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Raquel Mouro Mar 2016
Quiet child mouth shut
Lives in a lake of solidity

Reborns black in white mantle
Reborns white in black mantle

Sings vague gestures
****** lips
In silence

Hungry clouds
Mysts of fire
Surrounds It's translucent waters

-I'm ash. I'm dust
Two coulored swan
****** lips
Lonely heart.
J T Gaut Nov 2012
swirling mysts churl and twist
succumbing to lumbering fits
of logged and dogged slumber
trudging through slush

find, search, become
knowing life as one
the game to end a beginning
this channel jumps conflagrantly
so search little finger
stumble the buttons and find their worth
but never question

catch my fears
shedding on your shoulder
the quiver fails to shoot the arrow
but only calls the target into play
lost but once in a day
and left embracing the last drop of comfort
hold me so that I may be whole
hold me so that I may be whole

catch my fears
and take them in your basket
carry my pieces with you
forever and more
hold me so that I may be whole
hold me so that I may be whole
JS Clark May 2017
I sit down with the Myth of Amherst
And soon troubles and worries
I forget.

I look to see if her verse still breathes
And find with hearty satisfaction
They do still yet.

I entwine myself in her arrangements
Enigmatic and she kindly takes
My hand…
She leads me through gardens of
Imagination replete with untitled topiary
And genius meter.

Where I encountered first
The Myth of Amherst,
I'm not exactly sure.
Her words--canteens of obscure mysts
To slake an interested thirst.
wordvango Nov 2014
I bet upon imagining what it may be
that it is real. I felt in my dream,
and thought the vision would be
there so real on awakening.
So, I recreate, here,
the fog the mysts, the screams....
of us, I saw eyes closed,
eyelid screens, of what may be on earth.
i peek.
ApocalypsenoW Jan 2019
Inside the world that still defighn us
There is a castle in the sky
It is a place where there's no darkness
Where our dreams will never die.

Inside the walls of this foundation
There are all sorts of magic beasts
They are the fruit of our creation
They roam the world and rule the mysts.

I walk the grounds of our kingdom
Astonished by its vast green fields
I love to gaze to the horizon
And play with dragons in the clouds.

I wish it could have been our present
Our future dreams and flawless past
Inside this walls there is no desert
No wishes that are turned to dust.

But life is never as so simple
As childish doodles in the sand
I cant keep praying to this temple
Sometimes all good things come to end.

So now i roam this halfway blindly
It is so lonely in the dark
I sometimes feel you walk beside me
Your steps leave echo in my heart.

But now i need to leave this palace
And see its walls crumble to dust
I must move on, restore the balance
Reglue the fractures of my heart.

Dont worry Love, all our creations
Although are buried in the past
Were not a waist but a foundation
For a new castle built to last.

— The End —