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Brian Ellingboe Jul 2015
Art
Art is what happens when you let go of the fear that comes from ditching the status quo.

It doesn't have to be born on paper, or drawn with a pen. Art is a lifestyle, not a talent created by men.
Neex Jul 2015
The one thing,
The one thing I can't live without,
And that one thing,
It's even in my blood.

I have no courage to share it,
For judgement,
Has become a habit of this world,
*And mistakes are now deadly.
And it just so happens to be all I trust,
All I think about.
Tamzin Stanford Jun 2015
Hugging my soft pillow
As I gather my lost shattered thoughts
I reach for my pen
My best friend.. My old fellow

How much I turn to you my pen? !
Cause you're the only one
who knows me deeply from within
You're always there for me
through thick & thin!
And when I was only ten
you were patient with my silly childish dreams
Like dreaming of being a princess in a legend!
Or becoming a beautiful queen!
You were patient enough with my wierd stupid questions
Like why the sky is blue & not green? !
And when I turned 18
Still I'm holding on you
I'm still so keen
For you're the truest friend I've ever seen!

You slways listen & listen & listen
When no one else seams to be there
You're always there
When all other people just don't care
And my most special thoughts
with me you share

Even the hard feelings
You make me spit it all out of my chest
You take that burdden
And make me always relax & rest

I turn to you
When I'm so weak
For you're the only one who understands me
When I really feeL like I can't speak

You're the only one
Who could read my speechless mind
I turn to you
When all the world is against me and not on my side
You know my every secret
For with you there is nothing to hide
Cause I know my secrets you won't reveal
You put my feelings into words
For you know what I exactly feel

You help me to be what I want
You always encourage me
You never tell me ' YOU CAN'T '

I dreamed to be a poet
And on this moment
I want to thank you
For you're the one
Who let me notice my talent!
"                                                           "
Within my dreams Illuminated

Galaxies travel across Fiery dark canopy

Maybe the Traumdeutung is too much

Of a work before day's work Begins

Above us is also below Us dormitory

Dreaming of our luscious Bodies entwined

Riding each other as Universe was a Wild

Splendid stallion stampeding through Open Space

And her sacred blood turns into the salty Waters

Upon his black neck caressed by the noon

Beneath hot eruptions of Sun's squared light beams

Beneath his magic ebony knited untamed mane

Covering by his pace awaken eyes thirsting

For crystal cold waters deep in the distance

Feeling the pull of a mirage flickering

In the deserts of life; each one crying

Howling alone to the full Moon

Singing to us with strange allure:

"Fairy tales do come True. . ."

*We have to believe!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~
Brent Kincaid Jun 2015
Just in case you wondered
I love all my fellow poets.
Even if you blundered
I think you should know it.
You have taken me places
That I have never been
And unless I read more from you
I will never get there again.

You have painted the insides
Of my mind in psychedelics
Or showed me galleries
Of otherwise forgotten relics.
You let me walk with you
To your personal locations
And taken me on trips
Of twenty-line vacations.

You have used your words
Like brushes full of paint.
You have shown me clarity
And pointed out social taint.
You’ve shared your family
And the lovers in your life.
Some were Lochinvars
And some were a fishwife.

You parsing and your cadence
Helped put shyness aside.
You encouraged me to know you
Where others try to hide.
It’s amazing that in one page
You manage to become a friend
And then you stay with me
Long after the poem ends.
Does my mirror lie?
Or maybe my vision is just blared.
I was told that I was created
To bear both beauty,
And wonders.

So I wash my body,
Clean my face,color my eyebrows
And glitter my lips.

I awoke to view the mirror,
In the early hours of the morning,
Before the water and the glitter I beheld.

I was molded by him,
His gentle hands caressed my face,
Even as he breathed in me
The spirit of life.
Gave me strength,vision and a will..
So that I can be wonderful.

Yet,
I cannot see any of them in the mirror..
Talents go beyond the beauty of the face.. Its only the mirror in the soul that expose them..
And so I wonder..
oh my stars Jun 2015
look at his talent that's
burning pages and hearts.
he's tearing down buildings
with the power of his words
inspired by a girl mourning over love
(she still loves you)
Styles May 2015
I ponder,
if he is looking down on me.
Wondering if he made the right choice.
This precious talent -- going to waste,
out of fear; it may never see the light?

I wonder,
What we he do the next same;
about this talent of mine --
let me waste it a second time,
or pass it on to a child of mine?
Elizabeth P May 2015
You know what inspires me, readers?

A master.

"Of what?" you might ask.

Any talent.
Any science.
Singing.
Medicine.
Dance.
Chemistry.
Painting.
Arithmeti­c.
Theater.
Literature.
Even something as simply beautiful handwriting.

Anyone who can execute their talent with excellency and proficiency above my own abilities, to define such a term.

All entice me into improving my own skill set
So that one day I might be a young match for the known and loved.

Inspiration.
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
Today I gazed into the mirror
Realized I'm, I've been and
Different will forever be.
I realized something else
That somewhere out there
There's someone like me
Living within his own confines
Better versions of everyday
He constructs and life redefines
Someone who thinks reality is wrong
And dreams are for real
Someone who once struggled against the wheel
And realized it’s got a stronger will
Someone whose weakness is their strength
Someone who always goes alength
Someone who knows that the normal Train left
While they in the day slept
So they have to wake all night
To think, imagine fight and write
Someone who knows the past is abreast
That they can surf the wave of life to her crest
For while others are in motion
There's always them at rest
And that fact addressed
Now embrace that notion
Someone whose cyclone is cynical
Going past the usual pinnacles
In a struggle to being a pinnacle ladder
Someone working ****** harder
Someone different but feeling no shame
Knowing our differences make us the same
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