Marco Buschini Nov 2016
The pulsating, pearl moon
Harbours the last remnants of romance,
Scintillating, in the valourous sky,
As I surrender to call upon her spirit
To bring her back to me.
I longingly strip, craving the vivacity of her caress.
Irresistible, I would yield to the perpetual
Power of her touch.
Immersed in the shadowy depths,
Rippling serenities of thought.
I glimpse at her reflective soul,
Shimmering upon the ravenous river,
Emanating from the stars
In all their graceful radiance.
Her heart illuminates
The benevolent evening.
The breath of inevitability
Stings my skin, as I dress,
Firing my arrows of impatience
Disconsolately, into the shivering azure,
Hoping for a way
To penetrate her very being.
a breath of fresh air
tickles still-waters
a lone swan's quill
let fall, takes flight
  carpe  diem ―
nigh weightless,
buoyantly skitters
across the water,
laissez faire;
barely dimpling
the shallow peace
on a lake in the wood

a wild feather's
mindless pirouettes
emanate from
the steeping silence
lapping  its
superficial  refection  

the true nature
of wildness,
unspoken freedom,
an untamed
wilder - ness
skims the skinny waters
seeking their own level;
leaving no trace
of  ever being  containable
 
like a breath of fresh air
reinvigorates
unconquerable souls
touching in the
conscious moment ―
a gentle passing breeze
arousing a rogue gust


Jesse Stillwater

01    June   2018
I sat along a sandy pier, letting the wind engulf my core. I've been hoping for a sign of life on the sky above me, smothered by clouded pain. Brandished marks of what I've done, and what I never could. I can't surface the ocean, my soul jumped in months ago, but my body stayed, besieged. A constant reminder that's creaking over these foggy eyes, smoke that covers every inch to my mind, and has gathered my feelings to sail with it. I wish, I beg, some form of water will wash over me, a scarred resemblance of freedom. Yet I'm still motionless, continuously searching in outvoted grasps for the waves. Extending my hands for the high tides that everyone else can swim, yet I'm sitting here, I never learned how-
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Ella Aug 2017
You held
my hand
I fell asleep
I woke with the Lord
my soul to keep
In the Book of Life
tis writen that
perfect day
After all,
we were never meant
to stay
Born anew
I look forward
to seeing you
At Heaven's pearly gates
Jesus awaits
like a
father
I never knew
I'm at complete rest
in my Savior's
arms
Completely healed from
all of life's
perils  
and harm
I send peace on the wings
of
a Dove
Knowing full well I have been truly
Loved.
Emma Jul 26
The land breathes so shallowly
It seems to snooze beneath a cloudless sky
Content and inhuman

Peaceful as a sleeping infant
Resting in blankets

Of cool air
As somewhere far, a star explodes
With flaring light we'll never know

One push and time falls
Like soft and endless dominoes
Awe
Eyes
Taken
Aback by
This beauty

Mind
Taken
Mesmerised
By you

Soul
Taken
Asking to
Embrace it

Breath
Taken
Disappearing
In the blue
Rain drops amaze her
The sound of Gods tears hitting the ground
Make her wonder what is he crying about

A thousand Hearts chase after her
But she still claims I am the one

Deep breath as she tells me she is my lover
I pray to God to never lose her
For if I do, that will be the last time I breath
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