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Purvi Gadia Dec 2014
I could see the daring truth in her crystal clear eyes.
They emitted a radiant kind of enigmatic enlightening light.

Before the beginning of the lie
emerged the truth , with the sudden rapidness of dams opened to flow.
Danced in her eyes,
a daring truthful show.

Looking into her eyes is a challenging dare-
to reveal all your truths.
So what will you choose,
Truth or dare?
Hannah Dec 2020
I have always been lost
between two things
the need of
tremendous noise
to calm
the rapidness of my thoughts and
the need of soothing my soul.
sometimes, I want to gaze at the moon by
the beach late at night
when it's dark and everyone is asleep but
at other times,
I want to be distorted
by a playlist that is full of sorrowful growling.
I have no other way
but to fill the void of my eagerness
when it asks me
for more and more
to remain at peace with the world.
the heart
cannot repair
the heart
in much despair
the heart
missing these pair
the heart
feels the unfair

exiled from the venue
our writing brothers
their words expelled
by unseen smothers

swift the extradition
of a movement quick
the removal done
with a rapidness of click

no more seeing the
works they did ably create
our kinsmen vanishing
off the forum's slate

the heart languishing
without our kindred
being around
the heart so dispirited
their expression fell
silent of sound
Latina1813 Feb 2018
Coffee blotched wool woven seats
Impassive solidarity on your ***
Dank rapidness
Screeching scream let loose as we transend
Through bleak blackness
Thoughts stream
"Wisdom teeth dont make you any brighter"
"But Starbucks coffee makes my stomach..."
...turn left
Stale air in my every crevasse
The doors to the train open
Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places
Those weary may rest on, float on
Shallow jolted perfume
As cucumber melon intoxication erupts
On undetermined destinations
Aspiring poets gaze
Out into the open world of
Twinkling city stars
On curved paths
On dipped forks in the road
"All passengers must exit"
Crowded shuffles between aged avacado quiescent places
Those weary return home
Coleen Mzarriz Jul 2020
I.
The Angel becomes fallen
from where he spreads down
there by followed —
with soothing lullabies
in delicate light,
the Fairy appears.

II.
He arouses to the music
of her wings —
the myth
gains to life.
The Boy blinked twice
from where he lingers down,
there the Fairy appears.

III.
The rush of waters
calm the essence of the Boy
when the Fairy extended her grip,
he thus was lured
into enchantment —
the particular illusion
he was keen to understand.

IV.
Chirping birds,
rattling noise
squirrels chattering —
the refrain sounded
in the mind
when the rapidness
of one's way of heart-beat's
tingle from within.

V.
Into one's perceiving
from where he flew all over the place
in the grips of a fairy,
as she bears power,
wreak havoc,
so that the tale alone lies
in books:
to be learned by children.

VI.
Until he who belongs to
melted ashes
of charisma and grace —
again he greets her
the winged melody
buzz in his tastes
a shooting star
hanging upon an idle request
from where he emits
his longing voice,
there the Fairy appears.

VII.
The Angel becomes settled
the Fairy comes,
in the stream where they clash
as the sky bore his pining,
the illusion appeared to life.
I wanted to try this.
'Suzanne' was playing on some background station and I was fixed upon a point where space met unreality,
a dream as yet to be as most dreams are.

The chord like knots untied me
and inside me I
lived and died
when she threw roses
from her window

but the morning flew by swiftly
and the afternoon drifted
quite slowly into
the rapidness of evening light

Marianne blew in
I knew she was there
'on air'

and this was for me,
words that threw me lifelines
and
dragged me from the dark times.
Kerri Mar 2018
You were the breath of fresh air
That I didn’t know I needed
Until we met
I have been so used to suffocating
That I forgot what it felt like to breathe
Always being deceived
Into thinking that being alive and living
Are the same thing

I inhaled you so deeply
That I was high off of happiness
But the rapidness of my feelings
Brought me back to reality
My reality is only a fallacy
Knowing neither of us are ready to fall
Or give it all
We’d rather gather weeds from the backyard
Than reap the seeds we are too afraid of sowing
Knowing that throwing away love
Is easier than taking the time to make it grow

And we’ve come to an understanding
That it’s better if we don’t let our hearts take control
Our heads are much better at making these decisions
Rather than stitching incisions from where past wounds lie
Disguising our scars as victories
Left as mysteries to discover
Going down on one another
Only interested in learning the anatomy
That we give so absently
Not bothering to hide our selfishness

This lust is a consuming fire
And I’m burning
Yearning for more of you with every taste of your skin
I used to think that you were good for me
That your affection wasn’t merely a distraction
It’s only when I’m left with the ashes
Do I see how destructive this obsession is
I have to stop letting your moments of kindness be my moments of weakness

You have some sort of power over me
And I can’t stand it
I hate looking in the mirror seeing that I have become your puppet
Treating me like a culprit when you’re the one pulling the strings
You’re picking me apart at the seams
And you don’t even notice me unraveling
I’m seeking validation on every occasion
That I’ve wasted chasing you
Praying that just once I’ll feel good enough
To stand by your side

I’m playing Russian roulette with my emotions
Hoping that the one that kills me is the happiness
I initially felt
And not the jealousy that has so carelessly
Taken over my being
I’m tired of feeling used
But I don’t know when to walk away
Caught in the sway of this complicated wave
I told you that I don’t handle complicated well
But you don’t seem to mind as long as you get what you want
In the end
And I’m left stuck with feelings of uncertainty
As you carefully leave
Making sure there’s no room for me to follow

I’m sick of rearranging my thoughts to suit your needs
Making myself available because I’m incapable
Of saying no to you
Knowing I deserve better, settling for someone
Who doesn’t even bother to show
I wish I could let go
Because that would be a whole lot less painful than holding on
Julia Denham Sep 2022
What is love?

What a mystery, what a precious
Phenomenon, what a wild and strange and
Peculiar thing. How beautiful and how
Painful.

What allows it to occur. Nature or nurture?
Chemicals? Loneliness, desire, curiosity,
Narcism?
Maybe all of them.

How particular to the human condition.
How special. How marvelous to have experienced the velocity
The rapidness of motion,
In all its forms

What is love?
Lukai Dec 2020
I can hear it...
the dial of the phone
the shaken voice
the melancholy howls,
disquieted cries,
the sound of my heart beat
and the ringing in my ears,
the agonal movement of my lungs,
and the rapidness of my breath
I can see the distraught faces
then the sounds grow dimmer,
further away,
and everything blurs
as I close my eyes
Sia Harms Sep 23
My mind harbours its own salutary neglect,
Disregarding the rapidness in my chest,
The perspiration on my skin,
Does it not see how these thoughts
Are affecting it?

— The End —