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George Cheese Dec 2017
I always forget that grief
isn't just an emotional reaction.
Something constricted in my chest
Nobody ever talks about the grief tightening.

Every girl, every flirtation, every **** since that summer
(four years?)
was meant to destroy
the idea of you,
of us,
but instead none of them could
compare to that dream.
A vision.
I thought it was finally
real.

I hope that
all is not lost.
Hydrogen was in the air,
but I didn't have the courage
to set the air on fire. There is
still time.
Skylar Keith Nov 2017
Everything is okay
Green fills my vision
Wind threads her fingers through my hair

Talking about Friday
As she smiles at me and reaches out
I smile back before turning to the window

Everything is not okay
White flakes brush across the blades of green
He soothes my heart with a smile
Lunch time toughts
Colm Nov 2017
Meet me in between the lines
  Where the voice hums and the mind hides
     Most adamantly
        Away from these
Distract me until this most recent death
   Is dead to me
And hug me still
   Until I'm still
   Until all that’s left is the music and us
   Until, until
My earbuds hums and burst with song
    And shatter my drums
         Because these other songs are too sad for me
Sad to see...so young. RIP.
A Nov 2017
I wish I had a cord connected to my brain
External steel cable remove these thoughts
Record these images I've fallen in love with
Transmit.these ideas to a TV asap
Let me envision my dream on paper
Allow me to take notes on how I want to live
Allow me turn the volume down or up
But most importantly  let me pause
And let the static push me to sleep
Black and white spilled over my body
Let my eyes rest in the shadows
Peacefully fading to the perfect milky way disaster
mel Nov 2017
(allow)ing sudden transition
is (the) Soul-freeing mission
blind the (eyes) of conditions
translate words in(to) vision
beyond looking we (listen)
allow the eyes to listen
Star BG Nov 2017
One vision
Two hundred gratitude prayers
Three thousand plans
Four million awake
Five billion take action
And
WOW!
World changes

एक दृष्टि
दो सौ आभार प्रार्थना
तीन हजार योजनाएं
चार लाख जाग
पाँच अरब कार्रवाई करते हैं
तथा
वाह!
विश्व परिवर्तन
Third of three
Inspired by Jugnu-the firefly poem called
#7 from my diary Thank you JF
Kenya83 Nov 2017
I see you not, but completely
Your eyes twinkle
You and my thoughts smother me in goose pimples
Pores, blemishes, weathered wrinkles
Delicious Pigment, salt and pepper sprinkles
Your imperfections are my weak spot
Aesthetic flaws a turn on
Dark lashes
Dreamy brown eyes
How your eyelids crinkle when you squint in the light
An impulse to run my hands through your ebony hair
behind your ear, let me linger here
And down to the sides
Of your neck
Your skin reacts with my breath
To touch with mine, that bottom lip
That thought's enough to make my tummy flip
The desire to explore your face
Is impossible to articulate
I don’t possess the vocabulary
To do you justice poetically
But can we get back to your neck
For just a sec
You know, that part just below your ear
Has me longing to place my mouth there
And I’ve not yet mentioned your hands
How I yearn for them to explore my lands
Entwine them in mine, till the thickness of your fingers and the Slenderness of mine, in time, demand change
I’ll open my palms inviting your embrace
Aroused by the pressure and the weight and pace
Your fingers trace my face
And brush my lips, I turn my head, closing my eyes
Savouring the skin on skin collide
In encouragement and moorish praise
Wondering if our thoughts are the same
Speaking words I would never have usually found
Or said out loud
But how can I rephrase
I'm high on dopamine pathways
My mind a maze, my body ablaze
You are a drug
I can't overdose enough
My brain rewards with desire and lust
An addictive thrill, a heightened rush

Daydreams end and drugs wear off
Realities crush
Until the next time I get high on you and us
eve Nov 2017
What you give me is what I receive,
The feelings overloading and essentially controlling me are forcing the inner version of myself to ignore thee,
Block off anyone who interferes with my life in the smallest of ways.
Stress is enough,
I can no longer think straight.
Consistently titling to both ends of our path,
I thought the starting would lead us somewhere beyond the fan stays of great,
But I was kicked and left in the dust with the others,
The prophecy unveiled itself,
I was right since the beginning, but my witless gut remained oblivious to my emotionally unstable self and instead stayed behind with the real you.
I grew attached to you, thinking everything for once would finally accumulate into one enjoyable entirety,
But you shattered me both internally and externally,
Now all I can focus on is how to fix these pieces back together.
Before I loose touch upon myself once more,
I ask anyone for forgiveness, begging on my knees for all to please.
I wish to give the little portion of my purity and happiness to you, now, am I considered the wrong and careless one?
Or are you, the heartless form of me?
“I know you, you're nothing but a sad boy.”
OnyxSea Nov 2017
The sight of the future,
from seers of past.
Imagining something in the present at last.

Constructing a future that is unseen,
from present variables, both without and within.

A place of chaos, this world is,
good things and bad, intermix like lists.
Combining and melding, all futures into one,
the results that come about are hard to fathom.

To imagine a future with one's own life at stake,
Countless men travel towards one path they wish to take.
All of them head towards one thing which they see,
that will bring them the happiness, which all of them seek.

Yet a happiness that is limited,
a joy that is shared,
is something that will be fought for,
for good or for bad.

The solution is thus not,
to challenge and despair,
to fight endlessly on a path,
that requires constant repair.

Take the road less travelled,
the path right at hand.
Which others call bleak,
but you see the truth, Amen.

A happiness and peace,
granting complete ease.
A path I envision,
where we'll all enjoy a feast.

The future is unclear,
yet the present is now.
How about we make use of it,
to make a future where we're proud?
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