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people always see the surface
they don't know the depth
i lay in
irenic
ukiyo
labyrinth
Jay M Aug 2
More than they seem
In the midnight gleam
Emotions run as a stream
Ever flowing, ever growing
Or perhaps moving steadily
Pooling far below
Into an unknown depths

- Jay M
August 2nd, 2021
Emotions are like water, constantly shifting and changing. Sometimes they have a steady flow, and other times they are raging. One can never truly know the depths until they have dove in for themselves.
Strying Feb 11
I gasp for air
I reach for the surface
I fall by the call

I hope I will see
another deity
coming from the sky
like a prince or a knight

I wish for the day
I finally see the light
because I'm drowning in denial
and all the plight
I see in my life
where there used to light.
I felt like writing ab something with drowning because I am truly drowning in school work right now and I have two tests tomorrow which I'm not ready for and so many assignments and school is just so hard right now for me.
Hope everyone is doing amazing and I love each and every follower I have on this platform <3
Svetoslav Feb 10
Teal liquid springs
golden plate glows in center
white cotton flows on surface.
Metaphor for Sky

The sky in a sunny day with fluffy clouds.

Syllable Count: 18 ~ lines 4/7/7 ~ 13 words

by Svetli
noren tirtho Jan 27
I wish I could see how I
look behind the mirror...
without any light,
or surface.

How would I appear
without my reflection?

I wish to take the journey into
that vast expanse of formlessness
where nothing matters:
shapes, colours and even movements.

A trapped shadow
harbours a similar desire!
I opened
a beautiful mysterious closed vase
A deepĀ  punch
Crashed me into darkness
CarolineSD Dec 2020
I remember letting my fingers trail through the cool
Surface of the water,
While the canoe
Skimmed and skimmed
Across the inky stillness of the lake.

Quiet and the sun not yet fully risen

Patterns on the water drawn with my fingertips
And then quickly receding
Back to glass

The world above all dawning blue
And the loons
Begin to call

The stars fall back last,
Giving up one by one to the gentle brightening
Of the Adirondack sun.

Still now, I walk with my fingers gliding through the lake,
Grazing the hidden veil.

There is something deeper here.

I reach one hand for the depths and the other holds the shore,
And I am somewhere aching along the surface
In-between them both.
Initially inspired by a memory of when I was very small, canoeing with my dad on one of the lakes in New Hampshire.
Bhill Sep 2020
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
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