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the tight swathe of fog
made a compact canopy
above the river

it lingered there
until first shards of morn's light
cut through the dense roof
Anne Molony Sep 2017
dark brown eyes
which you could easily mistake
for black
from a distance
like she did
when he caught her looking

a perfect, smooth face
not particularly tanned or pale
animated and honest
an open book
sincerely authentic

you can tell exactly what he's thinking from his expression
she likes to think that they share the same thoughts
and that when he looks at her that way
she knows what it means

she likes how
his head falls back when he laughs at something funny
which he's constantly doing
how his body shudders with hysterics
she too can't help but laugh
even when she misses the punchline

and his freckles
she breathes deeply
his skin, peppered with
charming brown little freckles
she wonders what it would be like
to trace their outlines with her fingers

those are the nice kind
she thinks
she wouldn't usually count freckles as
an attractive quality
not like hers
tea-brown stains on chalky skin

but on him, they're lovely
beauty
A hummingbird moves so fast it buzzes,
but it hopes you don’t notice.
Seema Sep 2017
Silently I watch the happenings around
Looking at the surrounds, walking on the ground
Sitting on a dead branch listening to the sound
What appears to be, are the people on the cloud
Rising high with their voices and gold
Richness and possessions, what not is sold
Young and old, all roam under my feet
Unnoticed on the dead branch observing the treat
O' yes! am the Raven, the Raven of time
Flew out of my world which for you, is no prime
A hidden, untouched place on this same earth
Where every single being has taken their birth
I for some reason needed the urge to witnesses
The humans of today and their awkwardness
In this world there's soon gonna be a math of silent epidemic
The rage and violence is become a consuming mimic
I, the Raven have seen it all
The great pillars on this earth is doomed to fall
Many hands reach out to pray and call
For the almighty of this universe as a whole
But is there someone, to hear us all
Or is it me, only the Raven peeking on every wall
Flying off to my world, I the Raven of time and again
The crucial moment and downfall has began
Save yourself, but you cannot hide
From the wrathing mouth of evil that's too deep and wide...


©sim
a fast skirling wind
raced through the gumtree limbs
bending their branches
Mariá Soleil Sep 2017
You have brows like bushes,
eyelashes like webs.
Shoulders like a steep cliff,
arms like bridges.
Ears like deep wells,
endless and bottomless
in sight.

Snout filled with cigarette grain,
and the breaths
you seem to hide away.

You have hair like a little girl's soft eyelash,
falling down upon her innocent cheek.

Your chest heaves;
I am lost listening to the pulse that brings you back to me.

You lay like a child;
I do not feel the need to engulf you.

I allow you to exist just so.
In your land of banana hammocks,
and bittersweet stars.

I graze the freshly cut grass
of your chin.
I see the lines of shadow
remain permanent on the concrete,
and my mind goes on in complacency.

Gradually -
I keep tumbling,
further down the hills of
dead grass
and unspoken ink,
to join you.
She sits across from me now
Similar in so many ways
2 children
About 8 years apart
Arms and back display
A climbers strength
Or a dancers grace
I'm not sure
Gentle lines around
Her eyes and lips
A subtle line of veins
Through skin of hands
And I see so much of myself
Maybe she's older than me
Younger though, I don't think
Her laugh is light, unaffected
There is no smoke
No mirrors here
I hope I am seen
as clearly as her
The lady that has
strange symmetry
Observing a stranger at one of Berlins famous open airs
Postman Aug 2017
Hazy veil
of mazy
grey-white-jade
abstract cumulo tangle
quasi-close to the ground
accentuates the beauty
of the mighty river
at the edge
of a dangerous
denim cascade
leading to a free fall.


At every step
fading spiral shades
of lighter hue
entrenched in white
rashly caress
those fine
fascinating fringes.


The rugged rocks
hugging dusky tone
have fought
the flowing frenzy
of the heavy fume,
tried in vain
to obstruct the drain,
but at the end
laced the azure
with a golden chain,
witnesses the green
that grows within.
David Cunha Aug 2017
Today, for the first time in my life,
Got bored observing people.

My look at those gazeless eyes
Other times plainly happy for the shining lights.

My definition of 'shining' is not equal to their's,
Of 'success' neither.

Finally alone I felt lonely for the first time in a while,
Guess all friends are away,

Except for a few inanimated ones.
august 17, 2017
3:41 a.m.
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