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Aa Harvey Apr 2018
The love plan


You can’t plan for love; you don’t decide who you get.
You can want someone and keep their picture in your head
And you can know that the two of you would be good together,
And maybe they could be the one you need to be with;
But you cannot plan for love, marriage and kids.
The spark is either gone or it is lit.


If they ignite your passion and then your heart,
Then there is a chance it will never fall apart;
But if they are your other half in decades to come,
Or if they are someone that you once loved,
Only destiny can decide what is meant for you.
Love is a pin stuck in a globe;
A place you are yet to view.


Maybe it will be better than it looked in the brochures,
That drew you together in the first place.
Maybe it won’t work, or be replaced with an unfamiliar, or familiar face.
A person you may have imagined may suddenly appear out of the blue.
Anything is possible when two hearts attach
And there is no turning back once love is within you.


Love will burn so hard, that you are left feeling starved,
Of a desire to be anywhere other than in their arms.
It will change the person you are; alone no more.
Have you been thunderstruck by love?


Colliding stars which explode together to create a new system.
Hearts begin to beat a new rhythm.
A new way of thinking.
Be sure not to miss them.
The light that appears around the one;
The two stars are far away from being together,
Until they become a sun.


Then forever more they will shine a vision of happiness.
The best version yet.
The best version there is…
A lovers kiss.
And when they shine together, others shine,
Stars alight and align.
The original big bang,
Brought to you anew.
Love changes your view.


We were all dust and bones until we find home.
Built from particles and atoms.
Molecules gathered together and now we are together in this moment;
No longer alone.
You are Eve.
Let me be you Adam.
I wish you were love,
Because love is all I know.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Bongani Moyo Apr 2018
Just as heroes spend a lifetime dancing with the thing  the fear most ,
A noble death,
I dance with the idea of falling in love.
To have it is something I just might be ready for. You can never be sure
As Baudelaire said:
"Be always drunk,
on wine, poetry, virtue"
or what-have-you.
And after sobering
from aurelian dawns
and whiskey-drenched stars,
I find solace in tipsiness
on irreverent magic eyes
from the bottom of a margarita
or a paint-stained enigma
from behind a glass of red.
Slowly, carefully, languidly,
Quietly.
Flirting with possibilities
of being drunk once more.
emmaa Jan 2018
what might have been
if only the grass weren’t green

what might have been
if only the sky weren’t blue

what might have been
if the rainbow were in a different order

what might have been
if noah didn’t build his arc

what might have been
if gravity didn’t hold us down

what might have been
if light were darkness

what might have been
if darkness were light

what might have been
if death were life

what might have been
if life were death

what might have been
if you were still here

what might have been
if you never left

what might have been
if you loved me

what might have been
if you never stopped
martin challis Jan 2018
In the homecoming

joy

in the barring

regret



of letting go

freedom

of craving

imprisonment



at the welcome

belonging

at the termination

abandonment



with waking up

insight

with shutting out

ignorance



in kindness

compassion

in aggression

self harm



upon reflection

knowledge

upon dogmatism

blindness



with helpfulness

endless option

with ill-will

limitation



and

remarkably

within each experience

the possibility

of discovery





Martinos © 2017
Mirza Lazim Dec 2017
I fly in the endless sky,
You have an aquatic life
You resemble a colorful fish
You cannot be taken out,
I can't live under water

You are not for cuddling,
But my hands try to catch
I want to show you horizons,
Making you be out of breath
So, you have to slip away

I approve odd theories,
Nature is also on my side
I wish I saw you one day
Soaring along the waters
Like rare flying fish

My willingly chosen life
Turns all dreams into facts
But the day I forget you,
Logically is undefined
Like division by zero
Atomika Dec 2017
I look upon the door in front of me
Chances adding, subtracting it seems
I wish I can do more than the usual means
We're all still hoping for change right?

Inside me, lives a plethora of inner thoughts
Many things I live for and also things I wasted for nought
In the star-filled sky I wish for more
Even just someone I can adore

But we all have wishes besides what's inside me
Some may be living, some may be suffering
I am only a speck of dust in a bigger picture
I am part of the joint in a wider mixture

So what I wish and wish it may tell what my life would be
In this hand of mine, filled with possibility
Tell me your story and I'll tell mine
As our perspectives are different
But they all intertwine
It was just a spur of the moment poem xD I hope you find it interesting
The ancient word for hesitation.
Twisting and turning in your three-dimensional mind like a maze
till the ball of string you carry gets all tangled up.

Perhaps I should be more decisive...
Maybe I should me more conclusive...
Make up my mind like a bed and then,
maybe I should lay in it. Assert myself.
Treat life like a chess board.

Make my moves through my own devices
and not rely on the intervention of higher forces,
or guardian spirits to pilot my choices,
or sit uncomfortably on fences waiting for the fates
To push me either side.

Tweogan.
It is reassuring to know it's an age old phenomenon.
That even our ancestors were predisposed to
rock to and fro in fevers of doubt and indecision.
That our ancestors would dabble in-between conscientious visions;
caught in anxious possibilities and cautious projections.

The hidden threads of back and forth thought
all forgotten by hindsight's way of portraying
a seamless fluidity to the embroidery of life.
Written early 2016.
quintin sinclair Oct 2017
Click.
Click.
Click.

Click. Click. Click.
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Click.*

A heavy arm stretches outward.
Reaching forward with fatal touch.
A feather glides upon the skin.
It’s sharpened claws drag it in.
It curls and twists upon the sleeve.
It says that you don’t have to breathe.
It says that you don’t have to leave.
It’s crooked ponds begin to seethe.
It pulls you in with every blink.
As you fall down the bathroom sink.
You press it’s talons with more force.
Hoping to go with no remorse.
You stare directly in its eye.
And say you’re not afraid to die.
Then suddenly you are no more.
You empty out upon the floor.
And that is just how fast it ends.
Before you can even end the-

....but if you wait.
For just a moment.
For just a second.
But if you wait until it grasps your soul.
And whispers it’s your time to go.
Then maybe you can find some life.
....Instead of going with a knife.
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