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Chloe Goulding May 2020
The horizon meeting the sky...

The sea of mysterious creatures...

The forest calling out to others...



Oh, how I wonder?

It's beautiful;

It's scary.

I'm so very wary.



The world is known to be cruel,

It has so much to do.

Know that you're not the only one to fall apart...

I know everyone gets lost with no spark.



However, there is something else...

Look out for our footprints, it can be anyone or anything.

Wanderlust is what will make us sing.



Sing with the birds and hear their plea's.

It's truly such a wondrous thing.
I love to wander.
The Foodie One Apr 2020
I am lost
in the breeze
of endless evenings -

Your laugh,
the playful gurgle
of singing ponds.
© 01/05/20

~ chill out evenings ~
Bullet Apr 2020
The architect of the universe
Acts a little sketchy

We speak on our 60 waves movement
The other 40 percent we tell is all struggle

Infinity shares its rip tides
Star light ties down wishfulness

Night life and sun light
Body watering our drive to continue

Soul brought to you by love
Free will lines our aerial focus

Sinning and singing it all out
Hope sends these sonics out to our universe
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Circling around our desires in our designed contentment
To living freely to only die just to wake up to infinity
Lavender Menace Apr 2020
Earth has a broken family,
Mother nature left to drink and play in Vegas.
Father Earth couldn't take the life he was left with. He hung himself with lilac vines.
Earth is all alone, even with the millions of bad people living on her skin she feels like she doesn't really fit in.
Earth smokes with the stars and sleeps with the moon.
What a lonely existence with the rain in the room.
Honestly I just felt like I had to write something
Tea Apr 2020
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Days aren't as heavy as before...
I've forgotten the words that were so sore...
"Position! 1, 2, 3!"
There you are, watching me...

I don't feel the scars in my core...
Sadness isn't my best friend anymore...
"Head up! Back straight!"
There you are, I see you wait...

It doesn't feel like my heart tore...
I've found something to live for...
"Watch where you take breaths! Louder!"
There you are, my eyes go to your shoulder.

I've reached the shore...
Now I can start to explore...
"Smile! Otherwise, you look like a wreck!"
There you are, my eyes go to your neck...

I hear growls and a roar...
I've no idea what the future has in store...
"Do it over! You have to win!"
There you are, my eyes go to your chin...

Giving up is not what I'm going to do...
No one stops me, no matter who...
"Stop being scared of being loud! You don't know fear!"
There you are, my eyes go to your ear...

My thoughts stop trailing away...
I hear what my teacher has to say...
"You are ready. Here are the stage doors."
There you are, my eyes lock with yours...

A few paces to the left and then to the right...
To where I am in plain sight...
I close my eyes and the first notes bring me in the mood...
Suddenly I'm not where I stood...
I'm there where there is no rain...
The sound of my own voice brings me back again...
I look out over the people watching me...
Suddenly I don't care what they see...
I close my eyes again and dance my way around the stage...
I don't care about my wage...
I come back by the microphone...
And even though I'm not alone...
I sing like my heart will break any second now...
Then, my voice fades away and I end with a bow...
I want to dance off stage but suddenly everything fades away...
I look up in the sky that is still grey...
A teardrop rolls from my eye...
And I start to cry...
Surrounded by stone...
Cold and alone, cold and alone...
This was another style I tried, Sorry for the depressing plot twist in the end.
Itunu Apr 2020
Death came in the night,
slinking in the shadows, weaving in and out of darkness
and being stealthy
and he rested on the man's chest.
Death took cover in the blank black of night and breathed out an invisible net and caught,
lives
and took and stole
Death came disguised as sleep and in the vulnerability he snatched away life
and left the part he didn't need in the bed
as a gift, a token
He surrounded existence by his inevitable arms and strangled it, ****** it out.
Death,
he came quietly and like silent destruction,
and scattered the lines of connection,
for the dead, and for the living.

Except but he didn't come just at night.
He came dancing through summer, enveloped in joy and white lilies,
Tap dancing through the mess he created.
Turning souls into memories.

Death followed them to the beach, and spread his cloak in the warm sand, and ran in to the water
after the boy
and pulled him into his arms under the gentle waves
then allowed him to float, lifelessly
like a bouy
He was erratic and unstoppable
Transforming summer days at the beach into unspoken family grief,
celebrated yearly
the day that he swam with the boy.

Death sipped a cool drink and waited, for what to take next.
He sat patiently at the pool, with open arms and a ticket with a name on it.
He was impulsive and careless.

Death sang a song and they danced to it,
each step deadlier than the next
until
they stood at his feet dressed in white covered in permanence.

He followed around with his cart
waiting to pluck the next one
from their line
and to leave behind
distorted and collective grief
set in a bed of white silk
in a casket

Death never slept, but decided which costume to wear.
he had many,
for every occasion.
But on her day,
He dressed as an errand run
disguised as a daily task to the store
he invited his friends;
accident and collision
and told them to wait at the traffic light
and when they saw him,
they ran to meet him in the middle.
And embraced each other,
leaving a mangled ball of assorted metals behind.
with crimson splashes, strewn clothes and full stops
and they laughed
and he carried his 5 tokens
and left behind his signature,
locked the box of their future
then swallowed the key.

And he didn't look back
as he danced beautifully
To everyone we've lost.
Kayla Gallant Apr 2020
Run far away
Until the city lights fade
And the stars grow bright
Run until you hear crickets
Instead of sirens
Until your soles bleed
And your soul screams
Run until you collapse in the tall grass
Until you find your home
Here among the wildflowers
Wildflowers 🌻
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
honeybee
by michael r. burch

love was a little treble thing—
prone to sing
and (sometimes) to sting

Keywords/Tags: love, bee, honeybee, treble, song, sing, singer, sting, stinger, barb, poison
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