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Shofi Ahmed Sep 2017
There is a dream
Most beautiful of all.
To touch it once for all
longing night burns
down reduces into kohl.
Everyday scurries to this  
swarthy twilight black hole.
Rosa Lía Elías Aug 2017
if we are  
like the sun,
let every person
that orbits around
our life
be changed forever.
by our grace
and our light.
may we never leave
a soul untouched.
instead let us
leave all souls sun-kissed.
that when
our time comes to hide
below the horizon
our rays stay concealed
in the twilight.
part one of this poem is in my profile if you'd like to read it. sorry I haven't posted in a while, been busy moving into college.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
Jamil Massa Aug 2017
We sat side by side that evening
:a pair of lost children
before the menu list of dining.

Looks like I'm the only one
who can hear your heart throb
looks like you're the only one
who isn't bothered by ugly music
in that tea shop.

From where does this nervous start?

Eight kilometers ago a greedy fate
swallowed all holidays
and postponed journey of prayer,
delaying your arrival in the reach
of my helpless desire.

Though you finally arrived
and we sat side by side
all evening, the cracking
weather at the end of the year
did not stop sending a signal
to the trembling cup of tea in
my hand.

The conversation is like a wraith,
because words already we keep
in faith.

And in the arch of your cheeks,
twilight becomes innocent
Like a single little sin
that slowly being forgiven.
(The original version - Indonesian)

Dari Mana Kegugugupan Bermula?

Kita duduk bersisian sepanjang sore itu
:sepasang anak hilang yang gugup di hadapan daftar menu.

Sepertinya cuma aku yang bisa
mendengar debar jantungmu. Sepertinya cuma kau yang tak terganggu musik jelek di kafe itu.

Dari mana kegugupan ini bermula?

Delapan kilometer lalu nasib yang rakus
menelan semua hari libur dan menunda
perjalanan doa-doa. Menunda
ketibaanmu di jangkauan lenganku
yang tak berdaya.

Meski akhirnya kau tiba dan kita duduk bersisian sepanjang sore itu, cuaca yang retak di penghujung tahun tak juga berhenti mengirim isyarat kepada secangkir teh yang gemetar di tanganku.

Percakapan ini alangkah sunyi, sebab kata
kata telah terlanjur kita imani.

Dan di lengkung pipimu,
senja menjadi murni
seperti dosa kecil
yang sedang diampuni.
andydaly Jul 2017
A pale moon rises o'er the east,
pulling and pushing the waves beneath.

I walk on the cusp of this gentle tide, with each passing ripple my footprints subside.

I gaze at the glimmering lifeless stone, I wonder how it stands in the clouds on its own.

I stare as it crawls into the west, chased by a light that brings the days next.
By Andrew Daly 2017 ©
BSeuss Jul 2017
Someone from my past was on my mind tonight, while i layed in bed.

Past twilight, which I will call midnight, I seen a figure, like a dream dip before you fade to sleep, followed by the obvious and unexplainable;

The image of two visible, yet dim eyes appearing on the inside of my closed eyelids, and vanishing.

I've been wide awake ever since.
Apparitions aren't scary.

Although, this is the first confirmed case of one choosing to

Look at me..
It's 1:30 a.m here.
But science can't explain yawning yet.
I'll just do something boring for a bit.
Zero Nine Jun 2017
The breath of the wind raises hairs on her neck.
She breathes out a clouded breath of whiskey fire.
Outside the venue, she kicks her shoes, waiting.
Where's the loser on the drum kit?
She knows she blows the set with her absence, but she can't
Stop tapping her heel at the wall, measuring splits in bricks
With her nicotine fingernails.
Where's She? She's such a *****.
The whole day closes in, in an instant, night descends.
Her twentieth cigarette dances in a rush to end it,
But her eyes catch sight of the mauve and indigo sky through
Buildings over bridges. Twilight ignites her quarter candlestick.
Outside the venue she kicks her shoes, waiting.
Outside her lonely lungs drink carcinogen
to an eager death with smokers. Cough.
Cough cough cough
Cool as ice.
Three

Love you all.
Sam Jun 2017
Do you remember the nights? Back when we would chase the shooting stars under a canvas sky stained black. Nights we held so dear, prancing in the twilight.
                              Those nights led to coffee-shop mornings. Mornings when the "House Blend" was the only thing keeping our eyes open. Mornings that we spent holding each other tight, watching the sun climb in the meridian.
                               I thought those days would last forever, but here I am, kissing this cigarette. Wishing on those same stars that we used to chase.
Caroline Grace May 2017
Your telepathic soul
Greets mine
On an April night
When the moon rises
Blue against black
Like the bruises
Still left on my back.

You make my words f
                                   a
                                        l
                     ­              l
off a c
             l
                 i
                    f
                         f.
I stumble, searching for them
in fields of violets.
Once collected, the consonants, the verbs, and more
pour from my mouth this:

"My arms explore you
Like apples explore orchards;
I reach a higher state
When your cedar oak lips
Meet my pale birch ones
in twilight.

You scare away the shadows of insecurities
That come alive on my wall at night.
You turn my life into bright acrylics and oils
Too vivid for fingers to paint.

I never expected to
Swim under the influence of you."
M Harris May 2017
Through Prismatic Stairways & Monochromatic Sways,
Under Cinematic Rays,
She Twinkles In Ecstatic Daze,

In Her Promiscuous Silence,
With Spatial Violence,
She Enlivens My Sins In Her Aphrodisiac Vehemence,

Her Fake Plastic Smiles,
Under The Vienna Skies,
In Blank Reflections Under Disguise,
With Her Wings Of Destiny, She Sensationalizes,

With Her Spectral Prayers & Kryptonite Searchlights,
She Rains Her Ethereal Affairs, Painting Satellite Twilights,

Her Effervescent Fantasies,
Orchestrating Crescent Intimacies,
Verses Perpetuating Into Iridescent Complexities,

A Stellar Starlight Dazzling In Stardust,
Like An Astral Butterfly She Flounces In Lusts,

On Her Audiotronic Escapades,
Serenading Under The Symphonic Shades,
She Transmutes Into An Iconic Mermaid.

- 02:32AM
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