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Marina Drab Dec 2016
When he no longer had my heart,
I felt so clean.
Like I was wearing a white dress.
No stains,
never ruined.
I am once again stained.
Now it's in a pile of ***** white dresses stacking up
next to all your skeletons in my closet.
Marina Drab Dec 2016
You were iridescent; there were moments
where I found myself breathless, speechless,
dumbfounded by your presence.
And now I have come to a point
where your absence leaves me feeling the same way.
Marina Drab Dec 2016
She was an open book, waiting to be read,
He had a tendency to skim the lines.
Either way, they never wound up on the same page.
La Mer Jul 2016
Interwoven in the grand matrix of our existence,
is the paradox of Divine Intervention and Free Will.
With the ability to choose,
We create the bitter and the sweet,
interpretations vast, affecting the collective.

Within this web, a strand of familiarity,
alongside an ocean of great mystery.
We remember our family, distinct
by memory, visions, and scent.

We choose to connect,
unraveling the secrets that dance
gracefully just below our noses.
Answers always available,
questions seldom posed.

Opening the door,
a door to another door,
with no walls to support it.

Endless doorways to
an infinite space, needing
not to be “opened” in the first place.

We can always be open,
mindfully.
Authentically visualize a
boundless sea of Everything all at once,
and a thoughtful creation of entryways.

Based on how we choose,
our experiences become molded
and ripple into the choices beside us,
echoing from our brothers and sisters.

The vibration of our Will,
swimming, radiating
through the cosmos,
relocating land we hardly recognize,
but knew all along.
Julie Langlais Jan 2016
"When someone notices the true beauties & wonders of nature, their appreciation radiates with every life they touch."

                                           © Jl 2005
McGill University days
felicia Dec 2015
hey little tough one,
i know right, its not easy to be you.
everyone bestows their everything on you,
yet you already have a lot on your shoulders,
that i can see when i stare at your back.

hey little tough one,
im sorry i could do nothing about it.
but He could.
so i will close my eyes and kneel,
asking for stronger knees for you.

no one should ever take you for granted.

hey little tough one,
your smile is strength.
so please dont let go of your smile.
let all the obstacles stumble,
for you radiate the strongest smile.

my favorite.
ps. 143
Step 1: Be present~ Earth holding my feet as if expansive hands were arising from the core. Gravity magnetizing my ankles. The open blue sky above and brilliant sun speaking its truth through high hot rays to my skin. Hearing the expiring summer wind flapping the flags. My heart snaps the Earth and Sky into One.

Step 2:  Be Genuine~ Travel to my heart center. What does it feel like in there? Settle on this inquiry for a few passing minutes. The present moment is breathing. The Universe is speaking to me, whether I choose to open up to it or not. Fear wants to creepy crawl and shade my heart. I have the power to receive and dive into the tidal waves of human life.

Step 3: Radiate~ Open my eyes and extend outward, the warmth that I have cultivated by accepting and being with this present moment. Mix my organic radiance with the activity of the natural world. Energy is playing like a child at recess. I am apart of it all. I am enough. I am a manifestation of the four elements. I am art.
Sally A Bayan May 2015
(10 W)

YOU beam
Over me....around,
Underneath,

Energies combine
WE  radiate!

Sally
Copyright May 17, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Taste the moon, my friend

listen it will sing at night

a generous portion of love

with dark colored  sun filled glass

causes this somber sad expression

fills this anguish of mine

to melt my tears of hate....


Let me feel the moon in my bones

behind my wounded heart of mine

a ballad, oh moon, you do sing

from the deepest part of my mind

harbors past missed opportunities

of events through my lifetime~


The moon is raining my tears at night

feeling the sadness of many a years

bounds to my very soul

to take my pain of the disturbed peace.....


The world has gone mad

my life is your equalizing song

rain moon rain, with all your might

Let me radiate in your light....


Let's taste the moon tonight...

Debbie Brooks
Drowning inside hands.
A fluorescent chime.
Skin scrubbed radiation.
Force-feeding plastic and sugar and flesh.
Pushing and pulling until tendons flail weathered
Up. And. Down.
Up and down upanddown until the store of powders, prints, nails tumble out carmine and is sobbing
gagging on a high chair.
The candied calculator like heart-shaped pupils and sticky soles.  
Opaque ID’s and strands of you abandoned in navy sheets.
Shoulder tassels taught on Adam’s apple.

Love stitches bedding and hollows bodies.
Love lights the West and lines waste baskets wet.
Love is a little girl vomiting into a lion’s den.
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