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Memories Soul Oct 2015
The quietness
come from under skin of the world
The wind
come from the wishes between dreams
The skies singing
in the midst of clouds
The shadows running to the shine
Old stars were some part
of the ocean blue  
Jupiter never come to the world
Jovian ring never see aurora polaris
The world never walk to the universe.
Krinessa Jun 2015
I've been inside this whirlwind for quite some time
and I know not when will I get to experience the warmth of hugs and kisses again.

Oh how I miss the feeling of serenity!
... and the quietness of still waters
... and the gentle breeze
... and running after butterflies on a calm afternoon.
Steph Dionisio Jun 2015
My life was occupied with many things.
My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts.
I drowned myself with trifling feelings,
and made myself forgot of how beautiful
things could be.
One night, as I was doing my thing,
I got ******, took a deep breathe and stopped.
For a moment, I looked up.
I saw myself under the moon,
where its light shines brightly.
My life paused for awhile.
I stared at the moon and then closed my eyes.
I felt peace within.
Then for a short time I've realized,
that when you see yourself engaged
with tons to do,
try look up and take a breath.
For the meantime, forget the things,
and let yourself appreciate the calmness in you.

*-Steph Dionisio, June 02, 2015
Hannah Beth Aug 2014
Shy

Her hand brushes
against my own
my mind screams
louder than even
the most horrific
of bombs to
hold it back
to close those
last few *******
feet between her
lips and mine
but all I
feel all that
shakes my entire
body and soul
is this crippling
shyness it refuses
to go it
digs its toxic
roots down to
the depths of
my stomach and
refuses to let
go and I
can't and I
won't and I
don't hold her
hand and I
wonder forever if
she could have
loved me back

an ode to all those awkward shites out there
I crave tall buildings that touch the sky,
and crowded streets filled with people on their way to their destinations.

But I also long for the openness of land and fresh air. Freedom and solitude. The quietness of a cool brisk morning.

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