Ilion gray Jul 13
If the endless invoked me
..."Come"
I would leave these days.
Without me -
the solidarity of hidden deserts
Under unfounded skies
Will still be resting,
If I remain
Amidst the swaying morning,
by earth-
Inside your space,
Only my hands-
Dark as shadows of holes
In the walls behind heaven
Seconds dripping,
billions all at once...
Trying to keep every drop of you
-in my hands/
But you are a quasar
Even breaking atoms,
collapsing everything /
And lowering yourself
back to earth,
Tonight
inches, equal aeons /
Here in this place
-Where no one ever goes,
I watch the universe
crush
In my palm, I witness
the strength of megallactic clouds-
I am alive,
Because I snatched only the essence of the galaxies
bleeding /
your skin is perfect,
No man could ever touch you..
You having been born of tears,
Of the endless face of God,
Racing back/
Down through
Darkness' unnamed
And unnumbered,
Rushing down
Leaving every empty space
Stained with the fingers of your
Flames while you
escape heaven/
I will reinforce
Every constellation,
Else the ether
could never hold you.
for a moment /
Your skin was placed
superbly over
bones
and flesh, Veins, endless ...
And all the tender entrails ...
in its time,
Sat suspended ...
Remember ...My love-Forget
all other things-
But this:
When your eyes finish....finally
...It wont be day ...
nor December,
There won't be rain,
And stars will not descend
From the space from which you came
...you woke up in childhood ...
You have learned to dream in mirage of minutes,
Be Silent in the shaken shadows
Of hours..
just once you were called by the finite-
But do not be afraid,
My love-
Because the caverns of my heart,
were forged in the thickest charms
In darkness
-Reclusive-
In the unchanged
Spaces of gods thought
-I'll tell you now ...
Spill everything,
from your fury down
inside me,
Because my emptiness can not be filled-
when there was a real light,
in the days of the day -
I sat with the wicked /
In kingdoms, where light can not pass!

-In repentance,

I will save a calm battle/
Until every atomie of my skin has perished
I will rage against the black angels-
In the clouds Behind your eyes -
Until the ice,
Until innocence...
When they lay you in the empty space,
soon you will be the bones,
and the flesh unexcited.
The unexpected veins of the earthstar,
Your scent goes away from the moon-
Your breath on my skin is gravity/ only you could be born once...
as a single kind of dust drifting with Silence/yet, violently Bubbling,
and Spinning-Recklessly /
Endlessly, forever!
Dhia Awanis Oct 2016
Minutes and hours flew by
yet none of us hang up the phone

Conversations and silence filled in
but none of us decide to sleep

Some nights I can't recall
whether or not it's real

Sometimes I wish it didn't
—most of the time I wish it did
Glen Castillo Jul 29
Zet
Ang iyong mga mata’y lagusan ng liwayway
Sa kulimlim na bagtasin ng aba kong buhay
At ang iyong labi na sintingkad ng rosas
Ay ang tanghali ko sa mga gabing ayaw mag wakas

Ang durado mong buhok ay ang gintuang palay
Sa kaparangan ng puso kong hindi mapalagay
Ang ngiti mo ay binhi ng halaman sa kalangitan
Na sumisibol unti-unti sa mundo kong ‘di  na nadidiligan

Sa piling mo sana ang pinapangarap kong daigdig
Ituturing kong alapaap ang mahimlay ka sa aking bisig
Ngunit tulad din ng mga kwentong itinago ng kasaysayan
Maaaring ikaw at ako,
Ay kwentong ako na lang ang makaka-alam

Mapaglarong tadhana ay dito ako inilagay
Sa digmaang hindi ko kayang magtagumpay
Sa tunggaliang ang kalaban ko’y ako
Sa pag-ibig na hindi ko maipag tapat sa'yo

Palihim kitang sinusuyo
Kaya’t palihim din akong nabibigo
Patago akong lumalaban
Kaya’t patago din akong nasasaktan


Kung iadya man ng panahon na dito ka maligaw
Sa tulang habang panahon na ang laman ay laging ikaw
Ito pa rin ang mga sandaling ako'y alipin mo
Ito pa rin ang mga sandaling hawak mo ang aking mundo




© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
Ito ang ating kwento,ang kwentong ako lang ang nakaka-alam.
For Rob, bearer of absinthe

Could it have troubled Pandora’s mind,
On learning where Hope springs -
At the base of her box she chanced to find
The cruellest devil with angel’s wings?

To foresee it seep into our veins -
Leave us to trip, blunder and fall,
Cause mankind monumental pains,
And make a mockery of us all.

As the drowning atheist looks to the skies -
Before a wave knocks him to his demise
Into an absurd and uncaring ocean.

Somewhere a poet quietly smarts
The excess love from her swollen heart
And on a page whispers her devotion.
A poem inspired by the work of Charles Baudelaire that mostly came about because I told a guy I'd write him a sonnet when I was drunk and it still seemed like a fun idea sober.
amelia ware Nov 2014
sleep with me
in the most innocent sense of the word.
lay by my side
and envelop me
in the sanctuary of your arms.

let me leech your heat
and bury my face into your chest.
run your fingers down my spine
and whisper sweet nothings into my hair.

play with my hair
and hold me close.
sing softly to me
as my eyelids droop.

take me with you
into the dream land
where love is easy
and i can kiss you without interruption.

wake me up with butterfly kisses
and morning breath that smells sweet to me.
kiss me on the nose before you get out of bed
and tell me you'll see me tonight.

i'll lay by myself
in a bed that's cold now
and count the seconds
until i get to sleep with you again.
Alyssa Underwood Apr 2017
Might there be a fountain
where souls long dead from thirst
find spirits raised to life in floods abounding free,
so that what once walked as corpse,
night-bound and blind, may see?
Old self exchanged for Treasure, diving in
tastes such rejuvenation as can't
be weighed by mortal measure—
wine unlike our earth-grown fruit whose petals fall,
from this Vine flowers the pleasantness of Love Divine
which bathes in healing waters all
who come as humble newborn with bold suck to dine.
"Jesus answered, 'Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.'"  John 4:13-14

"Then Jesus declared, 'I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me will never go hungry, and he who believes in Me will never be thirsty.'"  John 6:35

"On the last and greatest day of the Feast, Jesus stood and said in a loud voice, 'If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. Whoever believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.'"  John 7:37-38

"'I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing.'"  John 15:5

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Structure inspired by a poem from the journal of Jim Elliot

Repost
DW Jan 2015
He watches the world through tear streaked eyes,
At the people just living their lives,
There was no one who cared or was even aware,
That their society was founded on lies,
It was the cruelty of man to man's fellow man,
That caused his young heart to break,
It filled him with sorrow to learn that tomorrow,
There was no difference or change he could make.

First there's the teen with no hopes or dreams,
Who holds the gun to his head,
If only we had heard that four letter word,
"Help" and he might not be dead,
But parents ignore a child's implore,
Move along there is nothing to see,
Then comes the day when he's taken away,
Pushed over the edge by the bully.

The starving young pup who lies all beaten up,
By the teenagers too cool for school,
They've come to learn that next it's their turn,
Drunk fathers are awfully cruel,
Or perhaps the poor homeless just hoping for kindness,
And ends up completely ignored,
We can grumble and shout from our comfy warm house,
That most likely, they're all just big frauds.

Then there comes war the thing all Governments adore,
They can line up their pockets with gold,
The war against terror? Or just the oil endeavour?
It doesn't matter soldiers do as they're told,
"An air strike for peace" is the press release,
As civilians are rained on by bombs,
Can they really believe that what's been achieved,
Is greater than the innocent lives that are gone?

He watches the world through tear streaked eyes,
At the people just living their lives,
There was no one who cared or was even aware,
That their society was founded on lies.
Ozioma Ogbaji Aug 2015
A lone green sprout
In a parched field
The smell of rain in
The midst of drought
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