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Desire Dec 2019
A sparkling light of hope shines
With a heart rate multiplied by 2
The feeling of comfortability and divine
Is part of that third eye breakthrough
Desire Dec 2019
Physically i’m immune
To those lucid dreams of just you
A star gazed night of love so blue
Darling you make me anew

Your eyes shine so bright I recognize the truth
A glistened glare so hostile and ruth
You care so much it leaves you confused
And I remember it all because it represents you

Your skin so soft and pure
With a tint of ecstasy feeling nerves
Has my emotions passionately increased
As I think of you and your beautiful being

I see remorse and care in the most mystifying ways
As I look at you on your different days
When the moon protects the sun as night
I reminisce your heart when its near mine

Your choice in beliefs and expressions
Has surely put me under the virtuous impression
Of you being so satisfied of your livelihood
Of you including me in your life for the greater good

You make me feel so euphoric and delight
My eyes glimmer of glee when you smile so bright
So contagious and yearning I’d beg for your soul
Only because I know the greatness it beholds

When the universe seems distraught in our behaviour
And it pokes holes in love to discredit our nature
I look to you for comfort in support and strength
And there you are against the world for us and our romance

Never would I ever give up on your aura
Your heart is a desirability, you are my pandora
Loving you is the most greatest warmth
My love you are the light of my storm
I wish I could take your line of sight…
I’d direct it so that you could see;
Through the shadows of my world is light
Yearning for the opportunity.
 
Words of the stars in the sparkling night
Whispering in good company;
Speaking to love, its glory, its might,
And of life’s subtle moments of harmony.
 
I’d unveil a future vision so bright,
It’d seize what is known as reality.
A promise that all things go right…
Without dread or misery.
 
I’d amplify passions to excite,
And swear them false if seen differently.
If I could open up, but folded tight,
I calculate rather than let things be.
 
Am I bereft of love by cupids spite?
Or am I to blame for this tragedy,
How am I cast in your line of sight?
For I fear what you might not see.
Eleni Nov 2019
We all find in those moments
Where we feel a fraction of our being-
Intense despair for something we
Had yesterday or lack
In our celestial thoughts of
Greatness.

If our thoughts in these times of sadness
Were mapped out in the universe
There would be implosions
And constellations crashing against
The harmony of our galaxy:
The system we seek to control.

But to control it is to misunderstand
The mysteries and inconveniences
That give us awareness of
Habits we should leave
People we should farewell
And wounds that must seal.
Mitch Prax Nov 2019
Poetry cleanses
my soul of the grime and dirt
of reality

8:44 PM
28/11/19
Anastasiia Nov 2019
Nothing feels like home;
Home is where I  AM.
Home is my heart
to dwell in this dream
called reality.
happycoollove Nov 2019
in stillness
such bliss
movement
takes me higher
asanas and breath
combined
open up a path
straight
to the heart
of the divine
away from
the thinking mind
to the light
how sweet it is
such bliss
in stillness
this poem is dedicated to all of my yogi fellows out there: namaste. may your yoga journey take you higher.
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/6/2019

Don't hope for any light

Don't hope for any light in the midst of a storm,
neither on earth nor in the sky.
For whoever awaits it will certainly die
and he'll be a bell, ringing at his own funeral.
And only those won't be covered by the dark coat of night
who within themselves will find the light,
to clearly illuminate their path,
by kindling their own spiritual fire.

*by kindling their own fire of the spirit all alone.

A Toast

A fool would be the one who wants at sea depth
to quench the thirst that burns him from the inside,
who, clinging to the wide wave,
rises up with her and collapses into the abyss.
A fool! ... Life, the great cellarmaster,
is only going to give him a goblet full of bitterness.
Even without us, the seas flow into the abyss -
long live the wine!...

Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)
Friends, enjoy! I apologize for any mistakes - I'm always doing my best!
XnwxrMxlik Nov 2019
I'm on a mission of self-destruction.
Happy with my addictions;
Need no salvation.


Cursed with imagination,
Used to think as a commendation.
Then realised it has no limitations,
Absorbing radiation from Satan.
No marks of mortification.
Won't tolerate invasions,
Or be ready for penalization.


Character assassination, impatient expressions;
Celebration on each month of taken
Showing off relation, less communication
Reason for segregation.


Needed behaviour modification, my soul in rehabilitation
Now, I prefer isolation, a good long vacation;
Far away from damnation,
Searching for a destination.
A place for inner peace, for purification...
The real fight is against your own self
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