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GreenTrees Dec 2013
Near the waters edge quiet souls peer into the shimmering reflections
Skipping hearts and angel feathers dance and pirouette tours chaînés déboulés
Each day passes and her words carry me thru my days like the endless score of a songbird
In her eyes I fell into forever never looking back
We fall weight less into each others arms and dandelions dream of still afternoons
riding indigo dragonflies by the waters edge
She is the lake and there I see my reflection shimmering quietly by the waters edge

Karl von Mecklenburg
Ilion gray Nov 2014
watching the tiny earth tremble in the midst of the infinite
I forget
What I have missed,
As if hours were wind
Adrift in space,
And minutes drip down the ***** air,
The days return relentlessly
What is lost,
will never be replaced.
The devil
Will find me here,
Fearless, with unrequited trust in heaven.
I will die before the sun falls down
Through the rift of being.
A Human seeing god,
For the first time.
i have only loved as a gypsy can
in rhythmic kisses, pulsating veins like strings of a violin
violently vibrating.
Soon I shall return to her.
If I never see my juliane again,
If I never feel with me,
Where no one else could exist,
The sun will fall from the heavens!
swallow the moon!
set oceans aflame!
And a rage of wildfire,
shall swallow the spirit of
and drive every miracle from behind the mist,
And cast them
Into the eternal chasm of nothingness!

and i shall sleep 'til time indefinite
Robert G Page Mar 2015

In this quiet time of night, I lie alone and prey to the bitter pain of
joy's absence. Lost in my mind's shallow thoughts the sharp fragments of
happy memories since shattered ***** at the sensitive fringes of my sleep.

Sleep: Nature's sanctuary

A quiet haven, an island set apart
from the daily consciousness of life
where my thoughts may at last run free.

An island with white sandy shores as
far as the eye can see. Blemished only
by my solitary figure walking the blue
water's edge.

And the forests of my paradise, their
deep green density gives substance to
my world. Often I stop to ponder their
far reaching greenness.

The warm subtle breeze carrying the
fragrance of this foliage across my
face, fills my nostrils with the pleasures
of nature.

And occasionally a gull overhead,
drifting unchallenged on the soft
warm currents of the azure, as free
in his world as I in mine; lends companionship.

All of the sudden in the beat of a heart,
from no where a large black cloud appears
to smother the sun's warm light, turning
the blue sky and green foliage black
and the white sand that I once walked
upon a cold gray.

And just ahead of me lying there in
death's humiliation, my winged companion;
soaked and scorned at the dark water's

I awaken:

This cold room and bed the greatest part of my conscious moment, and the
sound of a distant train bell mocking the destruction of my comfort;
its havoc upon my sleep done it now moves on. Saddened I once again wade
through the shallow bogs of my loneliness, and the pains of memories of
the love and life i'd wasted return. This painful sleepless night a most
cruel retribution for my past. So firmly entrenched it seems I may never
return to my paradise; yet remain in this cold room to suffer the long
night's tortures.


The warm sunlight, and gentle caress
of the water's pulse upon the white

And overhead my pure white friend
again drifts on the warm currents of
air, heralding not my return
but praising my presence....

...for my presence alone, gives
life to this warm yet oh so precariously
balanced paradise.

The white beach with its warm sand
leads me on my journey to the morning,
as I walk the blue water’s edge.
Zane Mar 2017
I look at your eyes and they
remind me of my despair over
my relationships.

Many days of late, I find myself
truly pondering whether or not I
am cut out to be a human being.

It seems my flaws are too many.
To quote Jesse Lacey, "my bright
is too slight to hold back all my

I wish, I could write poems about
how I'm getting better, but that
isn't the case. My emotional
life feels like a downward spiral.

I feel like I'm building toward
something. i don't feel I have
any happiness in anything I do.

My default is numb. It's so rare
that I experience happiness anymore.
Something is wrong with me.
Something is wrong with me.
Something is wrong with me.
I don't want to live like this.
guy scutellaro Mar 2016
through an open window
when a bulb burns out
a sliver of moonlight turns
tiny eyes red
and on little feet
the dimmest of dreams
from a corner
comes crawling.

when the night comes
through eyes closed
the room turns inside out.
the heart pounds away the seconds.
the edge moves closer
and the clock smiles.

when the night comes...

on the corner below my window
shadows whispering gather.
broken clouds
rolling dice that will never fall...

and on my knees
praying into the void
the toilet don't flush,
the toaster won't pop...
i grab the smoking toaster
and throw it out the window
the corner boys look up
the corner boys
are rushing up the stairs,
me and the rat
waiting for the cops to come,
me and the rat
when the night won't leave
at 3 a.m.
eating donuts.
Delia Darling Jul 2018
On the day that I lost my name
I took a nice long walk
To the edge of infinity,
Searching for it

You know, they say the earth is round
And as I leaned to peer over the side of it
There, lay a vast blanket of outer space
No continuous ground— like they said
No path to move on from
Dead-end roads  and deadened feet
Had led me to this edge, where
I cut myself on contemplative thorns

“At what point did he stop loving me?”
“My friends are gone”
“Rehab couldn’t fix me”
“I don’t want to wake up tomorrow”

No, the world isn’t round
My thoughts are round
And so are my vices
Always spinning and falling
Into a perpetual mental cycle

So when I looked beyond the cliffs of my flat Earth
Into the depths of nothingness
I pondered what it would feel like

                         my way over

                  To lose myself forever

If I never wake up tomorrow
Would they remember my name?
Kee Nov 2018
My edge
My straight edge
Cuts deep
And doesn’t want to let go
My straight edge
Loves to make you remember everything
But she wants you to forget too
My straight edge
Loves a game
And she’ll play it with you
My straight edge
Is a force to be reckoned
My straight edge
Is my worst nightmare
And paradise from ****
My straight edge
Is many things
But never has she left me
marvin m brato Aug 2018
When life becomes meaningless
no matter what you do seems useless
and all opportunities you grab wasted
broken dreams lurking with self busted
everything you hold on now starts to fall
drags your feeling pushed against the wall
realization of your life is at the cutting edge.

When life becomes the darkest
no hope of light made you weakest
things you touched soon are dead
failure always cling to you instead
you try to survive from uncertainties
yet your ego succumbs to all the vanities
Doubt overcomes self falling to the cutting edge.

Though life becomes vague
Do not give up to fight the plague
For quitters do not win any endeavor
Hang-on lit the ember to light you with fervor
For as long as you have the courage to go forward
Then no amount of deterrents can make you a coward
And in the end you will be able to override the cutting edge.
Nassif Younes Apr 2016
Fall hard
Or breathe harder.
It's so easy
When you put it like that.
My bones,
Which were barely ever able to keep me standing
Will break like eggs -
Every one of them.

"Don't do it"
Interrupts a passing stranger
Who would just love to tell his friends
About how he saved someone's life today.
"It will hurt more than you think."
"Maybe" I reply,
"But I'm taking the pain down with me.

That's right, I'm talking to you" I say
To the cold, crushing tightness in my chest
That my teenage self was sure would be gone by now -
"How does it feel now?
Who's the one in control now?!"

And I really am,
For the first time,
In control.
I'm in control over all those kids at school
Who insisted they were only teasing.
They'll have to remember me now
Even after I've splattered their faces
All over the pavement;
Along with all those looks of dismissal
People would give me
Before returning to their conversations
About how much they admire difference.

"Don't do it."
Says another voice -
A cop this time -
"Let's talk." he says
In his negotiator's voice
"You don't want to do this.
Trust me,
He's a clever man, this one.
He knows no one on Earth
Would ever want their last conversation
To have been with a cop.

I have to concede.
"Alright then officer,
Take me home."
I'll beat him to it next time.
Tomorrow, the choice will still be to
Fall hard
Or breathe harder.
I just really need
To write all this down first.
Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
I'm moving on again
The storm is coming through
I haven't been home in awhile
But there isn't much to do
The temple drags along a razor's edge
Like the beauty that I've found
But before I can enter in
I've got a soul to pin down

There's a warrior inside
And I can see it from a mile
It's probably just lost
Behind a painful little smile
If I ever get too close
Sometimes it washes over me
And the end of the day
It's all I want to see

In forces and in friends
There's a sorrow in youth
But where my words fall apart
My presence screams the truth
If all has broken down again
And nothing turns out right
Sometimes just a friendly face
Can get us through the night

Wear the face you want to
And wear it like a star
Because I don't care much for paint
It's the person that you are
Up high in the swirling mind
That dances through the night
I've fallen for the thoughts inside
May I make them mine?
M Salinger Jul 2018
A moment.

A line between
& defiant

holding within in it
the tenderness of our gaze

The night calls me
while sleep escapes,
to show me the truth
that day

it calls deep within
my being,
like you

it resonates with
my darkness,
like you

Will you stay with me,
for a moment

of real honesty
& if you want,

The valley of space there,
& between us
pulling me in,
like you

a moment of freefall
& endless endings
there to be

where we find
a way
to be suspended
in the
warmth between
you & I

I stand
on the sharpest edge,
below, the water surges
over the rock face
deep teal and chilling
a reminder that
can also be

like you.

In awe and wonder
I'm trapped
in these
Inspired by the great beauty of British Columbia and how it's grandeur and imposing nature can be reminiscent of imperfect love
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2017
The Moon stirs
the sea down on earth.
Down from the galaxy
its the star's waterfront
yet edging up to
the far stretched sea.
Cweeta Cwumble May 2016
I followed my dear friends to the edge of a cliff
and was greeted by a peculiar thing.
There, standing on the edge of the earth
was a swing set waiting just for me.
Her thick black seat and strong metal arms
cradled me while together we flew
into the starry night canvas, sprawling
dark blue, except for a splatter of twinkling
firefly-speckles, from the cityscape
to the moon.

Each time she lifted me I felt closer
to the heavens. I raised my chin
and let the gentle kiss of raindrops
wash away my sins, cleansing
and revitalizing my body like a baptism.
I’ll never forget the smell of the rain
on the freshly-sprouted grass, with dew drops
made from the breath of my friends
hanging delicately in the sweet air
like glass beads strung on a wire
while the crisp wind carried me higher and higher
and the most brilliant masterpiece ever created
was painted across the entire night sky.
Patrick Mar 2018
I think of you and see a radiant sunrise over a war torn world that lives in an eternal pit of fire and hardship.
I'm with you and suddenly this cold and weary heart is once more burning with a blinding light.
I see you and I and suddenly my mind, once paralyzed by fear and ice, is thawed by love and giving me that will to fight.
But I think back to you and realize my guilt, a knife instilled to this heart; handle slowly freezing this burning heart.
So ill sit here and think and nothing more,
Because when I think of us I can feel once more...but us together is a dream without sleep, a false vision of a bygone Age that no matter how we try, we can never remake.
Vexren4000 Aug 2018
Small places tucked away,
On hidden streets,
In small alcoves,
Places suspended in a liminal way,
Life stalled at night,
Streetlights singing through the dark,
Like man-made starlight,
Guiding one to a place hidden away.

Tommy Randell Nov 2014
Up steep streets
I repeat
In a dream
Words seen in windows
To myself

Turning right
And Northward
Left and Westwood
Checking number plates
For initial surprises
Numbers for primes

The number of years
By the number of days
Adding the leaps
The few left over

To arrive in the viewfinder
To stand on the edge
To look at the scene
To breathe with the light
To know finally that I am
The lens
Invisible Jan 7
I thought I found a way out.
I thought that I could get away.
But you never disappear.

I thought you would chase after me.
I thought you would hunt me down,
But you just sat there, waiting.

I thought I wouldn't return.
I thought I left it all behind,
But you knew I would come back.

Somehow, I always came back.
I couldn't let you go.
Even though you ruined me.

I could run, but never hide.
Because I could never run fast enough.
You always pulled me back.

I could run to the edge of the world,
You'd still find me.
My only escape is dying.

But then again,
Jumping from the edge of a cliff
Seems like too much.

Learning to live with you
Is not an option.
I think I'm better off running.
Figure out what I'm talking about.
On the edge of...every single thing.
Whatever this can't seem to leave me alone.
I'm so done.
Lawrence Hall Jan 11
For Mike Marconett

                                  of happy memory

Bright star, beyond a Sterno stove’s brief glow,
We’ll live forever as we live this night:
Coffee and cigarettes and comradeship,
Our backs against the sun-warmed Sierras
As the cold falls from infinite darkness
To keep the snow in place another night,
To smile in ancient silence back at you,
To make a glowing, slumberous twilight until dawn.
Those C-rations were good after a day
Of scrambling among pre-historic rocks
Made musical by the dinosaur creek,
Water as cold as the dark end of time.
San Diego glows in the south-southwest,
Silently, inefficiently, light lost.
But you, dear, happy star, will still shine down
On dreaming youths, tonight and other nights,
Counting for us, for them, each millennium.
Michael Dean Marconett of Minnesota was a Navy buddy in 1967-1968 through recruit training, Hospital Corpsman ‘A’ School, and Field Medical Service School.  One weekend Mike, Bill, another friend (who was killed in Viet-Nam), and I rented an old car, loaded up our Marine Corps sleeping bags, and went camping in the snow.
Tommy Randell Dec 2014
To loosen with my bare hands
the wide air between us
in explaining something of meaning
I almost feel
I am pulling flesh
from the living and moving moments
possible here.

It is somehow breaking
the natural order of things
to use words alone
of all viable means
in setting out the wind-waves and rivulets
of ideas internally flowing -
but I must try and get something out for once.

I circle in bad phrases
prickling with the itchiness of sharing,
I send out a few vague words
horrified and perplexed
at their translation now they are *****
knowing you too listen
and they are at last unalterable.

Deep in the brain, far back
this is my bad time
but I know where the roots go
down into me
and from the storm’s heart
perpetual agitation pumps hand in hand
with calm acceptance.
The self *****, alternately
to fan and to freeze
whatever doubts or unease are burning.
Talk travels the spaces between us
through the clear air
in the kind of silence
surviving bones may know swinging in a wind.

But I know stillness can become alive
when living mouths bring their hearts to bear -
ears can well hear
what the breath has to say,
as the eye sees
the body’s smallest noises -
face to face we are a field of listening.

The warm comes without sound.
This is only the edge of a becoming.
We are not trapped in the lips -
already we lean inward
to know of each other and to give
not words for the wind
but a dance at ease with all that flows.
Robin Lemmen Jul 2018
She is a lovely thought to be had
And makes you oh so mad
When she smiles at you
With big green eyes of genuine care
But don't you know a fantasy
Can never match up to reality
It is hard when she is so beautiful
In your mind, where you take her
To bed each and every night
Lay down her perfectly carved body
Tracing lines and taking her to the edge
Dipping down low to taste her sweet love
Until reality takes you by the hand
Leads you back home
Far, far away from her
Lily Nov 2018
On the edge
Of a blade

A well dressed man
An untethered label

A bottle for two
At an uncleared table.

A twist
Of the wrist
To the pouring
Of wine

To dripping lips,
and kissing
between sips.

His hands
to my hips

His tie
To my wrists.

His kiss.
plant a seed and watch it blossom
send a letter and watch it sprout
give a gift and take your bow
last night i dreamed you were in my bed
and now i am left waiting
for the edge of your love to cut me

lets turn around
and make sounds at the shadows
i drift upon love’s smokey tendrils
why can’t we garden in the winter
for love’s heart is too tender
her fingers bend and spiral
i am an eagle
and you are desire’s virtuous neglect
you remind me to breathe
for now i seek to reach you
and not teach you anything
ever again
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