Thescientist

Nov 2015

Ignatius Hosiana

Treasure every breath you make
It could be the last you take
Treasure the lake, sail the sea
Little beauty left in the world to see
Treasure even the stranger by the boulevard
You just can't tell the much that person's endured
Treasure the road even if you doubt where it leads
For the beautiful scar,a wound bleeds
Treasure the clear sky and the clouds when they come
It's not everyday we go through storms and find calm
Treasure the dusk as darkness creeps in at nightfall
As you treasure the Sunrise treasure the fall
Treasure the trees even after they've lost their leaves
Treasure kindness like everyone gives
Treasure humanity like all other species don't matter
Treasure every person and treasure the latter
Treasure the world as family probably we might find peace
Treasure all the time you spend like the cash you borrow
Treasure yourself like you cherish that first kiss
Treasure Today like there's never gonna be a tomorrow

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Thescientist Nov 2015

Dear Poetry,

I think I'm still in love with you.
I know this because,
like that stupid saying, I let you go.
I let you fly from my grip.
And although you've come back to me,
you're so different now.
Same tone, different smile.
It's just a new day, different style.
The problem is that you don't infect me anymore.
Your words, they dont affect people like before.
I blame you.
You let me stay gone for so long.
But life got in the way, you see.
I often remember our first time together.
I was only 14...
To make a long story short,
it was statutory for sure.
I'm hoping there will be fewer days like this.
Waiting around for our time to resurface.

Oct 2015

chris

the moon

and like the moon,
she had a side of her
so dark, that even the stars
couldn't shine on it;
she had a side of her
so cold, that even the sun
couldn't burn on it.

Thescientist Sep 2015

Finally, A Love

It's about time someone sees me.
In my poor sullen efforts to give up,
you saw my broken wings.
You said they glowed in the night.
I had dreams of being chosen.
Chosen to fly to you.
Finally ,
a being worth more than lust.
Only he recognizes the purpose
of my creation.
It was so magical,
the way our true selves transformed
into one light.
Shining simultaneously.
It is to keep us lit
through dark times. In a whisper,
they will come.
I felt it just then my love.
It sang a melody far greater
than any love song.
It was real.
It's about time someone needs me.
Finally,
feelings of my heart lifted.
Any higher,
it would burn next to the sun.
But, what is pain,
if I'm with you.

Sep 2015

prompty

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poems are
translations of your soul to the real world -
the echoes of something you once felt.

strong feelings and memories
often produce the most beautiful pieces of poetry.

no wonder we write so many love letters.