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Maria Etre Aug 2017
When your
heart beats
in a series of code
that your mind
has yet to
decipher
praise your gods
darling
for you're
evolving
Saudade: Saudade (European Portuguese: is a deep emotional state of nostalgic  longing for something  absent or someone that one loves.
Colm Aug 2017
I can almost contend
Almost swear
That I don't age at all
Not even for a second
During those moments when I'm in the air

Flying freely without face
Until gravity pulls me back again
And greets me with a firm embraces

How I adore such things
Like the feeling of what it's like to soar
Quietly through the clever air

With a cutting figure bend the back
And unwind with time
Just to pause for a moment precariously
And hover right there in the air

How flying always makes me feel
That I am lighter than the world

Pressing down no more on me
For I am falling between my cares
There Is Freedom In Falling
Cloudy Heart Jul 2017
I traveled to a city where the buildings kissed the clouds and the streets were so loud I couldn't even think
but in the midst of all of the beautiful chaos I still managed to think of you
we weren't even talking at the time and I thought of you
I thought of how you'd admire the city with your excited eyes and squeeze my hand every time something caught your interest
I thought of how we'd walk the streets and parks for hours and just talk about every little thing
I thought of how we'd lie awake at 4am whispering sweet sleepy words
I thought of how I wished you were mine
I was in the middle of such a beautiful city
everything was so new to me
and all I wanted to do
was share it with you
-m.a
...
Paul Jones Jul 2017
I feel all the space,     sense the atmosphere.
What should be a blur     becomes my focus.
10:45 - 25/07/17

State of mind: reflective; thoughtful.
Perspective: personal.

Thoughts: from observations - of myself. Ironically, I am not that observant. When I look at something, the information being perceived is primarily spatial and atmospheric. Visually, things I clock onto quickly are colour and pattern recognition.

So, motion and light effects fascinate me, naturally... This explains how my art style has developed the way it has, over the years. If I start noticing details, it's usually because I'm switched on and thinking about it consciously. Thus, the blur becomes my focus... making sense of what is hard to grasp.

Listening to: Linkin Park - Meteora (album)

Questions: how greatly does the way we perceive contribute to the person we become? How many different perspectives can we see the same thing?
Àŧùl Jun 2016
There's a lot more to life,
A lot more than just love.
My HP Poem #1092
©Atul Kaushal
Colm Jul 2017
I stroll among the tiny torches
The little flares of yellow light
With the red lights gleaming overhead

Would you climb over me into this good night?

Into the stars amidst the starlight
My feet attached to these sturdy knees
Atop the earth

And I, regretting not that I am alive
But that I cannot reach beyond the sky
With these warming fingers

For though I am a similar light
Within this world
My life is as short and sweet
As the dew which seeps through this good night

How I feel no fear initially
No need to run nor attempt to hide
From the dimly lit trees beneath the moon

For the torches in the summertime
Have always guided this heart of mine
Into the arms of the beloved

The one who is without fault
And who is all of the dawn

For he is everything devoid of fear
He is the opposite
Like the true perception behind time
In the night. He is still there. As am I.
Janae Bello Jul 2017
sometimes i'm too nice
sometimes i don't think twice
sometimes i feel like nothing can stop me
other times i feel like the world is trying to
stomp me
sometimes i glare unaware
sometimes i feel like no one is ever there
other times i feel like i got the best around and i'm
safe and sound
sometimes
bird Jun 2017
you curl away
i showered
you in what had hurt
and made me and
you turned conversation
into sharp edged silence
you turned my page
you stepped away
you made me
comfortable now im
the odd one and i will never
show you my innards again
as if you are a vegetarian
cannibal you ripped me
open and laughed as i bled
out onto your sweet soft skin
and you enjoy it because
you love secrets but you hate
any real inconsistency
which is what i am apparently

i cant help it but to be naive in your image
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