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Angel May 2019
The comparison of such dejection
Makes me feel as though I am not one
But two or many or all
To feel prototypical is an oddity in itself but I need distinction to find comfort in being astral
I want to feel authentic
Dani Jan 2019
It sure is such a rarity
To have any kind of clarity
In this pall we’re covered with - no verity
Grey is not lit with any prosperity
Only shroud covered lands all in a form of familiarity
Knowing what is covered, but cannot see it’s true identity
Shadows cast through the day of skies so cloudy
A wet mist reminds - there is no remedy
Sunshine does not peek or wink through an atmosphere so gloomy
Dark grey grows over the land walked by one in singularity
Unfortunately, having clarity is such a rarity, a sad insincerity..
When the day is gloomy, depressed, and/or down feeling. When you feel that the world about you is so far away from any of your senses....
Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
The poet's heart is full of adoration
Quietly observant, yet unaware
Yearning to spread joy throughout the globe
Show every last person how much it does care.

To be viewed for the rarity it truly is
Also partly hidden out of sight
Timid, reluctant to uncover all colors
In a world that sees only in black and white.
Yes we are extraordinary creatures
Esridersi Jan 2018
Luck is when the fruits off one’s labors don’t spoil before harvest – when life doesn’t pluck the buck from your pocket,
or the orbs from your eye sockets.
To be lucky means all the yucky, mucky misfortune simply grazes the hairs on your nose.
Brevity says “I am not lucky to know you”.
It's miraculous to me that you held the key to my heart from the start.
You are not chance, cause, nor coincidence.
You are rarity.
You are pleasantry.
You are necessity.
So as the day must become the night,
so too the rays of my heart must return
to rest in dusk with you
~ and for that
I am forever grateful.
Wick Nov 2017
1 a.m in the morning
walking the streets
basking under tangerine lights
not minding time as it fleets

the cold morning wind
punctures my skin
a smile plays on my lips
savoring the sensation it brings

I inhale the silence,
embrace the softness of the morning
a warm piquant feeling
seeping through me

I feel the cadence of my footsteps
the symmetry of the streetlights
I even felt the rhythm
in the flickering of the store signs

and oh! how the stars shine in the moment
millions above lustrously burning
in the sky
now my heart
as they permeate my being

1 a.m in the morning
while walking the streets
I have found peace
in the city that never sleeps.
I stand rooted to the ground
afraid to lose this this trice that I have found
trying to preserve in stillness
the nonpareil that is peace.

it was a feeling that i never believed that i could ever find here in the city or anywhere actually.
Wounded Warrior Sep 2017
She's one of those beautiful mysterious ones.
The one that has absolutely no clue just how radiating she is.
Quiet but always thinking.
When she does speak her intelligence & eloquence flows out.
Kindness that melts your heart.
Her humor catches you by surprise.
That smile of hers fills the room with a force of enchantment.
I wish she could see what I see.
That she's not a **** among flowers.
But that she's a ******* beautiful rose bush.
Powerful with its twirling roots under ground.
Those thorns.. a force to be reckoned with.
She is like a closed rose bud hiding away.
But my God when she opens up and blooms.
You get blessed to see her for all the magnificent beauty that she is.
Full of color. A rarity.  
Like a galaxy full of shooting stars.
I wish she could see what I see.
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2015
Stars in dust wasteland
Seen once every seven years
Desert flowers bloom
Aria of Midnight Feb 2015
Abundant galaxies,
in a world of close proximity;
remember our eyes,
shining brighter
than the stars above.

*how rare
and beautiful
it truly is
that we exist
Inspired by "Saturn" by Sleeping At Last. A beautiful song.
Poetic T Nov 2014
Not all evil is dark, or wood
For darkness is
As of truth, all that glitters
is not good, evil prays
On the sins of man
Greed is the downfall of us all
For one would
To hold this blood diamond
It bathed in blood of the past
Soaked up the evil turned
Pure transparency
What one is, now not
For a thing of beauty that is soaked
In purest blood, how many died
How many souls lost for this devil
In rarity,
Consumed by its beauty
Vain jewel of purity that is bathed in **blood.
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