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Nabs Nov 2015
By: Nabs

That day on the beach
Calming wave was lapping the sand
Forming a clear contrast between black and white
You were standing between these lines, firm

You outstretched your arms
As if trying to hug the raging wind
As if trying to calm it down
Not relenting even as it tried to blew you away

I could not see your face
But your hair was those of sunlight
Blinding and pale, so pale that it looks translucence
I find myself to be captivated

You stood there for hours, and I too
Mesmerized with the way you let your self stumble into the ocean
I stood there feeling as if I had known you since the day I first took breath

You threw your head back and let out peals of laughter
Melodious, yet there's a tone of destruction there
Always a tone of destruction
The wind raged on, the waves roared savagely

I saw your eyes, in the brief fraction of eternity, they made me feel things that were unknown to me

Your eyes were a shade of color that i did not understand, that no human would ever comprehend
Too complex and yet simple, but one that words does not have jurisdiction over
Paradoxes upon paradoxes

Eyes that had seen storm and withstood them
Caused tornadoes and typhoon
Created worlds and gods and life
Forgotten but presisted
Because you do not sip faith

My whole being was longing to be near you
But it was not ever meant to be
For to touch you mean to touch divinity
Sinners have been long forbidden to accept grace

As thunder started to crackled in the air,
You turned your head and saw my existence
My frail, frail heart feels like it was about to burst
Fireworks of muscles, blood, and flesh

Explosion of the worst kind and the best kind

You cocked your head, as if curious of why i am here
You beckoned me forward,
For me to move my paralyzed limbs
In my heart I knew you are not human
But strangely was not afraid

You are gravity and I couldn't help but being pulled to you

As I got pulled closer and closer, I saw that you are a myriads of everything
Of endings and beginnings
Of Life and death
Of calamity and Insanity

Paradox upon paradox, your structure

I saw the universe swirling around you
With each breath that you too
Sparks flew everywhere
The air was singed by thunder

There were gospels staining your skin
The words of long forgotten
The world that is dead but alive
Only because you know of their existence

"Why", the question slipped out
I found myself to be mortified, a fool that I am

" Because every being have their orbits, and this is the time for us to meet. Soon our orbits will separate and it is a goodbye and a greeting"

You linked your hands with mine
It was abrupt, as all of this was
But it felt like forever and distantly the feeling of death fights with the euphoria of being held by you
I feel like i've known you all my life but i know i don't

I looked down at your hands to see them cracking, your hands were made of glass
Rose petal stained your lips while thorns looped around your neck
I squeezed your hands to comfort you

We took off running with hands interlacing
      
You never said who you are,
    but you never liked to be bound in names
Hi, this is going to be the first poem I am going to submit, thank you for reading and I hope you like it ( You'll see i'm very about with titles)

Please be honest in commenting, and critiques are welcome, just don't be an *** about it. Thanks again.
Katrina Zechman Jul 2015
My love for wolfblood is so great,
my heart melts for her 'til the dusk of day.
The night howls when her's away,
sits, running 'til day's dawn.

Her beauty is great,
Wondering mind 'til her sees,
howling is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for her to say "I do."
Sailor man, will you be with me?
Hear my song I sing just for thee.
Be my brave pirate and forget the thrashing waves.
Come with me and love me in the deep.
Driving up the highway
When I saw it in the mist
Like a pure and tender ******
Still waiting to be kissed
A village all forgotten
Somehow time had missed
You could see it from the highway
slightly hazy in the mist

Had time forgotten this poor place
Left in limbo for all days
Was it just a trick of light and sun
Manufactured through the haze
Were the folks here ****** to stay
Out of reach but in our gaze
Or were they truly here by choice
Living old, forgotten ways

Brigadoon did spring to mind
but, in truth I thought this good
Be something better than that curse
This village protected by the wood
I pulled on to the shoulder
And tried to see as best I could
This simple town or vision
That had not aged as it should

I saw no point of entry
No way to get there from my place
It was perfect, untouched, special
A village bathed in grace
Folks kept driving past me
Up the highway at such pace
They would never see this village
In the mist as fine as lace

The village may be magic
It may be something in between
In truth all I can tell you
What I saw, not what I mean
It's a village, plain and simple
in the woods, all shades of green
Un-kissed, and yet so perfect
stuck in stasis, in between
RW Dennen Sep 2014
Candleabra's flickering flames
cast a shimmering dancing
shadow of me,
upon my golden coffer overhead,
brought about by a sudden gust
of window-wind... God's finger-breeze...

Master airy-finger puppeteer
you are
dance the leaves
about my Autumn yard...

Push and stir
soft light newly blanketed wintry snow
on lifting eddies,
causing flying fancy, barnyard dancer's dos-a-dos
among infinitesimal,
and featherweight
delicately frozen
crystal-looking flakes...

Push tiny tango waves
upon reflected sparkling silvery lakes
that crest s l i d e then fall
And spectator trees
that enciricle about the watery ballroom-lake
surface-floor,
then with airy fingertips
clap, clap together
the loudly whispering and rustling leaves
that applaud
the watery dancing waves below...

And with windy fingertips
sail white billowing cotton like
vapor-sails
across an unplowable
oceanless
spatial blue...

Glad God
You mostly are
puppeteer of every star
Dance sundries of objects
on your play-ball planet
and puppet-likened stage
And let me laugh
in zestful rage
about danceable things
that can be danced,
that can be danced
on windy-finger days...
Aron Oct 2014
Somewhere deep in the ocean hides a majestic creature.
With a gorgeous hair and an amazing feature.
Everybody thought it didn't exists
with it's beautiful face and voice, you just couldn't resist.

As I walk along the shoreline
I saw something grand, something divine.
I thought to myself maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me.
I'm thinking whether to sojourn or flee.

I gathered all of my strength and cast away the fear.
Her voice is the only thing that I can hear.
Now I'm beside her, standing & looking for the right words to say,
but all I can see is her smile that's as bright as the day.

As I finally said hi and catch my breath,
I remembered a legend about pirates & their sudden death.
Enchanted by a beautiful voice,
they're all ensnared without any other choice.

And with my love for her, now I am bound,
crying & lying hopelessly on the ground.
I'm engulfed with a burning sensation and she's the one that ignite,
this enormous flame called "love at first sight".
Endless Horizon Aug 2014
On the top of a magnificent mountain,
where the air was cool,
I met a Mountain Lady, hiding,
behind one of the trees.

She seemed to have an aura around her,
a light emanating from deep within.
She was adorned in the finest of silk,
in a color, I've never seen.

The wind was as if,
obeying her every command
The trees as if,
greeting her in every footsteps.
Even they were so captivated by her.

As thirsty and hungry as I was,
she gave me things to eat.
It was the most delicious
food  I have ever tasted.
And it was the most
quenching liquid that I have ever drank.

When I was under her trust...her control,
the humble lady decided to act.
Emerged out of her fingers,
were sparks of lightning.
They hit my chest.
And I felt as if I was stabbed,
with a thousand of the sharpest of knives.

I lost my breath,
and fell to the ground.
Her silk dress ignited in flames,
the fire consuming her,
before she transformed into a hideous being.
She rose from the ground,
flying out of the mountaintop.

This is all I remember,
of how I met the captivating Mountain Lady.
For I never woke from her evil spell
*a g a i n
A fun trip to the mountains inspired me to write something about where I was...the climate...the trees. Good thing though I didn't make a mess of myself.

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