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Samuel Klistoff Sep 2014
What. what is this tide that turns within me?

my emotional barometer has gone haywire:
I can't tell triumph from grief

any longer.

Once I might have said I was strong,

I was blinded by your shining armour,
                the smooth glitz of your scales.

Your eyes stung me,
you shot your crippling poison into my heart.

Your fangs are still embedded in my skin,
your venom everstill circulates amongst
my bloodstream.


I seduced you—or did you ****** me?

Those days are no longer memories:
rather, they are something more akin to a
strange, fantastical dream I once had.

When will I wake up and be shown what life really has in store for me?
for SPC
Lyn-Purcell Jan 2018
At my birth I drew my first breath...
my cries an announcement of my existence
My arrival.
And yet as I walk upon the water,
I stare and see you, a cold spectre above my crown.
Though I age, I feel your air circle around me.
As I age, I see your wings are aglow.
As I age, I'm nearing, nearing towards you.
And yet you stand, everstill and true.
My poem I wrote based on what I witnessed in a  hospital. A woman was screaming in grief at the loss of loved one. The one truth of life is meeting death...
Andrew Tinkham Apr 2015
Somile.
I'm back.
I haven't been away.
I've been drowning.
Of course...
It's been a sea of happiness.

Water inflates my lungs and then there is nothing to do
          but shout.
Sounds invade my ears and there is nothing to do
          but dance.
Light reflects my soul and there is nothing to do
          but shine.
The world is yours but don't you ever forget the world is mine.

I will lift you up.
I will make you sing.
I will make you remember you are a part of everything.

Now breathe deep in nothing.
Thank her gentle caress.
Without her YOU would be nothing.
Light something for this.

If you light ****, I say, "Good job, don't forget the day,"
If you light a torch, I say, "May it show your way."
If at last you starve, I say, "Eat, you are not done."
If at night you glow, I say, "The stars, too, have their fun."

Be evervescent, iridescent, soon to grab your hold.
Find your fight, sail each night, marvel at what you behold.
Sing your song, make it long; play what you can and you will.
Be alright, be a sight, laugh til you laugh, until...

Everstill.

Or Neverstill?

— The End —