, so come on now people!
Let all slowly bang our ******* heads!
It’s time to rock!  We are the living dead!


So every single one of you out there in Wonderland;
It’s time to get down with this funky *** band.
I am a slave to damnation;
I am a slave to Audioslave.
I’m a one way, last ever, concert ticket;
The last show on Earth, the end of days.


Speeding down the freeway with the cops behind us;
They cannot keep up and they know we just don’t give a ****!
150 on the speedometer, it’s time to die in flames!
Welcome to your Hell my friend;
Wave goodbye to your broken life, broken heart
And broken early grave.


Slave to audio…Audioslave.



(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
Love is all that matters


Love is such a wonderful feeling,
Love is what keeps you day dreaming.
Love is just knowing, how you feel for me.
Love is a blind belief.
Love is what makes us become all we can be.
Love is what makes you come back to me.


Love is something to kiss-chase after.
Love is the thing that brings us laughter.
Love is something that makes us remember.
Love is a wish to be this joyful forever.


Love is someone you can depend upon, sealed with a kiss.
Love is a leap of faith, but it is worth the risk.
Love is better than any high.
Love gets you through all the hard times.
Love is hearing a song that can make you cry,
Because of how happy it makes you feel inside.


Love lets us lead our lives the way we wish to.
Love is what brings me running back to you.
Love is just lying here with you forgetting the world.
Love is what keeps us lying here not wanting to move.


Love is the thing that’s makes us lose our independence.
Love is the thing that enables us to trust.
Love is ignoring their flatulence.
Love is ignoring all their faults.


Love is something to lose.
Love is all the little things.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


Sitting in the shade of ****** lilies, is
          the blessed beauty, the Heart of Summer
Her skin, shimmering russet  
Her eyes, molten gold            
           Her lips, pouty rose buds                  
  Her hair, a slick raven halo      
Her body, curvaceous and slender
Flaunted by her diaphanous lilac robe

Through her sculpted nose, she inhales the
warm clime; her feet upon the verdure.
As she walks through the gardens,  the
flowers burst into blooms, trumpets
to the song of working honey bees.
Ahead is a lake, clear, crystal and celestine,
stars dance and wink upon the surface.

She picks the daisies and adorns it in
her hair, thinking of her great empery.
Here in the palms of light and love, there
is no sin and no pain.
She hears the ringing bells of
nature, the song of wings.
'For I love all life and light,' she smiles, 'and more,
I will bring.'


First freeverse of Summer! ^-^
Lyn ***
Décio Sep 2018
Spiders have embroidered
webs behind my eyes.
I am void,
a wreck,
a quivering lethargy.
Spiders play on their webs,
which are my webs,
as if strings on a violin,
and the sounds they make
are the only sentence
you hear me saying:
everything
is
fine.
But the spiders are hungry
so they eat my thoughts
as if flies trapped on webs.
My whole body is a concert hall
and the words echo through me.
They become catchy after a while,
as if a jingle on a commercial,
and some time after that,
I can stretch to all the corners
and edges of my body.
I can fill every space.
And I might as well
be starting to believe that
everything is going to be fine.
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