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Danielle Free Mar 2018
The light dances on the sea’s waves like those little skater bugs that hop on a pond. The jitter of tiny lights reminds me of a time that I was fainting; the same specks of glitter shimmering in front of my eyes as I tumbled onto the bed in a cold sweat, mother at my side with a damp, white flannel. But now, as I watch the same twinkling flashes surfing the tide, in the warmth of the sun, they seem not to be as intimidating.
Danial John Mar 2018
We are similar in so many ways
We love and hate pain
We love someone who pushes us away
Someone, someday, somehow, someway
I hate other’s pain, but love wallowing in my own. Real head scratcher
Lyn-Purcell Jan 2018
Tears and water are similar
but have dissimilar
tastes.
Food for thought...
Colm Jan 2018
On days like this
With heavy flakes
Tumbling down
All around
I wish I had another set of eyes
To lose myself in
One more time

*Mirror me
And also you
My mind
Heavy flakes indeed
Lizzy K Nov 2017
I started out as Glass
Not a bottle
or a window
Just glass
shattered everywhere
But that is just what I am
Broken.
Seema Nov 2017
There comes a wave of thunder
A quiver of lightening
As I block my ears to surrender
The images become more frightening

There is this tree covered with moss
On an unclaimed land, far beyond
Feelings chase me as I run across
The tree and I share a similar bond

Close enough to witness it all
The tree is in flames, just like my heart
Collapsed and fell, once stood tall
My heart weeps watching this art

As I prepare to leave, I look back to see
With the flames dying and ashes flying
The cremaition of this beautiful moss tree
I close my eyes to wade off from crying

This ain't real for it is pure imagination
How could I be at a place of such delusion
When it is my own world of creation
Running from my problems,
                       but today I found the solution...


©sim
nanimono Aug 2017
I don't want to be like ravana

Who always looking for vedavati figure

Never tired searching for a figure who isn't exist anymore in the world

Although vedavati as a body has long gone in the world

But her soul is immortal

Immortal in the niches and minds of ravana

Her name will be eternal in his soul

Either ravana can't forget her

Or

Indeed himself who doesn't want to forget her

Maybe it's too divine to forget her beauty

His real love doesn't belongs to Citrawati, Kausalya, Mandodari, and not also Sita

They just a similar figure to vedavati

His eternal love belongs to vedavati
Michael Mitchell Jul 2017
The Sun shines in the Fiery Dawn
While the Moon glows in the Cold Dusk

One adheres to short and sweet haikus
While the other prefers lengthy whimsical sonnets

One Plays the Boy in Love
While the Girl Plays Hard to Get

Distant distinct entities chained by responsibility
Still orbit closer to connect

The admiring fish swims beside the cute crab
They travel alongside in the shallow shore

Yin and Yang
Princess and Prince

Coexist among distinct cultures
Began exploring more than ever before

Courtship has revealed their grayscale similarities
Drawing the couple closer together

Their momentary dates felt like endless dreams
Laughing, playing, talking, studying, hugging and kissing

Their Love became lucid to them
Like black and white

Their hearts now beat stronger in unison
flourishing ever more in harmony
A love poem for my girlfriend (PNG) for our 1st month anniversary.

M&M
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