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Tears soak the shreds of my heart
Falling from the eyes of my soul
Washing clean blood strains,
Of yesterday's wreckage

Our love life, a lost ship
Amidst the vast open sea
Strongly surviving countless storms
Until last night, when all changed

The night was beautiful,
A hollow moon and infinite stars
God's magnificent work of art,
Till when clouds swam in, and covered all

Lightening struck in every direction
And the god of thunder yelled with rage,
Calling forth the typhoon of the western Pacific
Stirring violently, dark clouds

The goddess of the sea raised her tides,
To height like one of the sky,
And then, slammed them onto our deck,
Sinking us into the deep waters

I thought we were dying,
Watched you drop motionlessly
As my eyes shut slowly,
At our ending life together

And yet, opening once again,
To a clear blue sky,
And your beautiful face,
Smiling back at me

Is it a next life?!
Cause I so desire to live with you
So you place your lips onto mine
Kissing them softly

To which I know,
That life, has for sure blessed me with another chance
To create more memories with you
On this lost island,
Where our ship wrecked
Cweeta Cwumble May 2016
i must have been a hero
in my previous life.
i must have battled evil,
had courage in the face of strife.

maybe i was a saint,
and blessed everyone in sight,
took care of those who lost their way,
showed them how to find the light.

or maybe i was a freedom fighter,
a peaceful one, of course.
maybe I died helping people escape
from war and military force.

i must have done something great
to deserve what i have now.
i've been blessed with your love, angel,
and i'm not sure why or how.

people like you only come along
every thousand years at best,
but the universe put you in my arms
so i must have been a hero, i guess.
Liam C Calhoun May 2016
The smoke circled halo,
Bent smiles and summoned demons,
Brimstone come a reverent silent
And obeyed sort of way.

I let my left eye avoid.

I’d let my right dream,
As I munched skewered calf,
Innocent, slaughtered, salivated
And my only excuse – Survival.

Toe-to-toe with
Home-field advantage
I nodded from shadows
To the one who scented venom;

Lace tucked slightly thigh,
She’d wink and hours later,
The demon would meet the Devil
And she’d devour –

All I’d known,
All I’d ever know
And all we’d ever be.
Another life, but for some reason, I remembered that smoke filled room under arrogance tonight; maybe it's my obsession with neon.
ThatSynGirl May 2016
As an immortal, people say you have to live eternally, to watch all your friends die. Forever. Every one of them.
But I think one thing they hadn't thought of is that...you find them again. In new people. In new lives. In new bodies. They, just as energy, do not truly die. They are recycled and find new faces in which they live behind.
And you would be surprised how the faces they always find, tend to be so similar to the face you first came to know. Even when they are no longer a male, of African descent, and are now your best female Chinese friend...you'll find you'll always be looking into their new eyes, and always seeing the eyes of the friend whom you met so many generations ago.
And they will know you in their soul even when their previous bodies have departed, and with it, took their memories. The memories that you hold dear to you. Because these are your friends. And they are your life. And you love every one of them.
Sanjukta Nag May 2016
Here, in this
Revolving island,
Surrounded by spacious galaxies,
Crumbling and growing
In chorus

You and I
Stand still, astonished,
Make love beneath
The faces of sunlit raindrops,
Promising forever

A third eye
Behind the forehead, sleeps
Throughout infinity,
Still we enlighten and paint
Each other's heart with our aura’s
Burning colours

Over our hundred years
Old soul, mortal us,
Wearing the coat of stardust,
Changing faces,
Arrive time after time

Through this intense
Whirling ride on a boulder
Called earth, we meet
In the middle of somewhere
And begin our
Beloved meaning of life
Max Alvarez Apr 2016
I have lived
And I have died before
I do not want to make the same mistakes
I do not want to make the fallacy of living life without living at all
Though I understand things need to be done
A job, income, love, and a bed
And at the same time
I know life is not to be wasted on the same trivial things
Lunar Luvnotes Apr 2016
What business do you have getting jealous over me. You already have a wife, you ******* fiend. You ask too many questions. So I mention my non-boyfriend and the crazy in your eye catches me off-guard. If nothing else, maybe I've deterred you. And still there's questions. I never anticipated your coked out reaction. I don't need to be the victim of past life regression every time I enter the kitchen. I never gave into the chemistry cuz I could feel this poison coming from eons away. I never let myself joke with you unless I cracked. I never let myself care for you, and that's a fact. I always avoided eye contact at all costs, I pretend not to hear you when you scoff, cuz its not my fault. I tell myself it's not my problem when I ignore your attempts at connection and you look lost. My rejection is all you should have expected. You're ******* married. Even if you weren't, we have bad juju. It was never gonna happen. You are your wife's headache this life. So leave me out of it. How glad I am that I get to walk away and there's no us, and no children for you to hang over my head anymore just because I want out. You couldn't dare touch who doesn't exist. There's no cowards way to keep me oppressed. How relieved I am you cannot touch me. We are in public, I will never cower to you ever again. Your not my keeper, your just my boss. Get past the past lives. Get over yourself. If you do not, I'll just **** you again.
My soul's take on past life beef. When the ending of a poem reveals one of the many times men made it into its a you or me situation,  if I don't bludgeon you to death in your sleep, you're probably gonna **** me. Once you put that threat on my babies,  its your head your plating. Touch me again, ***** I might be as bad as I had to be.  I didn't understand my deep rooted Aversion to this person til this just came out. I didn't even realize I suffered all that berating about something I didn't even do last shift bcuz of jealousy til the crazy eyes kept flashing in my head then this came out. I never figured my boss was my past life oppresor.. I didn't mention anything about men til today cuz i dont talkabout my personal life with people im not friends with, i did today cuz i thought the thought of me with someone else would be a deterrent, and then i get the metaphorical **** kicked out of me by someone who yes can be ******* but had never once stepped to me, he was the sweetest even when i ignore him cuz he's so intense i feel like ihave to or if it was going back and forth itd just be flirtation. Or maybe I'm just bitter for whatever life I actually got the crap kicked out of me. Alls I know is I'm always a ***** despite the fact that I'm not a ***** to other ppl.and when I'm extra ice queeny, even tho I'm not trying to be, this tuff guy looks intimidated by me and says sometimes your looks could ****, it makes too much sense now. I'm starting to feel bad tho thats two guys from my work I've murdered in past lives that I know of so far, I cross checked myself with multiple psychics before I let myself feel bad :/ i always figure it out on accident. Ishould probably get used to it idon't even want to know how many ppl i killed for petty reasons in that Egyptian life that everyone hired me to poison everybody. No body ever suspects the glorified *******. Well i wasnt that bad i only slept with you if you bought me better jewelry than ubought everyone else and if we had enough past lives for me to care. Even if idon't show poems to whom i wrote them it gives me insight on myself. I always felt like the biggest ***** for never wanting to commune with this person til now. Now i dont care. You do not disrespect me. You don't ******* touch me. I need a new second job.
rachel martin Mar 2016
What are you doing? I’ve been up all night listening to the earth moving,
I’ve toiled through the day without your light to illumine
And I wonder, what are you doing?

You’ve not known even half this night,
It only feels so because it's burned on so long
And the days only feel darker because of my tempest turning strong
And you’re right-
Preparing day and night,
embalming my body with every chemical I can find
Carving and crafting a crypt for my mind.
Ending this torture, heavy,
A man in his mortuary
ready to waste this winding sheet
And feel the earth beneath my feet.


Love, what do you mean?
You’re right in front of me, I could reach out and touch you
Or couldn’t I touch you, only a ghost of my dreams?

No, dearest.
Between this cold and you, it was the cold that was nearest.
Your love could not yet try to interfere it,
I could hear it.
A whisper calling me forth,
It's time I bury whats broken, redeem my worth,
And build myself new.
But to do so, is to do so without you.


So a ghost not yet, but a ghost to become.
Widowing beside your tomb
Wanting to exhume you
But the better part of me will let you rest
As long as the flowers held against your chest are perennials.
TERRY REEVES Mar 2016
JOHN ANDREW WAS DYING OF CANCER,
IT WAS TIME FOR HIM TO GO,
AND EVENTUALLY HE PASSED AWAY PEACEFULLY,
BUT IT WASN'T OVER - AS YOU'LL READ DRAMATICALLY;
'THE OTHER SIDE' WAS THERE AFTER ALL,
HE HAD A CHOICE - TO STAY IN A STRANGE PLACE,
OR RETURN WITH A NEW BODY TO THE HUMAN RACE,
WOULD YOU KNOCK ON THE DOOR - READ ON TO FIND MORE;
HE HAD NO KNOWLEDGE OF FAMILY OR FRIENDS,
IN THE NEW LIFE, LEFT TO HIS OWN ENDS,
HE HAD TO WATCH OUT FOR THE EVIL CHRISTINE,
A LOOSE CANON ***** INCREDIBLY MEAN,
THE OUTCOME WAS REALLY BEYOND WILDEST DREAMS.
DON'T DISCOUNT A LIFE WHERE NOTHING'S AS IT SEEMS.
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