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Ram B Dec 2015
Intoxicating,
Swirling...
But stop!

Feel the warmth
It's there.
It's here.
It's floating.
It's Love.
Scarlet Niamh Oct 2015
Brooding overhead,
swirling, storming;
other hearts warming by fires
as mine shivers with delight;
beginning to wash over me,
chilling me, relieving me.
Purified.
~~ And I look forward to the rain, again. ~~
Solaces Jun 2015
Hey! What's that under your house.
A hole, a swirl, perhaps a spiral below.
It sounds a lot like humming bee wings.
Like a colony singing in harmony.
It feels warm when you get close to it.
A warm place indeed.
But I see what you have done here.
A sinister plot you scheme.
The hums are they.
They are coming.
Coming for us in this Hot month of May.
But they are not coming!
For they have already arrived.
In our lungs in our hearts they make us all die.
This hole, this swirl, this spiral below.
Has been around since the beginning.
Taking all of our souls.
Its what makes it whole.
A hole, a swirl, perhaps a spiral below.
Kathleen M Mar 2015
Chunks of brain litter the ground
Thoughts and dreams settle on the water like oil
Swirling and colliding in the night air
The sky breathes a great sigh
The land shivers cold
I stand where the sand meets the sea
A creature perched on my tongue
Side to side leaning preparing to soar out across the endless black above and below
I step into the inky waters, my legs disappearing beneath the surface
Wading out into calm waters that drop off to unknown depths
What swims below
Would they turn me away if I went sinking down
If I tried to become part of that dark world, untouched by human hands
Would I glow from the inside
If I sank down would my internal smouldering light the way
Would I be welcome with the squid and the murk
Would those quiet unmarred creatures sorround and keep me
Would the large eyes and many limbs understand the depths I must reach
Would they bring me down and help bury me in the silt at the bottom
Would they sweep the fine particles across me
Covering and comforting my restless skin
Would the dark and the stillness there bring the calm I crave
Would I be put to rest
Would I find peace
Dawn Anderson Nov 2014
In motion
     Always in motion
Life
     S   W   R   L   S
Around me
    And all I want
Is for it
    To
S
T
O
P
I feel tired

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