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Bhill Sep 8
fires raged as the winds fueled their fervor
taking on anything in their path with incredible force
moving across the ground and leaping up to reach higher fuel
doing only what fires do...
moving with the wind and leaving a path of blackened surface
is this our new reality...?

Brian Hill - 2020 # 247
Nathalie Aug 24
The climb to authenticity
Can be both beautiful  
And unsettling  
At the heart of being genuine
Shadows will be disturbed
It takes courage to
Walk through the forests
On a dark night and
Sometimes it’s easiest
To stay curled up
In the safety of one’s
Haven in fear of
Discovering new truths
The secrets that lie
Undisturbed is one of  
The greatest myths of all
As it is only when unearthing
What rests below the surface
That there is room to
Grow anything new
And it is only
In the light that one
Truly prospers in grace
And abundance  

~Nathalie
Poetic T Aug 19
Ill never write with the constructs
of ink no matter its shading,
                as it has no edges, no fear or freedom.

Instead I use a scalpel to cut clean words
even though not evidentially visible
             all cuts have meaning.


But ever metaphorical stain takes
         time to show its meaning..


You may not see what I mean
         i write in a different manner to


                                    you.
            

But let time show the interpretation
                     that was there but never understood


till you looked beneath the incise significance
               even if not seen now,

                         just realise its there...
Do not
trickle back
down to me;


because the charade is over,
and the people are free.

Once abandoned
you're forever
empty;

an exterior of stone -
with a depth to make one dizzy.

Filled you
in once -
never again,

the irony is in
your lack of capacity,
to merely stand
so hollow,




how   have   you   the   audacity?
How does it feel like,
To be one of those lights?
Sharing thy brightness,
Very contagious smiles.

Oh, I'm awed and psyched
Wish that I could touch you,
To confirm if you're true
Far from illusive hues

Then stare on your never ending happiness,
That is truly evident in your face.
I wish I could have some too,
Your beauty within the surface.
Lara Jun 3
Alone in a world
where nobody understands you.

Nobody gets you.

You just feel alone.



Drowning alone in an ocean of emotions.



Left alone.


Feeling insecure.

Physically alone.

Mentally alone.




Swim to the surface of the ocean.
You can do it.
Get some help.
Be alone with other people.
Be together with other people.
Lara May 24
Emotions
You can’t control them

Some people are able to show their emotions
Some people prefer to not share them

Emotions are private
Everybody decides who they want to share their emotions with

Emotions are a way to express feelings

Emotions can be rough or sensitive

They sometimes drown you
You decide whether to swim back to the surface or go under
Can you control them?
Sage May 19
Underneath the surface,
the earth is the microwave.
We are the engine, we are the heat wave.
The earth and it's rhythm is enough to move the world. We intercede in the natural process, so we corrupt the cycles.
Amanda Apr 22
I am missing a large portion of my heart
A lot inside that's been slashed apart
Forfeited innocence in order to get high
Need to understand it
Need to know why

Need a magnifying glass to see the clues
I'm free to find all the ways that before I did lose
Thoughts kept me on the brink of drowning every day
In the nightmare failing to take me away

I ate and overgorged on rich fantasies
Like colored candy ingested impossibilities
Needed more than temporary flavor
Needed a taste I could always savor

Feed my demons with an abundance of doubt
Awakened in body inside and out
Infestation of insecurity
Like plankton multiplying
Blooming in sea

Floor barely visible underneath clustered stuff
Ask myself why I don't care enough
Brain needs rewiring in the worst kind of way
Stopped feeling human
Instead a statue made of clay

To fix all that is broken is an unrealistic concept
Dance around things I'm not ready to accept
Cloak my open wounds
Hide pain that's only mine to know
Pretend underneath is as undamaged as the parts that show
Although some visible areas are not as unscathed as I like to think they are
LC Apr 12
the waves lulled her
into a restful state
until she woke up
deep in the ocean
with tangled seaweed
around her.

"is this how it'll end?"
"no," a voice whispered.
her body valiantly fought
to reach the surface.
she took a much needed breath
as the waves carried her to the shore.
#escapril day 13!
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