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Riley Smith Mar 2016
When tomorrow comes what will there be
other than the wind that dances through the trees?

Will the sun burst and leave us with a lack of peace as the lone survivors run through the streets? Or will our sleep be serene and filled with dreams of pale skies and bright eyes, continuing to survive as if you had nine lives, the downfall here is we only have one.

Sight can be deceiving, it can trick you into believing that tragedy is common and happiness is rare.
Is it just me or does everyone else have the general opinion that school ***** more than anything?
POSSIBLE Feb 2016
the brilliance of the darkness
served only to annunciate
the loudness of the passing silence

While the pervasiveness of the defeated idea
continues to occur in self-[a.s.s].embly lines
The nano utilizes a scope of micro to flesh out the macro

Simultaneous non-being
duly correlates to the emptiness of the tao’s ***-shaped,quantum hat
Possibility is endless, until you enlist knowledge as your retainer
The origin of all particular things is lost
through the knower being zenly slapped,

I just would have loved to help schroedinger's cat
pur.........
what a *****, he wouldn’t even open the box to check her.

Dear ∞ this is my letter to you while I let her be bound in quite comfortably in lazer-light leather.
Esther Feb 2016
Fragility is an electric blue
Shock in your system
From which you twist resistance
Gifted to hands open and begging
Consoling the green murkiness
Of people’s forced emptiness
Filling their scaffolding with
Temporary steadiness
Your abandonment shatters
Into heart shaped glass shards
He picks up even though they cut
And his blood brings no fear
Because your reality is malleable
And wounds are fixable
With scars becoming loopholes
Into worlds of distorted art
Branching out of lines protruding
Introducing your skin before your scars
I see the clearing of newly planted
Seeds of future possibility
In the words you gather
Passing by flowers scented with
All the aromas that haunt you
From your youth
Just to string a sentence
For one surrounded by the obtuse
Entirety of reigning bleakness
You are a beacon of what we
Dream to grow up to be
A star in the morning sky
You shine you shine you shine.
Em Jan 2016
Even if someone you hate says you're ugly,
it hurts.

Even if it was just an idea,
"wrong" hurts.

Even if that job was for extra money,
"under-qualified" hurts.

Even if that man didn't want you,
you'll still love him.

And that probably hurts the most.
It's okay to hurt, just know that someday these tears will make you a stronger person, a better person. -A.M.L.
andrew juma Jan 2016
Smile
Give someone a smile today
It is better than a promise
And an act of charm
better than a red rose

Its being able to see light
In darkness
And light up on your face
It is delightful
A gesture you are in control

Smile
It is acknowledging love
smile If you love
Or are capable of love
It is showing strength inside

Smile
Disarm your enemy
Frustrate your haters
flex those lips and smile
Get the fair lady

Smile in the morning
And claim a beautiful day
Smile is the perfect make up
If you seek beauty,smile

It gestures a rich heart
Oozing confidence
Lets light up the world
With a smile

Lets all put a smile on someones face today
Go on and smile :-)
Man can never lack a reason to smile
Denel Kessler Jan 2016
I have become
reticent
each year adding dark
to my lightness
I remember vaguely when
I radiated
it was not so long ago

now the rock
retribution etched
settles solid on my chest
I cannot see
the feather I once was
drifting from this high place
faith the air beneath me

balanced where
edge meets air  
above the green unfolding
alpine jewels reveal
the face
of the goddess
sleeping

clouds seep ragged
a softly closing circle
I am riding
the cloud center
trees dripping
bearded lichen
witness my ascent
There is an old fire lookout I used to hike to in my youth - High Rock Lookout. When I need to mentally revisit a place and time where anything seemed possible, I still go there.
Paul Butters Dec 2015
Nothing is Impossible
Because there is always Something
And always a Way
For Something
To happen.

Paul Butters
Contemplating Death again...but maybe seeing a way forward...Minimalist.......
NicoleRuth Dec 2015
She walked in with hesitant confidence
This date the first she tried
Starting out with a simple hug
Pretentious coffees and books to keep their company

The next time they sat in a wondering silence
Speeding through cities for that perfect drink
Disappointing ambiences ruining conversations
But leading to intense cab rides filled with drunken touches

She planned out their next meeting
Hours spent scrubbing to perfection
While moving screens held their gaze
Their heated thoughts were finally let loose

She was never a follower of convention
Societal rules an enemy she despised
But for him she'd try the travelled route
Letting herself flow with society

Though a relation designed in commonality
She saw him as something way more
His smiles making her heart beat faster
His touches  enticing her soul to want more

This journey is one shes willfully chosen
Perhaps this once not needing to be no. 1
For he brings out forgotten dusty emotions
And perhaps a possibility of real soulhood
Jeni Nov 2015
You can do anything darling, if you accept yourself.
Open your heart to possibilities
And accept yourself.
You can do anything darling, if you can accept yourself.

You can do anything darling, if you accept yourself.
Open your eyes to the sky
And accept yourself.
You can do anything darling, if you can accept yourself.

You can do anything darling, if you accept yourself.
So take a deep breath and wipe your tears away.
And smile because you know everything will be okay,
And accept yourself.

You can do anything darling, if you can accept yourself.
This is what's come of me trying to motivate myself... I was sitting in the dark narrating a story, a story that may have been about myself (but I'm not sure), in the company of a candle. I don't know how this word pattern came up... it just did.
Amanda Elizabeth Sep 2015
./.
In a cigarette smile, I'll lead you out
in light
Until
remnants of your sweet fabrications
twirl away

Don't remain unsatisfied, a world we could be inside
turned
grey
I mean i wrote this in a bathroom stall 9/29/15
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