i scraped my knees in the
realms of time
i don't know where to hide
under the willow tree
to find and harvest
the new moon
a cracked ceiling blinks
with long lashes
my long lost friend is
still ice cold
it is not yet spring

greet my reflection if
i go too long
without smiling

a transparent person
it looks a lot like
me

I turn my weird dreams into weird poetry.
Stevee Stone Jun 21

Gotta tight hold on god's colliander,
Looking, searching with love in my eyes.
History's lost in constellations,
Blowed out, breathed out in social sighs.
Are we just fish hung in the air for drowning?
Light rented for night-time skies?

She has her wings open
But it looks broken
She wanna fly so high
Up in the sky

Is something stopping her?
Is something bothering her?
Why can't she?
Why won't she?

Look into her heart
And you'll know what is her desire
True love she seeks
She sees it, but never sees.

Arcassin B Mar 17

by Arcassin Burnham


Would you stay or would you flee?
Would you go as far as burying the love you've always seeked?
Gravitating towards the things that make you sane is the key,
so why do you speak to me?

Would you fall or be on your lonesome in a world full
of demons that'll see you lose some,
of your sanity and dignity, hell is not fun,
Seen some carnations of that'll make you scream and run then call
on the chosen one immediately after seeing the sun,
praising unfair guidelines instead of the man that made
us all,
Breaking laws is why the world ain't free that's why we fall,
Looking for a sanctuary that won't disappoint us,
He warned us.

©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/03/country-filled-streets.html
JAC Feb 13

If you seek adventure
You search for something
You never want to find
Because if you find adventure
You are no longer seeking it;
If you are lost,
You must stop searching
To be found.

The universe called.
Did you send the last upload?
Add your mind to ours.

©LadyofRavenhill 12/19/16
Haiku #12
Annie Cynthia Nov 2016

The seeker seeks for a treasure,
His treasure.
When he finds it, he lays his life to get it.
Though there are several thousand treasures all around him,
He yearns for one.
His body and soul are bound to its way,
Making not him seek the treasure, but it seeking him.

Vyscern Sep 2016

Shall I make my grand return?
Or are you still cautious,
Wary of spectacular entry,
Garnished grandeur,
Needless in all its brilliance?

I feel a presence,
It's hunting, seeking.
It has found you,
And I shall remove it from existence

Eliminate with loyalty,
With heart, with unseen protection...
Ah, loyalty.
A word I do so enjoy, one that I honour

Eripere de tenebris, maneant in tenebras.

My new motto

that last part is Latin
IrieSide Apr 2016

Silhouette of freedom
cast upon mind canvas
a drop of life in desert script
imprints of foot patterns
flow in circle shapes
through life's vacant scape
seeking something more
past the sandy dunes
mirages of love and light
dissipate with further draught

where is the life to be found?

#Classroompoetry

We all want attention
Right or wrong
We all want attention
Seduce for attention
Smile for attention
Gifts for attention
Anything
For attention

propriety of Marion S.
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