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Thoughts in flames, soar high
PASS the Extinguisher words
Art under control
Thoughts from times,  when life is busy and writing takes a backseat :))

PASS- Pull Aim Squeeze Sweep, words
Tori Schall Feb 2019
Follow the path, that I’ve set out to claim.
So many things, that I could never dream.
Don’t leave me standing, out here in the rain;
Where it spirals down, in cracks and in seams.

Once upon a time, in a far far land;
I read a story, one of make believe.
Where dragons would soar, so noble and grand;
And knights on horses, wore hearts on their sleeve.

The princess would wait, and hope for the day;
Where her dearest, would take her heart and strum.
And when she is free, she would gladly say;
Praise my savior, O’ I knew he would come!

And as this adventure, comes to a close,
She will awaken, and sing out her throes
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2019

Hurt
by life;
saved
by love.

H Jan 2019
i love you

i love you more than you could ever imagine...
the flaws that bruised your mind
the scars that made your life change
my heart sinks at the thought that we were so far apart
my soul feels pinned down and strangled at the thought of you getting lost
because i finally found you....
nothing else matters now that i have you here with me
every bone in my body will snap for you
every muscle in me will fight for you
for you to never get lost
for you to never feel empty again
the world has been so cruel to you
but the universe had a route for you
a route that led you to me
we love you
so let the pain go
let the hurt heal
forgive...because i promise
i will never let you go
Mercia Jan 2019
Under my skin
Cyan blood flowing through my body, sending my heart on a drumming quest for a feeling
A feeling that wants to escape through my knife tattooed wrist
We fall in love and hurt one another.
We live with hidden emotions.
We live with a camouflage hiding scars from the human satellite,called eyes.
Falling in Tim Kuilmine, creating a comfy home for the lovers of solitude

I fell into this safe haven, knowing that no one dared to enter the world of the hurt
Until life sent a Prodigy into my hollow life
He was the moon on my sleepless nights
He was the sun shining on my cloudy day
He is the rain that kisses me on a beautiful stormy day
This Prodigy came into my my life like a feather causing mass destruction

I hated this Prodigy who took me out the comfort of my hole
Who made me laugh when depression clawed under my skin pleading to be released through my wrists
He caused a hail storm of emotion when he hugged me
Here today gone tomorrow i chanted
But he was here today and tomorrow
He made me stop giving the demon a path to dance from my mind to paper
I started seeing stars after months of solitude and clouds
Prodigy became VY Canis Majoris.
Greek Gods never understood him for he was sent to save Proxima Centauri

My love for him as my depression turned into insecurity
But he saved me
For now
This poem is a poem that is still being edited. There are a few things you need to know before reading the poem.
When a colour is described/said, it will be given in the photo negative form. The poem is a mixture of love and self-diagnosed depression. Names are never mentioned in the poem. This might be the whole poem, or just the intro. (As i said it is under editing). This poem was written at 3am and is inspired by a wattpad book called Saving Everest. If you dont know the names of the stars please google it
Poetress2 Dec 2018
He is our God,
the great, "I AM;"
Who created us,
before time began.
~
He cares for us,
as nobody could;
He accepted us,
when nobody would.
~
He watched us grow,
He watched us play;
And He never once,
turned His face away.
~
The great, "I AM,"
deserves all our praise;
Not only on Sundays,
but everyday.
blackbiird Dec 2018
the secret to loving You
is knowing that I was loved
even before I took my first breath.

the secret to knowing You
is knowing that you Knew me
before my mother knew me.

the secret to spending eternity with You
is to walk with You in the present.
Kimi Dec 2018
drip, drop, drip, drop.
pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

the sounds of water is why i'm not dead.

the drops of rain hitting a leaf has saved my life.

a leak in a faucet has pulled me from my ledge.

the faintest reminder of greatness shakes me back to reality.

the mind tends to focus on thought very deeply in intense situations.

my mind focuses so hard, I float.

I dissipate into a world of emptiness.

a world of nothing.

until I hear it.

drip.

reality hits.

i'm back for now.
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