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Tristan W Nov 2015
And Yet

The birds floated freely, as if they stood a chance.
And yet the dove hovered quietly, nimble in its dance.

Cloud like objects flew high across the blue tainted sky.
And rain droplets leaked away, and the sky began to cry.

The purity of the dove remained, steadfast against contention.
And it flew ever higher, divine in its Ascension.

But as it reached the top of the blackened charred roof.
It fluttered away immediately, as this was living proof.

It's hopes were set to the heavens, and it denied all defeat.
But the black sky conquered and the dove knew it was beat.

So it fluttered down quickly, and toppled to the ground.
It's soft feathers shattered, yet there was not a sound.

The purest of all creatures, broken to the core.
And the world shook violently as innocence was no more.

Fly freely oh gentle bird, yes fly freely oh dove.
And one day you will conquer, and one day you'll rise above.

Though that day has not arrived, it has yet to be meet.
And the dove shall slink away for now, accepting it's defeat.
Not sure...Not sure.
Ameerah Holliday Apr 2013
A positive soul brings positive times
radiating in your security,
and when under your gaze, my soul unwinds
breathing you in for an eternity.

I am tie-dyed in your purity.
I am baptized in your eccentric taste.
Your smile never ceases to amaze me,
nothing's cherished more than our fingers laced.

Incomparable are your loving eyes,
unspeakably you make time fall away.
As your voice consumes me, emotions rise,
and in your presence I will forever stay.

For rays of sunshine flow heavenly through,
you light up my soul with the things you do.
Dedicated to Mod Sun.
Ambika Jois Nov 2015
I perceived you only as I could
I saw you for what you were
You were an innocent being, of all
You never saw coming what caused the stirs

Your purity won my heart
Among all senses, there was my seventh
That awakened me every night and day –
My rationale, my core’s filament.

I have always been myself
I’ve carried myself with care
Once I am told that I do not belong
My heart, mind and spirit are all stone and bare.

I have seen and faced many heavens
With my hands, fingers, lips and conscience
I have been all that there is to be
From devoutly hopeful to hopelessly incontinent.

In your name, I have set myself free numerously
My zeal faded each time, as my fetters clinked
I know I became your entire world, but did you at all know –
You were my cage, within which I fluttered incessantly to fly out and sing?
Y Rada Nov 2015
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
I never imagined that listening to the Hickory clock
Could be sensuous or ******.
Hah! Tick for the longing to reach one lover’s arms for caress
Tock for wanting to do heavenly things on this earth.

Ah! The glory of this lustrous life,
So full of hate, so full of love, so full of lust.
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
Time itself is passion,
The waiting agony seeping through the body
Like a sweet toothache
Making way to the center of the being.

Squirming, not knowing what will be the next
Cookoo! Cookoo! Chimed the Hickory...
Ah! Is this what they call prolonging of pain?
Deliciously blind and white.
But what do I know?
I am still naïve with these feelings,
What do I know about it?
What do I know?
In such little time our universe was completely reordered
We never knew what really mattered until our love found a soul
Crossing the divides, the edges and borders
To meet in the middle to make our family's consciousness whole

Finding your soulmate is a beauty of it's own
Then when you create with that love, everything gets brighter, better
A new light inside, brought out to mark how we've grown
The purity of destiny and choice finding a center

It's impossible to understand what a gift a child can be
Until you're blessed with one who's smile could melt the coldest ice
Harmony, when we see your eyes you truly set us free
You pierce the heart with innocence so precise

Remember as the years go by and you read these words
That one is felt above all but love, and that's unconditional
You are a blessing to your parents and the earth
The fact that we get to journey with you is additional

We will always praise you for your ups and light the fire of inspiration
We will always raise you from your falls and teach you the right invocations
We will always show you that we are human too and are always learning just like you
And we will always teach you that the most powerful words in the world are....I ...Love...You!!!

Happy Birthday Harmony Jade!
*Time to Harmonize*
Rafael Melendez Oct 2015
We were born from ashes and dust, and now I don't know if the fireworks are mine or hers to clean up.
So let the dead stay dead. Let us stay what we are. Let us lie, and not rise.
Because we've all seen what becomes of innocence, and purity. We've experienced it firsthand.

Please, don't let us, be dragged to the wind.
Raúl Oct 2015
...
Love is nothing but a concept.
It would be an insult to describe how I feel with a single noun.
You are truly a gift, purity personified.
A paragon of virtue.  
And I will cherish you like a king does his empire,
go to war if required.
Sean Flaherty Oct 2015
So maybe I got riled up, and thought he was trying to steal my ****.

I don't work at Stop & Shop anymore, but I still
almost cried at those dogs,
on television.
The world is an impure place, but in times of trouble, you can always double your dose.

Trouble us. Forever.

As low, in your clever-minded excuses, to get out of your
parents' disapproval.
I bought so many
hallucinations, that I'm debating a few more.

Hope I remember writing these words. Scary to consider,
but there, nonetheless. The world is
melting into all sorts.
Colors, that I love.

Hope I remember writing these words, and the light,
reflecting off the ink,
in rainbows of black. The
ash, an impossibly-unforeseen consequence,
of the cigarette. The
cancer is laughed off. And you had forgotten my name.

Cutting up the canvas, she called it, "blood," even though, by a trained-eye, it lacked.  
Any tactic will take flight.
Take care to catch yourself when your wax melts onto your owned face.
Not your practiced one.
Emma Hill Oct 2015
Her body flows like milk
Between her legs there resides a **** cherry
She is the sweetest of angels to bless this sullen place, she is softer than the silk of wedding night lingerie
When her all seeing eyes come to rest on me a wave of euphoria overtakes me
The strongest of drugs
Cheeks fill with blood like nectar when her lips move against mine
The rise and fall of her sleeping chest is a poem
It captivates me, forces me to memorize the quiet motion
Her feet fall and she dances like a sprite on my heart strings
She is purity and delight, she is precious emotion
In my arms she is light and when is away the feeling she leaves behind radiates
Never have I loved something so sincerely
Never before have I been graced with something so stark white, child like, familiar and altogether new
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