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Poetic T Jan 2017
Deliberations are a veil of pigmentation
as I see the transparency of every thought.
a nebula of ideas woven in view, can you
see the curvatures that expand outwards.

Bright moments illuminate the surroundings,
as reflections are seen as the weave of conciseness
exhales in majestic colours.

A tapestry of interpretations which is visualized
differently by everyone. All is vivid in the lucidity
of all ideas that form and coalesce. I could almost
reach out and touch this moment of reflection.
Aly Dec 2016
I saw it in your eyes,
you wished the lights didn't die.
They should never depart
to shine, they should never forgot--
but they did.

I saw it in your eyes, once more.
You wished the waves to come ashore
again, and quench the thirst
brought by drought of April first--
but they never did, again.

I saw it in your eyes,
even you cloud them with lies.
For I promised to always see you
the day you replied, "And I you."
But you never did.
Arcassin B Nov 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


I Was , Liking Your Decisions,
I forgot to mention,

I Was , On An Expedition,
Trying to find The feelin',

I Was , Loving Your Extensions,
I was on a mission,

I was , out of ammunition,
Knowing this would be done.....


Loving everyday of your miserable life trying to find some purpose
In every evil thing you do to everybody girl,
Not A fan Of seeing you like this telling you to get over it in any
Case you have against the world,
How you Been girl? How you been girl?
Can I get a straight answer with no attitude,
Bless your friends girl and your momma too,
Why are all our conversations in all interludes,
Stop pretending girl , that you care,
If anything if you don't know yourself then I know you
More,
What's the motives girl , I'm not trying to pursue you in any
Way that would come off as poor...

I was , kind to you..


I Was , Liking Your Decisions,
I forgot to mention,

I Was , On An Expedition,
Trying to find The feelin',

I Was , Loving Your Extensions,
I was on a mission,

I was , out of ammunition,
Knowing this would be done.....
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/11/kind.html
samantha page Sep 2016
observing from afar
            but not too close for fear of my entire
            whole world crashing to nothing

listening to how things are
            but never saying anything because in the
            grand scheme of things, i know nothing

seeing others' happiness
            but feeling nothing myself, for
            to me, everything is nothing

smelling in the air success
            *but never having a taste of my
            own since i do and am nothing
And there I was laying, my head in his lap. And there he was looking like some sort of Buddha. That's how it went, with me looking up and him looking down. That moment summarized everything we were. I aspired to his level, respect, superiority; he tried to change my ways. There were times when I believed in his power, his creed, and was avid about it, about him. But there were times I struggled to make sense of it all. Was it really what I wanted and what I stood for? There's a time when you are losing your religion where you still go through the motions for a bit, either from fear of change or in a desperate attempt to regain your former fervor. But eventually going through the motions becomes a chore, and then there isn't a Buddha anymore.
This is about when love no longer blinds you
Viseract Aug 2016
I can't stay
I must go
Lost my way
There's no hope
The light fades
And I choke
On the blood
That I wrote
Into my skin
It's no sin
To tell you
I wish the end
Where did it begin?
From heartbreak
To broken friends...

I tried hard
Got nowhere
Saw Death
Got scared
Saw truth
It's not fair
Saw everything
You ever did!

Look I'm sorry
But how does one find hope
When all hope is gone?
Read carefully
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2016
Hush don't wake her, leave her in the quiet.
Hush don't wake her, it's the nightmares. Let her battle the internal riot.

Hush don't wake her, there is no longer any need.
Hush don't wake her, now she must take the lead.
Hush don't wake her, yes we have shown her this ledge.
Hush don't wake her, but, you see, she must be the one to walk over the edge.
(C) 2016
Enola Cabrera Jun 2016
I opened my ears and heard you say
I don't love you anymore
I thought I would come crashing down
But I guess seeing is believing
And what I saw was once a dark gloomy world
Turn into a bright vibrant masterpiece
AE May 2016
Forgotten as I drown in a droplet of rain,
Feeling the power of the water in pain
Silence devours our only spirit or soul
Experiencing fear as you set your goal
The fire burning in your feet
The ache in your fingers To feel the heat
The shallow resemblance of cold blooded sensation
The calling of reckless invitation
To stand on the edge of a cliff in your heart
To taste the bitterness of a sour aimed dart
Then to break the silence with a whisper so loud
To write a melody that joins the crowd
Hoping to feel the turns of earth
As it spins on its axis with every new birth
A new adventure into the open
As life is precious once it's broken
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