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pluto Dec 2018
he was my happy pill,
my sad, happy pill
who found both bliss
and sorrow
in someone who
broke him in ways
I couldn't mend.
"It's yours" she admitted, sighing, as she tried to cover the object she held in her hands. "You shouldn't see it"

"Why not?" he asked.

She looked away, a tear falling from her eye. "I can't fix it. It's too broken"

"You don't have to fix me" he reminded her, a sad smile on his lips.

She shook her head. "She broke you deeper than I thought"
pluto Nov 2018
and as I stare into
your tired eyes, I wonder,
was I the rose you kept
or the dandelion you hid?
Karijinbba Oct 2018
Sadly I compare part of my life experiences to a wild CAGED Cheetah's wasted life
Think, for a moment, of a
cheetah, a sleek, beautiful animal, one of the fastest on earth, which roams freely on the savannas of Africa.
In its natural habitat, it is a magnificent animal, almost a work of art, unsurpassed in speed or grace by any other animal.
Now, think of a cheetah that has been captured and thrown into a miserable cage in a zoo.
or smoggled to another country
( like I was.)
It has lost its original grace and beauty, and is put on display for our amusement even sold
(like I was by a nun.)

We see only the broken spirit of the cheetah in the cage, not its original power and elegance.

like my life's experiences
the cheetah can be compared to the laws of physics, which are beautiful in their natural setting.
The natural habitat of the laws of physics is a higher-dimensional space-time.
However, we can only measure the laws of physics when they have been broken and placed on display like in a cage, which is our three-dimensional laboratory.
Likewise people who ventured
to come close to me could only see the pieces of me like
seeing the cheetah
when its grace and beauty have been stripped away
This too is true of many of us doesn't it?
What binds us to space-time is our purest mass, which prevents us from flying at the speed of light, when time stops and space loses meaning,
and no need to worry
if one day our sun will grow bigger burning all before it dies  because all this has been happening to my sun's life metaphorically speaking
men and women made sure I feel the end before I ran out of time.
All my life I sought for one single friend and I was lucky to find only one whom I was condemned to love more than I loved myself deeply enough to let him go.
The biggest mystery in my life was to have sacrificed my love life loving and surrendering all treasures to an unprovoqued undeserved irate ****
slandering many an enemy  
both near and far
both male and female.
By: Karijinbba
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Is it better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all??
True love never dies no matter who benefits from it or who reciprocates
or not very few love unconditionally like I sincearly do. One thing is for sure I never want to be born to be a loser ever again
As God is my witness in my Gone with my wind kind of traggic life I will never surrender whats mine to another woman or man.
as true Love is worth fighting for
Aly May 2018
She deserted her life,
pulled from her young chest,
a view that even roses shied away;
with her blistered paleness
she granted you--

her heart
and soul.
ohellobeautiful Feb 2018
  r i s e



so below
As you progress through this golden stream
Eyes stuck on the endless possibilities of a promising new horizon
You stand content in a revered acceptance

Like an echo of what seems
Gently floating feathers landing upon
Mountains agreed to never meet and greet,instead stood solid in their stance

What is some to the infinite?
Like an ethereal beam of light you turn on
Fragments of a blissful happenstance

Here you are, observing the elements blending
No anger, but a bow, In sincere resignation
Life gave you meaning in a flick of a glance

Altered Perception ©
Izlecan May 2017
What if I was the gush of wind filled up into the laps of ocean
The amorphous flesh and reiteration of
Cynthia Jean Jan 2017
our names
originally written
the Book of Life

the days of our living
they ebb and flow
are ours

His choice
was made known
before time began

He allows
our joys and sorrows
to remind us

that He is there

He is the loving

the One with aching open arms

encouraging us
to make the choice
to keep our name
in that Book of Life

He never forces us
to choose

our greatest choice

the surrendering

and the kneeling

Cj 2017
Our choosing must be done out of love, not fear.
God is pure love
Receive Him today,
Take His hand
make the choice
to walk...and kneel.
Mark Steigerwald Jan 2015
upon a city at sea

by the light in her eyes

As land gave way to ocean,
mountains of rock and earth
surrendering to hills of turbulent waves,
we stood on the deck
hand in hand

We spoke softly
danced rhythmically
and shared the night together

Once far out into the blue
the sun departed from our gaze
and the stars
one by one
began peeping out of the night sky

We laid down upon the deck
holding each other tight.

We sang softly
danced rhythmically
and drank deeply
from the cup of happiness.

Our hearts aligned
our dreams still far out
if only we knew what was coming
if only we could have seen through the shrouded mist of time.

How tightly would I have held you then,
holding you close to me
thanking God almighty for that moment
hoping it would last a lifetime.

But the moment was soon

Our hearts so newly intertwined
broken apart

Thrown suddenly apart from each other
fate had other plans for us

We were cast far away
isolated in darkness;

Heavy of heart
and weary of soul
my inner most being cried out for her.

She is worlds apart from me now
her smile
her laugh
the blue in her eyes
I must say goodbye.

Like a weight in my chest
that night clings to me
latching on whenever I am weak.

Oh to be with her once more
floating upon rivers of joy.

Yet shes gone from me
and I from her.
forever separated by fates cruel trick

At the end of all things
I stand alone

I must let her go
But I will never forget her memory.

The sensation of that night
the magic in the air
the waves lapping gently against the boat
the stars twinkling far above
the lights from the sliver of land left far behind
the smell of her perfume
the warmth of her smile
the joy in my bones
the wonder that I felt

Farewell to that girl
that wonderful girl,

Farewell to that night
that wonderful night.

Forever  will I cherish you.

— The End —