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Tamara Walker Jul 2018
Where is god in these swirling galaxies?
Maybe she is found in the peak of an eclipse
In a ball of gas in the *** of the universe
Purple moons orbit me to find he
Speak to me tomorrow morning
Rather I would say much more is another issue
Burning out the insides
Cause we are all made of star stuff
Very small piece from something very large called Plenty Words.
Dustin Dean Jul 2018
What follows is not a tracing of steps
But an illumination of what we let
Become in an ambiguous reality
A hallucinating fine tuned fallacy
Each vastly different than the former
Merely, we are a stream of transformers
That will be everywhere at the end of time
forestfaith Jul 2018
Me-

Did I smile?
Did i laugh without tears, did I shout, and screamed with no fear,
Did I dance? Did I pretend I am okay?
I am forgetful sometimes, so please remind me of my pain....

God-
Did you miss me?
Did you see me in the stars,
Did you see me, as  I looked on the other side of the road, past the cars.
Did you see me, smiling from the moon, did you see me, warming you up at noon?
Did you see me, in between the leaves, did you see me as I danced while you're asleep....
Did you see me, as I shut your eyes.
Did you see me, as I kissed you from up high...as I sang a lullaby...
Maybe I haven't been noticing you God....
Austin Jul 2018
Simplicity in nature, yet the universes' greatest venture.

Simplicity can be a colossal understatement.
Seething with emotion, and spiritual requirement.


Searching, observant for an answer.


Forthcoming the search, the mind has become sealed.
Blank and hollow, the eyes have become peeled.

Blinded and dulled by mischievous lies.
Enchained, the soul will require lye.
Sometimes life isn't what it seems, or you are searching in the wrong places.
Elizabeth Jul 2018
Soon I realized that nothing comes easy with love. Sometimes we aren’t always meant to be no matter how hard we try and other times we didn’t try hard enough. Sometimes we fall into love and then we fall out of it the same way we came in, crashing hard, burning, hurting, pain. I wish I could believe that love was an easy thing, I wish I could believe we’d meet again at a coffee shop in thirty years with lives of our own and realize we should have been together all along. I guess I’m wishing for a false reality that you only see on the big screen, you only read in fairytale stories. For those afraid of love I understand why, I understand that the one who told you she loved you the most and promised to never leave was the one who left you bare and cold and freezing on that December night. She left you on your doorstep, the same place you met, the same place she told you she wanted to stay. She wanted to stay but she’s up and left and all that’s left of her is her scent and those memories. Love is gone. Love is lost. You are lost.
Fairytale stories are an escape from reality
Mira Jul 2018
When cameras were first invented,
The photographs were in Black & White,
Yet, the happiness was genuine and colourful.

Now, in this era,
The photographs are full of colours,
Yet,
Our happiness are colourless
Just like old Black & White Photographs....
Reza Bavar Jul 2018
I’m going mining today
I’m digging in that place between
My pain
And
My grave

My hands are covered in it
The dirt and the ****
Of a lifetime
Of the lifetimes before me
So far back no one knows their names

I’m searching for treasure
It has to be here somewhere
But so far
It’s just the dirt
The dirt
And
The ****

I’ve dug so deep
I can’t crawl back out
I can’t forget about it
I can’t let it go

It’s death
Or
Treasure

One of them is definitely down here
It’s as simple as that

And so…

I’m going mining today
Like I did yesterday
And the day before… and for everyday I can remember

I’ll dig and dig
Until memory of me fades
And my dreams fall from the sky
Past the stories that promised happiness
Beyond the eyes that captured my heart
Away from the lights of the shore… Into the oily blackness I’ll swim
That place no one wants to follow me to
That place everyone tells me doesn’t exist
I’ll dig
Long enough
Hard enough
With everything I have
And…
When I arrive
I’ll send you a card

I’ll invite you to mine
Follow the tears, the blood, and the sweat
Look for the light of my soul

“That was the treasure!” I’ll declare
“Now let’s find yours”

I’m going mining today
You don’t have to… you can stay
I’m already covered in it…

The dirt
The ****.
Felix Jul 2018
When the sun sets a few hours later
When your garden blossoms in sun
That's when you know
The season of loss has finally come

Prolonged by the body's resistance
Sunglasses slide and prove tears
You lost someone during winterfall
Now spring-cleaning throws you out
To newborn raincrumbs

In theory,
spring is but a transition between snow and beach
A deprecated definition without any shade
For us romantics, it was never so vague
But a cool-aired love story
That ended in May

I can't tell you I loved you, or that it was important in my life
I was broken and sentenced to leave before April was done
But two years later, I find myself in a state of certainty
Spring is here
And it's wiped me dry
Thank you for reading.
Elizabeth Jul 2018
It's what's in the night sky on mid-July evenings that reminds us to keep searching for beauty. The stars don't fear yesterday's sadness or the morning clouds that loom over the sky, covering the sun and all it's beauty, the stars are always just as bright. The stars remind us to keep searching, the milky way reminds us that there is hope for something bigger and better and even the little stars who shine a little less bright, remind us that we're still important even when we seem small. I hope you find what you're looking for. I hope your wish upon that shooting star comes true.
A shower from the stars will cleanse your soul
Elizabeth Jul 2018
I hung the pressed flowers on my wall today, the ones you gave me last spring. I don’t know why I hung them because all they do is remind me of you but, they look nice where I put them and they still have a rosy smell. A way of being. As they sit there I wonder if they feel lonely like me, I wonder if they miss your touch and the way you handled them carefully, just like you did with me. They are fragile and so am I. I wish I were like a flower who deserved a soft touch from beautiful humans and baths of sugar and fallen leaves.
Soak me in love and powdered sugar
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