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Mark W Johnson Nov 2011
Lately out in public I have become an observer.

A spy, the "fly on the wall", invisible and ghost like.

Smoky wisp.

The people move faster, noises become louder, a can't brethe.

I feel like I want to scream.

Everyone turns, looks, stares.

I am here, I need to talk, I need help. See me.

See me.
Xiuhcoatl cualli Sep 2013
Eagle rises as the sun.
Like your mind from your dream.
Water sorrounded by mountains,like your your mouth full of water.
Caves realising air,like your nose breathing.
Rivers coming from inside the caves,like the throught drinking water.
Rivers giving water to trees.
The bird shped like your lung because it eats the seed and ***** it out to get fertilized.
the water giving you air that makes your lungs brethe.
The spine shaped like a serpint that connects your feet to your head.
Wonder why the eagle drags the snake to the air.
The snake representing the legs.
The heart meaning the dog full of happynes.
The blood the fire like the volcano.
You are what you see.
You are never nothing but in the process of becoming something.as when you die you will still live on.
The ashes will turn to rocks and air.
The mind into the universe.
the blood into fire.
The tears into water.
The pain into mountains.
The happyness into the sun.
The thoughts into stars.
Your mind will recreate this world in the dark once again when you die.
You are here to die and plant your bones as your seed and gift to nature.
The dog will remain as your friend and guide your bones and protect them as his life.
Your inside mother nature still in the process of creation.
And when you die you wake up from your dream.
Its like a baby waiting to open its eyes.
But he is already alive in there.9. Months like the 90 years you live.


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Ronnie Trubiani Jul 2015
It's easy to forgive,
one little lie,  
But when it breaks your heart,
Multiple times,
It makes you feel,
Like you just want to die.

Your chest gets tight,
You cannot brethe,  
You try to speak,  
But the words won't leave.

Your heart now aches,
For the ones you love,  
But you know now,
That they are all gone.

Your trust is gone,  
Forever again,
Deaths strong grip,
Is not a merciful plan.

You lost so much,  
So many family and friends,
All in heaven with god,
Your life gets harder again.

You want to talk,
to the people you love,
But your family and friends,
Too quickly judge.

I just keep it to myself,
Cry alone in the dark,
There's no getting back,
All that I lost.....
Just wrote this a little while ago I posted it but accidently deleted it. It's not edited comment what you think. If you didn't catch it the hole poem is about me
Jennifer Beetz Sep 2019
Meh derl'n, meh dere
who laid meh heer,
lait'ly on meh bak
ta stere et theh stars
frum theh windo clere
an mite ev'n been fruhm
mars

Laid here fair an squair
ta tuch an tuch, o yoo
an so much, on theh
uth'r side fruhm meh

Lait'ly dere, throo
a vale of teres) yoo
luff, quake b'nethe
me brethe an awl
theh uth'r stuff
weel cullit quite
like deth meh
dere
phonetic representation of the drunken Scottish girl in my head
Dawn King Oct 2017
I am there
In the place
Sacred space
The guides come in
We begin to sway
Weave brethe
Tendril intertwine

She arrives
Feminine divine
I have seen her there
In painted dreams
Summoned by soul
Many moons gone by

Waiting
Deliberating
Fixating
Obsessive reflection
Deep direction
She takes me there
To the dimension

where

It all happened

exquisite ways

violet rays

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