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Apr 2016 v i c t o r i a

Dαиι

Give my hopes a sign.
You may **** them already.
Just... Give my hopes a sign.

Every morning is the same.
Your strongly black amber eyes
vanish my ease with just a gaze
gets me in a constant flight.

The way your marked oriental eyes
****** me with a transcending melody
takes me back in time
How the world reflects in his ebony...

What does it mean?
What should I feel?

Seems you enjoy what you provoke in me.

To put me out of orbit
From the sphere I can't control.
I'm not certain, how you do it?
Only a grin, fills me with thoughts.

I'm pulling away uncountable times
but it's like magnetic force
All I need is to settle my mind
and your words would calm the storm.

So,

Give my hopes a sign.
You may **** them already.
Just... Give my hopes a sign.

#love #eyes #hopes #attraction #oriental #blackeyes

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

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Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

prompty

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how many sunrises is a lifetime worth?

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

If depression were a person

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

Jaxton Tyler Redmond

If depression were a person

His eyes were not the reminder of a once well known friend they were the reminder that I only got three hours of sleep last night and there's a test on something I couldn't wrap my brain around because I was too busy searching how to tie a noose on a screen to bright for my tired eyes. I never knew he'd show up unexpectedly at dinner and I could almost see my mothers nose crinkle in disgust either from the stench of my lack of motivation or simply the smell of death. He had this way of holding himself. Hands shaking like a ticking time bomb or way to ready to jump to the next thing to ease the situation.
To ease the situation.
Ease the situation.
The smile carved as big as the jokers planted on a pale face and sunken eyes.
he had bags under his eyes.
bags under his eyes
Under his eyes.
Grimacing under growing bruises and bones that creaked with every movement because he is like an old house. Fun to look at and imagine what it was like in its glory days but spiderwebs and dust seem to be a better turn off than the word no.
No one told them that depression is a battle ground that theyd have to pick up their long lost child from.

#slampoetry #slampoem

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

untouchable

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

Brittney Renee

untouchable

you hurt me, you wouldn't stop
hurting me. you pushed my head under
the waves and counted down my
very last seconds before
you let me taste the air.

you unscrewed my training
wheels while I wasn't looking and
watched me fall to the ground
every single time. you saw the wounds and
bruises; you looked at them with pride,
as if each one was a trophy you displayed
in your trophy case heart.

years have gone by; all my wounds and
bruises have healed and you are nothing
but a forgotten cobweb in the corner
of my memories. you are nothing but
irony behind steel bars.

I wonder if you still go to that
trophy case and look at all the healed
scrapes and bruises that were once
fresh wounds.
I bet it kills you to see them
so untouched by you.

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

The Ballet Dancer & the Writer

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

Alexander A Nastasi

The Ballet Dancer & the Writer

Oh, how she moves her legs as I swing this pen,
how she tip-toes across the floor as I jot down my thoughts,
how she whirls as I spin webs of words,
how she leaps and bounds as I turn the pages,
how she flies as I write countless sentences,
how she smiles and bows as my ink runs out.
Oh, how beautiful a dance of words can be.

Suggested Music:

Coldplay - Ink
Chopin - Nocturne Op.9 No.2
Brian Crain - Rain
Alexander Desplat - The Meadow
Ludovico Einaudi - Oltremare
Ludovico Einaudi - Divenire
Yann Tiersen - L'absente
Yann Tiersen - Atlantique Nord
Yann Tiersen - Comptine d'un autre été: L'après midi
Beethoven - Fur Elise
The Cinematic Orchestra - Arrival of Birds & Transformation

#poem #poetry #words #writing #ballet #dancer #literature #writer #author #balletdancer

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

Oceans Apart

Mar 2016 v i c t o r i a

Sian Carrington

Oceans Apart

We met on the pebbles of a southern British beach
as a night sky of stars unravelled.
Beneath silver moonlight and crimson harbour lights,
you enthused about your plans to travel.
Inspired by your spirit and dreams to roam far,
You captivated me from the start,
But hope washed away in a wave of disappointment,
As I imagined us two worlds apart.

Yet our paths intertwined like two chapters of a book,
and resumed our unfinished story.
Beyond the great horizon and vast stretches of sea,
we connected in virtual territory.
After seven months immersed in this online world,
Christmas carried you home,
And I longed for the day I would see you before me
to replace the small screen on my phone.

We met in verdant gardens of London's Green Park
as a British chill gripped us raw,
Heart-hammering. Words-failing. Mind-racing.
Speechless; my heart soared.
Yet your adorable smile warmed winter's chill,
and suddenly all worries melted away,
There was no tension or strain, but a breath-taking moment
knowing I'll forever cherish this day.

A Christmas of ice-skating and New Years in Dublin,
These moments we will always share.
When you venture back south for your second year of travel,
I will wish everyday that I am there.
All I ask as you jet beyond the equator,
is to keep me close at heart,
In four months time, our paths will meet again;
Distance shall not tear us apart.

A very personal poem, but one that I would like to share to those who can emphathise with long distance relationships.
''Parting is such sweet sorrow''.
But being in love means your paths will always lead to one another

#love #world #happy #relationship #goodbye #distance #travel #technology #destiny #australia