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Kewayne Wadley Jan 2017
You are like the sea,
Truth be told there is no other way to put it.
The sound of silence covered in repeated sigh.
A total embodiment of things placed of collective wonderment.
What shall triumph the noise of wave overlapping wave.
Of all things calm you spread your presence,
Drowning in the bliss of serenity.
You and only you could create the quiet hush dreams are made of.
Although
Some tides are bigger than most, 
Of all times, not all are escapable.
Splashing against the shore in a bipolar like disorder.
Crushing everything it touches, selfish in nature.
For every action there is a natural reaction that displaces the initial action.
A need for finding peace in the eye of discord.
This is where your heart becomes a walking representation of the sea itself.
And I the jagged coast, cleansed of any disbelief that things won't get any better outside of the moment.
Pieces of myself lost in you. A constant movement no longer stagnant in thought. 
This is where I consider you the sea, the depth of your eyes covering everything it touches.
And I the boat lost in mid drift, without a care in the world.
A means of transportation exploring a depth of things I never knew to exist.
The things you keep hidden.
Far from the hindsight of eyes, your habits, things you reveal to be true given enough time.
The constant change that happens every moment of every minute.
Still it doesn't take away from it's beauty, the things kept hidden.
You are like the sea, 
A profound way of expression.
And I, the sailor. 
Watching the truth reveal, bit by bit.
Revealing form within, words so true.
Undressed with nakedness, words of the inside.
Uncovered and pure, words of love,
Penetrating the blood, words of the soul.

Voicing in agony, words of pain.
Screaming in darkness, words of loneliness.
Cravings of the heart, words making you mine,
Creamed with kisses, words of embrace.

Words untold and words that die,
Words revealed and killed with disgrace.
Words unmatched for the power of the within,
Words you never hear, for what was never returned- is You.

-Silence
Cheyenne Mar 2016
There's a story on my lips--
Unwarranted, can't let it slip.
On my pen I'll cling, I'll grip;
Bleed my heart through fingertips.

Ink stained page, a wounded soul;
Fine point to slay my self control.
Carnage I could never show
To those I have come to know.

This is a side meant only for
Fellow soldiers out at war.
Faceless under armor worn--
But words we jab revealing more.
Hanna Mae Mata Oct 2015
Listen-
How am I supposed
to word the things
that have already
been elucidated by my eyes
and that have already been yelled
by the pounding of my heart?

Uttering these feelings as words
proves nothing more than me
being
superfluous.
I refuse to be redundant.
Fatima Zahid May 2015
You allow me to believe that the impossible is possible
making the craziness inside of my head plausible,
You allow me to control these abysmal thoughts running through my head
making the endless doubts within me run ahead,
You allow me to escape from the terrors of this world
making me sleep peacefully in bed all comfortable and curled
You allow me to enjoy all the happiness I never got to feel
making all the sadness on my surface begin to peel,
*You are my perfect dreams.
freeing the mind Apr 2015
I never wanted simple, I never quite 'got' it,
Complication was my easy way, As I could hide behind every crack,
With you this was different, There was no hiding,
You pushed all my buttons, I revelead the real me,
Still this is not simple, But easier than the hiding was,
And for this I thank you for saving me.
Suzy Hazelwood Dec 2014
Poetry
is my counsellor
prose
my revelation
the unravelling
of who I am
Jon Elfers Oct 2014
Bane of gasping gentle breath,
Wide eyed searching for car crashed trees,
Crying over mountain peaking,
Peaking out over life times of achieve,
Timid rabbit darting emoticons,
That aren't disguised as suits,
Emailing faults of profiled skin,
Obsoleted by obsessivenessly,
Picking at unreachable kills,
Wasting away from sunny sleep,
While in the background,
The TV play that one movie,
Where everyone dies,
On repeat.

— The End —