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Y Rada Oct 2015
Oh Daughter of mine hear my plea,
Surpass our challenge through beauty.
Use the mind to be the game's mistress,
Heart be bothered not of any distress.

Acquire grace, charm and wiles to catch,
A certain man of power is truly your match.
If he be made of steel melt it with kiss,
If born out of war then grant him peace.

Gentle as feather strong as diamond,
Bring him to his knees with every summon.
Bestow him joy and fresh breath of life,
And ease his encumbrance and strife.

Receive the gifts of different pleasures,
Which he brings in his cove of treasure.
Swallow your embarrassment and pride,
In this life we must sail with the tide.

Heed not to Aphrodite's words of passion,
Be guarded from the love arrow's invasion.
Color red for victory but grounded by black,
Loneliness is payment yet your smile is intact.
In keeping their head
Above water
The wise draw
A quick lesson
From others' blunder,
While the fool
With a deaf eye  
To many a wrong turn
Their life squander!
For the wise failure could be a steppingstone to success
Sarah Oh Oct 2015
The air feels heavy
My lungs can't take the weight
My sight is getting blurry
It's getting late

I'm lost and a wandering soul
With nowhere else to go
Am I getting old?
Or just waiting for uncertainty to unfold?
Amy H Oct 2015
Sh...
What's that whisper?
You didn't hear it?
No, only me.
It's just my soul
in the dark.

Wait...
Who's behind?
You don't feel that?
No, only me.
Just the ghost
of my shadow.

But wait...
If it speaks
and it walks,
should I be following
ignorance ahead
or the knowing soul behind?
A brief musing about not losing yourself.
soyun Sep 2015
If you catch yourself falling for someone,
                                                        ­                       *run.
Taya Sep 2015
Her wise eyes
are oceans of demise
color of the sea
forever trapped
never free

Her wise eyes
have been through so much
love, hate,
countless dates
her wise eyes
bear the softest touch

Her wise eyes
radiant like
a thousand suns
have been through torture
have heard the sounds of guns

Her wise eyes
have seen too much
now she keeps the memories
never to show
never to touch
Knights Sep 2015
The river always keeps on flowing
The waters in the river never pass by twice

His alert and clear of knowing
Him and the Gods will come to a comprise

Instead of choosing rising riches with glory
The Gods are honoured and give him the gift of being wise

Like an owl he is now the king of the forest
Rachel Dyer Sep 2015
The sun beat down on my exposed skin.
I looked up into the blue and drank it in.
I felt the heat soaking up the water that ran down my back.
Not realizing what danger lay on this track.
I brought my eyes back down and they fell upon you.
My heart beat picked up, and my muscles tightened too.
Suddenly a new internal force sparked to life.
And I wielded it like a knife.
For the first time they came together, my body and my mind.
And I used them like I never had to make two beings intertwined.
Like a missile I was locked on course.
Only disarmed by an older wiser force.
I never forgot the feeling of discovering myself.
Of using them together to collect hearts for the shelf.
But that was then and this is now.
Life has worked her magic and eventually my confidence had to bow.
I still know how to weave them together, how to use my special skill.
But I am no longer that girl in the water, armed and going in for the ****.
Now a woman with battle scars, and smile that has earned its place.
Looking for a hunter who can maybe keep pace.
Michael Kreitman Sep 2015
The body heals the lier returns.
wisdom
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