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Erian Apr 13
"You're my sun,"
He murmured, picking up the traces of daisies
That scattered the ground,
"My moon,"
He caught the petals as they fell from the cluster,
"My stars,"
A sigh parted his lips,
Dropping the injured bouquet from his hands,
"And everything in between..."
The petals spread near him
Like diamonds flashing on the soil
Forming a cosmos around his tracks.
He lost himself for love and in return,
The galaxy lost him too.
Erian Apr 12
We'll be tracing the stars
Across the midnight sky
Hands intertwined in the glistening snow
If only you'd know

Performing like asteroids
Flying in the air
When you're around me
Falling, falling
If only you'd know

We'd piece the suns together
Like a puzzle in our hands
countlessly reaching
Hoping we won't land
If only you'd know

I see the universe growing
In your eyes
A smile, a laugh
That illuminates the skies
If only you'd know

We'll be tracing the stars...
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2018
Someone I know
today he is no more.

Sudden cancer was still
chasing him moments ago.
Can it trace him anymore?
Brynn S Nov 2018
I cannot count the nights devoted to you
Wishing at candle flame for your eyes
Adornment and absolute
You were the one to fan the spark
Raging fires under fingertips
Strong hands down onto heartbeat
Controlling breath with trace
Movements like a conductor
I was your muse
The piece that would give you forever
Obtain the stars and guide reunion
Together we shall not fall again
cupid Nov 2018
we leave behind pieces of ourselves everywhere we go
we leave traces of ours souls on everything
mostly these are memories or accomplishments
things we’ve made or created ruts of
my cinnamon gum and cherry scented kiss is a trace i left
everything everyone writes out or says is a trace
a mark on the permanent celestial history of existence
every second you spend in a dark room crying
every moment you spend reading off a screen
is marked down by a keeper of time
every song and every vibration of your nervous voice
is recorded by some deity of remembrance
the way i kick open doors laughing and rip things apart crying
is written in some grand book of past happenings
every mean word and compliment that has spilled from your lips
every single time you’ve failed or flown will be read on judgment day
we leave traces of who we are on existence itself
our moral essence leaves colorful marks on the pages of life
lust red and forest green ink left to drip from my artist heart
beautiful lavender and pale yellow, sunset orange
mint blue, desert gold, death white and cold black to run off your soul
we leave the worst yet most vibrant traces on the past
traces to been seen by future monsters just like us
i left a cinnamon scented crimson kiss on his neck, he left a royal violet handprint around my throat
Brynn S Nov 2018
Tracerene
Conclude the dream
Dew melt my eyes as a suken scene
Soft spoken words pour from your lips
With bones of greetings how often our slips
Gaze and grasp
Each night to pass
I follow you to heaven
Lift me to the ceilings of above
Paint me unto the walls of love
Grasp the two sides of the bodice
Reach to me closer, call me the goddess
Place unto the petals, leave me your alter
With breaths intertwined movements cease to falter
Eyes melt into one sight
Share with me our night

Loves together in a single moment
Kelidoscopes of rosed colors tint
Small traces to guide the hint
This is my moment to share, racing thoughts bleed into the air
Z Sep 2018
9
An imprint on your face and my mind,
Your dimples curved like gentle commas
demanding I pause to trace those lines
Between kisses of every genre
Wyatt Jul 2018
Here we are,
the light is coming
in from the right.
Cannot hide our fears,
cannot shed any more tears.
Our faces have run dry
running opposite the wind.
Like a sinking angel,
the fall from grace is long.
Don't waste your time
counting the seconds.
How can we enjoy the view
we've got when we're falling in place?
Soon we'll be taken away
without a trace.

My body is wrought
with frustration,
my hands still tremble
in the midst of temptation.
I'm slowly dying,
but I dream of the light
to wrap me in it's embrace.
The cold wind meets my eyes,
losing the feeling in my face.
I've lost my voice,
can't call upon brethren
and I'm slowly dying,
I can't gaze into heaven.
I'm sending myself off,
there is no lesson.
The wolves will fight,
the birds will fly,
but the people
only ever go to die.
Jo Barber Jul 2018
Roaring skyscrapers.
Businessmen shuffling papers.

Beautiful women with stilts for legs.
Maids making rich men's beds.

Runners swoosh by with grace.
Everybody a brand new face.

It's all too easy to leave no trace.
Dear God, what a place!
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