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Denisse Nov 2014
The darkness have consumed me whole,

and it's shadows have filled my soul.

As I hold onto the rope,

I realized that it was my last hope.

Ignore the pain that you've worn,

and heal the pieces that has been torn.

d. a. f. p.
A relationship's ultimate prospect
is a part of a greater whole.

A single's life, however,
yields the promise of individual freedom.
kailasha Oct 2014
Sleep holds no comfort
Burning eyes don't
soothe the soul

Broken and jagged
pieces of me
litter the floor

No poem, no song
no kisses or hug
can make me feel
whole
Please excuse me if it doesn't make much sense.
Untouched souls
are
whole because of the purity.
Untouched souls
are
holes because of the purity.
Aaron Mullin Oct 2014
Is a realm where alchemy is alive and well
It resides in the aether making it difficult to envision
A place of dreams but if you are imaginative
There is also structure

Dreams without structure are just whispers of nothingness
Quickly dissipating
Without structure, dreams quickly fold back into the aether
Waiting for a less superfluous re-imagination

To make it on the physical plane, there must be roots
When dreams are infused with structure, roots can be found
There is potential that those dreams can wake up

When the dreams are provided with structure and
Are re-animated with function
Then we have a breath of life

Structure and function are what allows Us
To step out of dreamtime and into reality
To find the roots of that architecture you must have vision
Not see with your eyes vision, but a different type

This framework hasn’t always existed
Relations have created it
That’s why it’s recognizable
The framework are the laws, both natural and synthetic

It’s the place where duality and non-duality collide
It’s a place of transcendence
A place of truth
Maybe we can learn to see holistically here

Anisotropica has many functions
It’s art and science fused
It’s poetry and song and dance
And mathematics and physics and chemistry
It is an expression of sacred geometry
An amalgamation of binary and analog

The fusion of dreams and laws
Creates a space that can be mined for transcendence
A place where we can extend past many current limitations
It's a springboard to become who you are
I put a message in it
Corked and cast it into the sea
Saying , go find my lover
Bring her back to me

. . .as the surf swirled around my heart
I was shoved and pulled apart . . .

Oh ! full moon tide take away my bottle
Sweep it far away from me
Take it to my lover
So she can see what she means to me

. . .bobbing in the crest . . .
between ocean and sunset . . .
there are glints and flashes . . .
of my bottle and the contents that are in it

I threw a bottle . . .
take it far from me . . .
take it across the Atlantic
to the one . . .
who is in love with me
A long distance internet romance
ryn Oct 2014
Today came without it's promise

Left me teetering this precipice.
Miguel Muller Oct 2014
You have to have
a good second half
your second half
must be as good
as your first half
your second half
can be even better
than your first half
but if your first half
is a good half
and you blow it
in your second half
then you have only
finished half
only put half
of the time in
only gotten half
of the work done
only completed half
of the journey
whenever
and however
you start it
a good first half
can easily come
apart if
you do not make
the second half
of all you have
completed
solid and
positive
so your task
is not defeated
making you feel
as if you never
competed.

Have a strong
second half
so your first
is not cheated.

~Miguel
Genma J Oct 2014
I am not broken anymore.
I am not the shadow
Waiting for the body
To wrestle me to the ground
And tether me to shore.
I am not broken anymore.

I am not fragile anymore.
I poke and bite and hit
And hiss when you provoke me
And purr when you stroke me.
I am not fragile anymore.

I am not waiting anymore
I run when there’s open
Ground, and I scream
Into empty wind, and I
Live in this body, and
I am not vacant anymore.

You do not live in me anymore.
Your words cannot hurt me
Your fists cannot reach me
And your soul may lie in pieces
On a stranger’s ***** bathroom floor –
But I do not live there anymore.

I am not broken
I am not damaged
I am not unlovable
Anymore
And your fists do not
Caress me, and your
Insults do not
****** me, and I do not
Thank them for contact
Anymore.

I am not yours
Anymore.
You can no longer make
Me bleed,
And the funniest thing
About losing my Home is
I keep finding Home
In me.
Tracing the outline of your scars
Is like reading your soul.
The stories they can tell.
Just more parts to your whole.
Never cover them,
Do not be ashamed
Your scars show the truth
Of life filled with love and pain.
They are a part of you,
What makes you truly whole
I'll trace the outline of each scar
To better understand your soul.
For a friend.
You know who you are. :)
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