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Lilly Gibbons Feb 2015
There was a place where a light wind blew
And swished away the leaves,
Pushing past the great, exposing the new,
Meandering through the trees.
A place where many trod but few could see.
Where all had been and come to pass
But more than often leave.
Considered by none, walked on by many,
This place was no ones first time,
A venue so guilty of mass interception,
Now a place that is momentarily mine.
Fingers sweetly stained, ripe for a licking,
Bushes bow to greet, the artist who is picking.
Carefully placed signs to protect outsider intrusions,
No handprints or footprints in sight.
All access not granted, made more appealing
By the unmasked blanket of night.
Bowed branches hung slightly,
Not tampered, cut or blown.
This dwelling reserved for nobodies pleasure,
Leaving the lost be unknown.
Shivani Lalan Dec 2014
Begin anew.
Start afresh.
I want to go
to a place
where there is nought
but my heart
splayed out like
waves over the rocky beach.

My emotions will flow as
the waves caress,
gently,
each grain of sand,
every grain of sand
in the teeming lifelessness
of the sea
that cannot be
fathomed.

The tides ebb
and the tides
flow;
but the water moves not.
It is still and will be,
for change does not
skim the beach.

Begin anew?
Start afresh?

You try it first.

The waves will,
for once,
wait
and
watch.
Michelle Garcia Nov 2014
i'm not searching for "just for fun,"
the puppy-love craved by children
who desire clammy hand-holding
and uncomfortable glances

i don't want "just because"
or a filler just for now
until someone with brighter eyes
and a genuine smile
decides to replace me

i don't want to be a second option
or to force smiles
or to try and impress
all for the sake of a title

i want not being able to fall asleep
even with the weight of a whole day's stress
resting upon my heavy eyelids
and i crave
not being able to breathe
because then, the empty spaces
and incomplete pieces
in my lungs
in my heart
in my brain
will be overflowing
with thoughts of you
Vanessa Nov 2014
I am made entirely of scars and bruises that could never possibly heal or go away and the spaces between them are places I've left open for you to use as you please.
Sir Douz Dante Nov 2014
I usually can write,
but sometimes words dont come out right,

i usually can sing,
but sometimes my voice can sting,

i usually can paint,
but sometimes my colours are faint,

i usually can fly,
but sometimes i dont even try,

i usually can laugh,
but sometimes i wanna cry,

i usually can charm,
but sometimes am a ******,

i usually can love,
but sometimes am layed back,

i usually can advice,
but sometimes am the fool,

i usually can give my heart out,
but sometimes an emotionally bankrupt,,,

i usually get weird,,,
but sometimes am normal,

i usually can do a lot,
when am up to it of course..
But sometimes i choose not to,

its just me!
Emmy Nov 2014
I realized today that there are spaces in letters
Spaces in atoms
Spaces between my fingers and my toes
Between the hairs on my head
Spaces in between the floorboards in my room
Wide open space
The kind where you're standing on a mountain
Trying to catch the stolen breath, beauty thieved from your lungs
There is blank space
The spot where you write your name at the top of a paper or the kind where complete bliss wipes the ***** chalkboard of thoughts in your mind
Space where the moon floats
The universe exists
Then there is the aching space between bodies
Clinging so tightly to one another
The kind that two souls eclipse in attempt to defy theoretical physics
I concluded space is an amusing thing
It makes you **** your head
Humans try to fill it up with their bodies, their thoughts, and their emotions
Space is like time
Both are concepts
And I will irrevocably attempt to fill the spaces between my fingers with yours and think about you at 4AM
Bewitched under reality's charm,
Never dreamt how it shall one day harm.
What was then,are not those now.
Lovers bloomed-beneath the icy flow
Fingers entwined,twitching the air
Abrupt happiness,they never stay.
Feel deep within,they always say.

What if they knew empty spaces-
Was this heart's only sweet escape.
Come close enough
And you shall see how-
Yesterday's flower wilted like a distant memory.
Lips tremble as they form your name,
The last strength to embrace-
Faded stars and footprints of grace.

Tell me someday,dreamers we all were-
To rebuild a broken landscape.
Spilled colors on that pale canvas-
Magic takes time-and there-
Fixed with the vow of tomorrow.
And here,I am home again.
In these quiet spaces,
I become temporarily deaf
to the meaningless noises
that seek to define me.

In these quiet spaces,
my soul is nourished;
surrounded by silence,
my spirit soars upward.

In these quiet spaces,
my focus turns inward,
knowing that His Presence
is co-mingled with mine.

In these quiet spaces,
the renewing of my mind
occurs as my life, is…
humbled before Him.

In these quiet spaces,
His divine, sacred wind
envelops my frail essence
with indescribable peace.

In these quiet spaces,
consumed by His Presence,
I sense undeniable power
of God’s authentic Love.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Matt 6:1,6; Rom 12:1-2; Jam 4:8;
Heb 13:15-16; Psa 46:10; Phil 4:7

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
  
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
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