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Seán Mac Falls Feb 2016
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The swelling brooks, so clear toned,
Rolling rounds over musical stones,

That unveil the rushed veins of May,
Race in wide cool stills, freshnesses,

Of the moistened soils overturning
And the chimes in the belled leaves,

Before they shout from buds keyed,
To syncopate in sun by bopping bees

Who buzz with jazzy pillowing waft,
Of daisy downs, in mid air to reeds,

Lips newly sprouted, banding green,
Groove myriad symphonies of colour

And the roots of trees tempo tapping,
Into waters plucked, earthy sounding,

All voice in joys with woodland birds,
Do trumpet, O what new life to come.
The Judge Feb 2016
I used to wonder what death was like.
Then I started having memories.
Life became bleak, for I knew what came after death.
Why even try when you know you'll come back?
Why even care when you know you'll forget everything when you die.
Why did I want to come back, what was it I saw.
Was it the horizon that I chased?
Or just a lost dream.
Pixievic Feb 2016
A year ago  -  today

You told me we should never have got married.....

That you didn't love me

Anymore


My heart        


     F        R                  T             R               D
                     A       C         U                E


Into a thousand tiny pieces      
Which lodged themselves in my mouth
Rendering me unable speak
My dumbfounded mind
Raced to catch up to the words you uttered with such carelessness


One year on

Like petals looping through the winds of time
Waving at the door of Hades
Pursuing the light of redemption down a snaking tunnel
My heart has returned to its rightful place
Still bruised
But whole again
I am happy in my oneness
Not lonely    
                    Just
Alone
                       ­       Being
                                                  Me

Meanwhile.­.......

You're in a 'relationship' with someone who is still married......

But not to you

Happy Valentine's Day!

(C) Pixievic 2016
jayebird Feb 2016
My love is for the snow-white dove, singing for my springtime
She serenades Serendipity with seductive, soulful chirps
My heart plucks it's strings to accompany such a sonnet as hers;
She stands humbly on my rosey scented hand.

I turn my head to know her sweet gaze again
What a sight for sore and wide eyes alike,

She promises me life in abundance
With no reprimands or expectations as long as
Color still bursts from the newborn blue above me,
The land of my belongings will remain lush and fruitful for as long as
Eternity floods each passing moment with light

There is shade underneath the tree where she sleeps,
So I will sit, hugging all the comfort from these limbs until
Time brews a storm to shift me from my seat

Oh, my love is for the keeper of my peace.
part one of My Love; a new compilation i'm working on.
Ady Feb 2016
I'm waiting in the night
by the red of the light.
I've been left out
under the touch of the rain;
like a photograph
my memories are fading.
Colors dripping,
down the streets streaming;
washed out words are pouring,
down the sewer dripping.

I'm monochromatic,
blind to a world of sheep.
At a standstill,
open arms ready to accept
the sky or ground;
rejecting and forsaking
rejected and forsaken.
A fool in a journey of redemption.
might edit
Ali Q Feb 2016
Normal events of life:
Natality, identity, wedlock, fatality

As disrupting events triumph the rhythm
Destroys the loop, making life aloof

There comes one wonder
Revisiting the events, one must ponder
Twists and turns, identity is profound
Discovered as it may be, but still unacceptable
Cuz normality Disdains And retains from interchangeable

But thou shall break this bubble
To free himself and feel more comfortable

Peers will judge, the true ones won't
Only they can understand but others don't

One may even find himself Alone
Smiling away in front of a thousand clones
Indeed they will stare,
Coldhearted,
Confused,
Look alike stones.

Their judgement pierced through before,
This time, this resolution has led to no more!

Health was draining, stooping below
Feelings of distress, sadness hollow
Complain and nag to achieve pity and sorrow
But what's the point of such negativity
It only brings bad news! Depression and lesser longevity.

So enough is enough! Rebirth is in order
A new soul emerges that can only grow stronger and stronger
Put it through a test,
Try it out,
Beat it down,
Bow down it shall no longer!

   - By Ali Q. =)
Harshest criticism is the BEST criticism!!!
Apollo Hayden Jan 2016
A baby was born today
As an old man passes away
The circle of life synchronizing both feelings of joy and pain
Stella Stardust Aug 2014
The World is so much bigger, better
Than any of you who doubt that
Existence itself is worthy of life
god forbid it is unpleasant.

Let’s make a name out of this place
And put it on a plaque that reads:
Someday you’ll make the same mistake
But that You can make it better
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