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Jun 2016 tranquil

Soft glow

Jun 2016 tranquil

Johnnyqu33r

Overtaken by an opaque fog,
I conjured for protective purposes.
Spreading further than was casted,
I tried to grow in the darkness.

Years collected like fireflies,
Shaken and angry in a jar.
Lost and hungry for vengeance,
Rage fizzled into longing.

The fog is starting to subside,
The shock is briskly setting in.
Wasted years dancing behind me,
And I can see the sun rising.

#dark #new #nostalgia #light #beginning

Jun 2016 tranquil

My shadow

Jun 2016 tranquil

Mark Parker

My shadow

Hello, my friend
from the wall.
You follow me day by day.
This game we play,
where you mimic me,
is my favorite.
When I am next to a fire,
there you are next to me.
You are there
like I'm the most
important person in the world.
You’re the friend that never leaves,
and you never mutter a word.

#word #fire #shadow #friend #space #light #play #game

Jun 2016 tranquil

The Voices In The Sunshine

Jun 2016 tranquil

Poetic T

The Voices In The Sunshine

The liquid light embedded on my cortex
and I was lingering on the precipice of the
voices that shined so brightly within.

Burning there thoughts deeper into my
subconscious like butterflies wings
scorching on ever moment of intention

I'm a moment of conflicting interests
and i sway from the light to the twilight
places the voices take me there in silence.

#thought #light #schizophrenia #twilight

Jun 2016 tranquil

In Between

Jun 2016 tranquil

Pallavi Goswami

In Between

I hang in between the moments,
For they take me in silently and warmly.

I Hang in between the moments,
Like a soldier on the battlefield
checking on his memories ,
amidst incessant firing.

I hang in between the moments
I see you
Like a crimson moon rising
In the sun setting eastern sky.

I hang in between the moments
You walk towards me,
I reach out with my fingers to touch your butter skin
And you transform into the fumes of my burning desires,
Leaving me in awe of your body scent.

I hang in between the moments
Stealing time for new memories ,
Clinging to the old ones
like tiny stars to their silver silhouette,
For there is no watch made to keep an eye.

I hang in between the moments
To chase the pavements
Which you said will lead me to you
I end up amidst the deep woods
The awning branches filling the voids
What a perfect place to meet in between

Let's start over from these in between moments
These are the ones unknown to inevitable.

Apr 2016 tranquil

Behold

Apr 2016 tranquil

Ronald D Lanor

Behold

silted clouds
upon thick breath air
signal

the cackle of a
green woodpecker

gentle pulse
of earthen bells

her
glass fingers
bestow heaven

unto

a rain flower
washed
anew

Mar 2016 tranquil

now & wine

Mar 2016 tranquil

MJ

now & wine

letting
go
doesn't
stop
*******

until
there's
someone
to
grab
onto

Jan 2016 tranquil

celestial

Jan 2016 tranquil

glassea

celestial

the moon knows.

she has seen countless confessions in her light, watched life and death alike, and judged none of it. the moon is the one who will not whisper your secrets to the stars. she is just a reflection, after all. limited by her existence.

the sun is the one who will betray you, will turn his back on you, will scream everything you've done to everyone awake to hear. the sun shines and does not care if you burn beneath him.

the moon does not care, either, but she is not vindictive, and for that, we tell her things the sun will never know.

didn't anyone tell you that the moon can keep a secret?

she is not the sun.

i have a lot of feelings about the sun and the moon and i'm still working on getting them down.

#prose

Nov 2015 tranquil

Works in Progress

Nov 2015 tranquil

Sjr1000

Works in Progress

Still learning to reach for the gifts
star like in the skies
Taking them into my heart

One at a time

One for your love
The children too

One for the mind
One for the feelings
Through and through

One for the light evolving
One for the light of healing

One at a time

One for the heat of living

Still learning to reach for the gifts
Star like in the skies.

Nov 2015 tranquil

Blackberry Winter

Nov 2015 tranquil

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Blackberry Winter

Contrails have etched powder blue skies , the April countryside enhanced with silver tones .. The collapse of reason coupled with an early morning frost , tender seedlings beg the mercy of the rising Sun , bound for its midday zenith .. Such is the fragility of love just as the daffodils of Spring , a luster of Silver Maples dancing in the wind , clockwork precision of the Grist mill on Cotton Indian Creek . A brisk walk along the cool , riparian shore , bound for warmth , recalculation and the many miracles of familiar woodlands , across quiet bottom land . Alone* .