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Solaces Apr 2015
The day was brighter here. Underneath these oak trees. They shaded me from the sun above. I sat against the tree and remembered an old song I once wrote. I sang in my head the melody I once wrote and all of a sudden the melody forked into another sound. A new song within my old one. I took it to new heights. New lyrics were being sung to my ears by ghost of the Light and shadow. This is the edge of heaven. I know it now. I am afraid to leave. And I am afraid to stay.. strange creatures started to come out of the forest.. butterflies with wings of light started to flutter on by.. I saw my old dog prince. The night slowly made love to the day... The stars peaked at me through the trees.. the air was cool and crisp.. a naked angel walked through the woods. She could not see me.. she was by far the most beautiful being I had ever scene.. the moon light kissed her body and left me in trance..
So begins the second life...
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
Your soul is like a diamond,
Worth so much,
Because diamonds are actually worthless,
On the outside,

But this diamond is not like the rest of them,
Like the ones that have been hidden,
From the world.

No,
This one,
Is made rare,
Because,

like diamonds,
They bound things of love,
And this one,
Was created from love,
talks about how we find things so valuable when there actually around us, but connects the "rare" beauty to someones soul because everyone's soul is, that was my main point. not the diamonds, the beauty we don't see in our self.
Catharsis Apr 2015
I used to be about your age,
and actually read words on a page.
I would go climb hills and trees,
and sometimes skin my elbows and knees.
I would go outside and play,
not sit around inside all day.
I would have fun with friends,
not text them until the day ends.
If I wanted to tell something to my family far away,
I'd write it down, it would get to them in a week and a day.
Though that may be a sad thing about that life,
the rest didn't have any strife.
I was almost never bored,
that will always be adored.
So my child what would you rather choose?
To sit inside and have the blues?
Or to go outside and play,
then come in side at the end of the day,
and say,
that you had fun for once,
instead of sitting around like a dunce.
Jackie Andary Apr 2015
On the outside, I am strong
I can smile at strangers
I can laugh with my friends
I can enjoy the breeze on a summer day
Everything is okay
But sometimes
There are cracks in my foundation
I can cry in the blink of an eye
I doubt those who I used to trust
I don't want to live anymore
On the inside, I am broken
Read forward or backward
Ezra Apr 2015
We all cough.
You hear it at home, outside,
Out the streets, in the subway,
"Ugh-Hhuh!"

If you think about it,
A world without coughs would be quite
strange,
Indeed.

Stranger perhaps than a world without love;
Coughs are ubiquitous; Love is not.
Ourfirstfarewell Apr 2015
Do your tears reach for the floor once they meet your gently sculpted bones,
Or do they trickle down your cheeks and follow the leader down the rustic road they call your neck?
Do they kiss your collarbones the way I one day dream to?
Do you wipe them from their origin with your weathered fingers,
Or do you wait until they are kidnapped by the clothing you've begged to keep your body warm?
Do they ever leave your eyes at all, or do they hide behind your perfect crystals
to share a space with that beautifully complicated mind of yours?
Will I ever get the chance to see you wholly,
Or get the chance to plant romance in your eyes.
Will I get to allow the tears of joy to fall with grace,
Or wipe the tears of sadness before they stain your skin?
Will lie awake until tomorrow passes away,
Or will I sleep through my hopeless romance just to see another day?
--Ourfirstfarewell
Misfitkilljoy Apr 2015
Living a sheltered life.
Nothing but strife.
Fighting my own war.
Don't know what for.
Feel like I'm drowning.
Tired of frowning.
Scared of the outside.
But all I wanna do is hide.
Don't have a clue.
I just  don't know what to do.
aar505n Apr 2015
Brian, you're not dying, yet.
Sometimes, you think you are
Everybody's rock, soon to be forgot
Smile anyway, for they can't see scars
When too much time is spent looking at stars

Brian, why are you lying?
You won't get pretty far that way.
Brian, I can see you're trying.
I can see you're hiding.
But what are you hiding from, what are you trying to do?
But you won't tell me. Had to be the quiet child.

Don't listen to them Brian, you haven't committed a sin
don't be let them pin you down.
I know you have your doubts,
But Brian you can take the quick way out.
I'll hold the door
Maybe you just need to get some sun
Always so cold when you have to hide.

Brian, I know your hurting
Averting any confrontations
but Brian, you could run with lions
Don't give up on your Zion.

We may not be friends
But Brian, I hope the best for you.
I'll hold the door open
So you don't have too.
Marisa Lu Makil Apr 2015
Outside
Warm breeze
Birds fly
Thick as thieves
Sun shines
Through the leaves
I want to go outside.

Outside
Fire place
His arms
Around me lace
Through long grass
He will chase
Me-I want to go outside.
Paul Sands Mar 2015
we swam naked in the sea
for hours
and hours
and later
in the dunes my lips
tricked a sweet pearl
from the singly balanced cradle
deep within those oyster spilt hips
“you taste of samphire”
I gasped
“listen
could you keep a secret
while the ocean foam stings
your throat?”
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