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Ghelli Jul 2015
Under the black light
You lay bare.

A band of luminescent pearls
Declare your smile
And the rainbow whorl
A cascade of electricity

Humility and humbled
We throw ourselves to the void
My back carved like the grooves,
Aged wood of the telephone trunk

A playground of negative space
And in my haste I remember to savor the taste
Of the chemical calm
Of the drone inside the walls
As we embrace

Until dawn.

Nick
LovelyRhpsodist May 2015
-
Wonder not,
    If I stare:
    I don't mean
    to make you feel uncomfortable.

And do not mind
      my sight
      soak deep within your skin.

However,
     do forgive me;
     what a helpless girl,
     just lost in re-ve-rie.
-LR051115 // for my love
Clay Feet Mar 2015
The mourning moon is
Catchlight in your eyes.
Zach Hanlon Feb 2015
A vast universe of such fragile things
The concourse of supernal entities
The fatigued rule of vagaries as kings
A tarriance of languid remedies

The journey into the realm of the mind
Safe within the thoughtless comfort of sleep
Enthralled in visions of such a kind:
little trivial things in our souls we keep

Awake from the Depths to the blinding light
Overwrought with the encroachment of Dawn
Wandering the day, longing for night
Darkness to Day like the king to its pawn

In the amenity of night we flee
Enveloped in the dream, we remain free
Selena Jance Feb 2013
Maybe only slowly, can someone
come nearer, and closer, in thought,
where he might be a sliver

of painted visions on a glass
ceiling. Somehow, as thinking fades
and the colours take precedence. Blue

purple hues, taking place on the
pink of a lovely sight or thought. He felt he
needed to trample what I have come

to, shatter this illusion of a
benevolence. He cracked my gauges,
took the defenses right away. As my

last stroke failed, a broken lance of the
first. Silently he cuffed away his iciness, pursuing me
with a granite effortlessness. Then the impermeable

onyx kissed my mouth and went away.


© 2006
Morrison Leary Jan 2015
Born to die, immortal we are not,
dwelling on the past, we descend looking back.
No memories of the womb, a black existence.
The cyclic pattern, a psychotropic dream,
monolithic, no hidden seams.
Climb into the abyss,
another reverie.
Morphic resonance has made the arrival,
another chance bequeathed.
A silent gift of opportunity,  
an experience we don’t recall.
Don’t fret, just live it all.
PrttyBrd Nov 2014
This poem has been submitted for possible publication.  It will be reposted as soon as possible upon final determination.  Please feel free to peruse my poesy at your leisure.

Thank you so much,
PrttyBrd
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Anand Oct 2014
Her Scent
came wafting to me
drifting over the waters
floating through the air
fluttering amongst the woods
waving along the shores
of the Sea
of my Mind,
faintly perceived...
Entangling me in a Reverie,
Transcending
my state of Presence,
my Existence
to a place
where She stood
Alone
Smiling
and
her Scent
lingering
over my Senses...
becoming one with my Breath..
Absolute Bliss!

What else one can ask for?
Inspired from a musing by rhymesmith and Dajena M
cmy Oct 2013
In the loveliest reverie I was walking by
Your voice I hear low and calling
My name the trees echo and sigh
The waning yellow mountains sprawling
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