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Ope Jide-Ojo May 2017
Swallow your wishes

Like a swallow swallows the wind-

You have only just begun to walk

We heard these things one time too often

Almost like we never heard it at all

We spent the rest of the days thinking,

Deep in diverse musings,

Ears open for deep nothings,

Hopes for meaning dropping from the skies

Like the skies dropped answers as rain,

Like the skies dropped answers as rain



We danced, happy as the sun

Eyes open for all of its brilliance

We lost time; we were never in time

For the first time we had a taste of God

Forgotten moments, one stretched into many others,

Never ending continuum

Till we enveloped the universe,

Till we enveloped the universe:

We made many others



We lost all we came with

Crashing into one other plane-

Before we became gods, we slept

Sit at table with the ages,

Converse with the days, days on end

Days without end, sempiternal stretch

We believed what we believed

Making what we can into what we believed,

And all the rest were true

Like a swallow



We flew like falling stars

Piercing into the mind of wonder,

Truth variables and conflicting paradoxes-

The dead were asleep

While we walked the other sides:

The other sides of reason

Like a swallow



Ashes risen, fiery resurrections

Parallel worlds closing in on each other

It was the discovery of madness,

An awareness of the powers of the mortal mind

Twisting desires, twisted cravings:

They were all given to unnatural uses, one for the other

For want of propriety, inconvenient fates

Shed skins, like shed feathers

Like a swallow



In the end we disappeared

Out, out, out of time

We ceased existence

We believed what we made

Stuck in our own madness, we disappeared

As our wings opened to the sun

Our voices loud, ringing to eternity

Spirit soaring, rushing thunderclaps

Plummeting down earthward

Like a falling star

Like a swallow



Like a swallow swallows the wind

You have looked into the sun, and lived:

You have only just begun to walk

Falling star; now your spirit takes wing,

Wind

Like a swallow
today i woke up to see the sun rise
but her face came in front of my eyes

difficult it was to make myself realize
that her love was only her beautiful lies

she left me because of some reasons unknown
but her absence made me forever alone

don't know why im still in love with that girl
don't know why i still believe her as my pearl

my soul cries
my heart dies
when i see her in
my dream skies

i hate her
but i love her
as i can't love
my hate for her
Lillian Harris Apr 2017
I am not Atlas
I cannot bear
The weight
Of the skies
That I am
Under
MC Hammered Mar 2017
our celestial protector.
She cradles us in her branches and reaches
us towards the Sun. She fertilized us
as young seeds before the harvest. Feeding
us the fruits from her feet. We breathe in the oxygen
she filters through her brown barked body.
Suckle at her ******* for air.
Like our mother, we too are rooted
in soil, nourished, and nurtured by her
natural nutrition and her
natural

disasters. She,
throws us from her
branches, her skies grow grey.
Grow angry and sad. She starts to
cry, growling, thrashing and thundering.
Her winds whip us, whirl us we weave back and forth,
trusting the roots she gave to hold us
down in our foundations.
But the ground beneath our soles start to
shake and rumble. Soaked soil from Mother’s cries, turn
to mud, and our world starts to wash us away.  
She drowns us. Mother Earth,
our terrestrial
terrorist.
the sky this very day
has a humdrum appearance
it's shaded in grey
Mysidian Bard Mar 2017
Reaching out across the stars,
we've had to fight since birth,
so that our burning avatars
could unite our lights on earth.

Arms raised not to withdraw
beneath the crying horizon,
a closing coup de grâce
where a shattered moon is rising.

Towards one another we race
with no space left to divide
the endless dancing embrace
of two worlds that finally collide.
within a day, we'd forced the world to stop.
within a week, we'd broken what it meant to suffer.
in two months, we'd traveled eternity.
within a year
we'd left the gods.

but no matter how much we tried,
no matter how much time we burned to ash,
we could never destroy
inevitability.
riwa Jan 2017
She is a spring day;
When she is sad, the sky cries with her,
but seconds after, the clouds open up and a rainbow shines through
each color representing a different tone of her laughter.

she does not realize that her presence is as powerful and illuminating as the sun itself,
she* is like the sun itself.
It is a shame she does not understand how beautiful she is.

Her words are butterflies lingering in the air,
Her actions as clear as rushing rivers.

She is a spring day;
when she is sad, the sky cries with her,
but seconds after, the clouds open up and the birds chirp a melody that lets her know:
**she will be okay.
Part of a series of poems I've written for my closest friends.
(12.28.16)
Sandoval Jan 2017
He* named a star after me not knowing I gave birth to them.


*-Sandoval
André Morrison Jan 2017
There're Two Kinds Of People
Those Who Prefer Blue Skies
Those Who Prefer Grey Skies
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