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Grace Darling Oct 2017
sounds like silence; aching to be filled.

smells like antiseptic; wanting to be clean.

tastes like tears; salty and weak.

looks like my darkened room; messy.

feels like nothing and everything all at once; numb and excruciating.
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John Niederbuhl Sep 2017
Warm spring rain on a tin roof
When I'm out after dark alone,

Snow-muffled tires of a car passing by
When I'm little and tucked in at home,

A song sparrow's voice in the morning
From somewhere high in the trees,

A brook's hoarse roar when the snow melts
And wind in the evening leaves,

The crackling coals of a campfire
The smack of a ball on a bat,

A chainsaw deep in the forest
As I drift away on my nap:

Sounds that bring life to life,
From childhood 'til I turn gray:

If I weren't here to hear them
Would they still sound the same way ?
So many great things to hear....
HeartCore Sep 2017
Something happens when I open my eyes.
I take a deep breath in as I inhale the lies.
That is the size of my price ,
And when I close them I feel that time flies.

A peaceful newborn unaware of this world,
It feels the breeze of life, a grazing cold,
A blow, alternating the surface of the mold.
Life dealt Its destiny, rejecting it, concocting into a fold.

Its eyes covered in slime.
Crying didn’t help ,
Everything was so intoxicating
So, its vision imprisoned its hearing.

My energy, my life, was degrading slow
while something inside me throbs, and grows.
Eating away at my shell as it begins to glow,
Never feeling so high but at the same time so low.

It’s in pain, looking at the world,
Rolling its eye from side to side.
It spits its teeth out, crying aloud
Of the pleasure that calls from the crowd.

Although painful as it was, I can see how beautiful it is.
Naked from human sight
Pure and ugly, deceiving, and beautiful made from creation
Drowning its self in alcohol, only to preserve its progression.
Taste of Power can change somebody. A better you, or a new person can take hold of your temple.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Silence falls truthful
Trouble brews of love long lost
Children laugh loudly

Raining of lovers
Love's embrace is free to go
Markets spread lively

Young women lament
Nothing now collapsing slow
Singers by the lake

Hear beats among friends
Riding over metal bridge
Silence in my mind

Fountains flows lively
Nature's grasp in tranquil minds
Flags drift over there
Haikus I wrote on a bus journey around my local area. Perhaps I should do more of these? I really enjoyed it!
Seema Aug 2017
My body is a chariot
Pulled by five horses
Each day duly proletariat
Surrounded by many forces

The horses are my senses
Tied by the rope of feelings
The driver wears filtered lenses
It's my brain that does the dealings

The rider is my humble soul
Doing its deed each day
The horses alert of the foul
When the driver changes its way*



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"My body is a chariot,
Chariot has five senses such that the horses
Horses tied with ropes, these ropes are my feelings
Feelings in the hands of a driver which is my brain
Brain consoles the rider, and this rider is my soul..."

Inspired by a discourse
Eugene Aug 2017
Mata: Nakikita nila akong masaya kasi sa tuwing tititigan ako ay nangungusap na. Pero hindi nila alam na sa kasuluksulukan nito ay madilim na ang aking nakikita.

Ilong: Amoy na amoy ko pa ang masasayang alaala ng kaligayahang noon ay aking nadarama. Ngunit, ngayon ay unti-unti nang bumabara ang mga sakit at pighating dulot ng aking pagdurusa.

Tainga: Kay sarap pakinggan ang mga nanari-saring tiyempo, ritmo, at tonong iyong napapakinggan. Ikaw ay napapaindak pa at napapasayaw sa mga natamong kasiyahan. Subalit, binging-bingi ka na sa mga masasakit na salita sa iyo na tila wala ka ng kwenta.

Bibig: Puring-puri mo ang mga nagawa mo para sa kanila at doon ay napagtanto **** may saysay ang bawat **** ginagawa. Ngunit, pilit mo na lamang ikinukubli ang mga masasakit na katagang nais **** ipabatid sa kanila dahil alam **** kapag ikaw ang nagsalita, mali pa rin sa pagkakaunawa nila.
Lyvana Nyx Aug 2017
I'm climbing out of
The gelatinous malaise
Of depression
As it relinquishes
It's life draining fingers
Off of my
Barely breathing
Raw throat
I feel the light of
Potential fill me
And I hope
Yet again
For a better day
A better life
One day
Maybe today
As I enjoy the freedom
A reprieve gives me
I'm okay
I can breathe
I can aim small
Baby steps
Without the anxiety
Of needing it
And the next 3 big steps
To be already done
It's okay if I'm flawed
And if I messed up
It's even okay if
I can't fix it
Maybe one day I can
But it won't be today
Today is for delight
In the small things
Like the lovely smell
Of bergamot
In earl gray tea
Or the softness
Of a pets' warm fur
Pressing against you
Today is for beauty
Seen in happy smiles
Of happy people
Who aren't letting
The harsh world
Get to them
It for the magic
That is music
Dancing sound
Today is for the esquisite flavor
Of lime sherbert ice cream
Sweet creamy cold
Refreshing in the heat of summer
Today is for many things
But not for all the negativity
Today is for a break
A gentle pause of life
For I have been sick
Time to recover
To heal old wounds
To learn how to live again
For I have forgotten
It's been so long
Today will be great
Because I will make it so
Anne Molony Aug 2017
It's funny how we relate certain smells to certain things
like how when I smell suncream
I smell summer
I smell days at the lake with school friends
I smell drunk, early morning conversations on rooftops
I smell sun and sea

Perhaps, that is why Martha will stop
at the perfume shop when we pass by it
always searching the second aisle from the back
bottom right, sometimes, bottom left
to see if they still sell it

She'll walk out smiling, stinking of Cinnabar
Blushing
I'll catch her nose in her sleeve later on
walking home
in the park
at the bus stop
I'll wonder what she's really smelling
Who she's seeing
Even when it's scent has faded and can't be made out any longer
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