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Feb 08
poem 3 comments
gracegmo30's picture
gracegmo30

The Quiet

Quiet, at peace
No thoughts can break the barrier of my mind
I breathe, taking in air
Then breathe out
Letting all worries float away
I am at the mercy of my mind 

My mind is empty of today
and not yet full of tommorow
Tomorrow, thoughts
Worries, joys, and sadness
As I sit in between today and tomorrow

 
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Posted: 02.08.19
Feb 08
poem 1 comment
Rovva

Everything Is Better

Everything is better when you're here,
Our faces close enough,
 To feel each other's breath,
To sense a warmth unheard of,
Unspoken by everyone else.
Nothing is sweeter,
Than the touch of your hand,
Against the sewing of my limbs.
You pull it apart,
And I am in pieces,
But you love every part of me,
So you kiss my lips,
And hold my hand.
Everything is better now,
That you're here.
So much better.
Sweeter than sugar,
Drowning sadness in starlight.
 
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Posted: 02.08.19
Feb 07
poem 2 comments
sylvie.dee

Isn't it love?


Isn't it love
When every moment you think of them?

Isn't it love
If they take over your dreams?

Isn't it love
When they give you butterflies at every thought?

Isn't it love
When you constantly picture you with them?

Isn't it love
If you can't stop wondering what they think of you?

Isn't it? 
 
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Posted: 02.07.19
Feb 07
poem 1 comment
sylvie.dee

Blurry


Life can sometimes go blurry
And you wish there was a pair of glasses
To see clearly.

With feelings in the way of sight
Blurring what lies ahead
Acting as a road block.

When life blurs,
You tend to keep it that way
Not responding to emotions
As they scream for your attention.

As your feelings finally escape
It blurs you once again
But differently.

It's as everything close up blurs
Leaving you in a wave of shock and confusion
But somehow
relief.

Life can sometimes go blurry
But remember
There's a pair of glasses somewhere.


 
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Posted: 02.07.19
Feb 07
rant/rave 5 comments
It's the cat

MY Words

I love to write.
EVERYDAY!
I hate being excited.
But I love to write.
But most people don't appreciate it.
Why.
Is it because it's bad?
Because it's so sad (usually) that you automatically feel like a piece of sadness, floating around.
Is it so sad that you can't understand it?
Because you can't feel it.
Well, I can feel it.
I can feel words in every bone in my body.
Every step, movement, song.
Every heartache,
Every long day.
But they don't like it.
Some of them even hate it.
But still I write.
I write the things I wish,
The things that others wish.
I write the words of the songs of the people who are stuck in a place called nowhere,
Bogged down by their own lonelyness.
Because we are alone. 
And I've tried to get noticed.
I've tried to write wise,
I've tried to write happy,
Iv'e tried smart, long, short, rhyming.
Still nothing.
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Posted: 02.07.19
Feb 07
poem 0 comments challenge: Prophecies
Bookworm

In Those Days

Prepare yourself, the misty phantom whispers, Prepare yourself, prepare yourself, prepare yourself...
A bright flash of light bursts in front of me, almost blinding me. 
I blink,
Once,
Twice...
And then I see it.
It's barren. Nothing but land that has been laid waste for miles around...
Then cities all around, 
Burning,
Burning,
Burning.
I see people everywhere.
But they're panicking.
Skyscrapers collapse, killing thousands inside and out.
I see violent tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters wipe out entire towns and cities.
Millions starving from lack of food, dirty from lack of water, and near death.
I take in everything shown to me, appalled at what has become of this place.
What is happening?
Why is this happening?
What caused this?
How do we stop it?
Suddenly, I wake.
I blink,
Once,
Twice...
And then I see it.
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Posted: 02.07.19
Feb 07
poem 3 comments
Graceful

Star Filled Shells

Sea shells rest in the sand,
The salty ocean gently
Falling over and over again.
The millions of stars that lay overhead
Come loose and fall
To the sea.
Toppling into off white shells,
Giving them glowing bright magic.
The sky and sea are now flip flopped,
With the stars down here
And the blank navy ocean up there.
Gracious small hands
Take star filled shells, back to their hearts,
While the open sky waits for them to come back
Home.

 
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Posted: 02.07.19
Feb 06
fiction 2 comments challenge: Decide
MaggieClark's picture
MaggieClark

Choices

I stare at the young puppy. His eyes reflect the light, and his tongue wags freely about his mouth. “I’ll think about it” I whisper, the puppy paws at  the cage and its face fills with dread, as I turn in the other direction. I look back and the puppy, it has already forgotten my face. He chases his tail, never once thinking about the maybe home, that he maybe had.
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Posted: 02.06.19
Feb 06
poem, non-fiction 2 comments
LadyMidnight

I saw you again


I saw you again.
I find you in my dreams and you glance everywhere but my eyes.
My arms reach out
But you collapse into smoke and drift up out of my consciousness.
I have so many things I long to say to you
Thousands of hastily scribbled notes crumbled
And cluttering my recycling bin.
The still wet ink smears in puddles and stains my ideas
Until nothing reads as it seems.
Today I saw you again.
In real life
Or at least I think.
Today you looked me straight in the eye
And I stared back
But when it mattered
All the words that came to me was those scattered pieces of paper
With illegible words that my mind can’t comprehend.
Your coffee blew steam into my hair
And I somehow couldn’t say goodbye.
I walked away in a trance
My feet somehow moving.
The words suddenly came rushing back to me
Tripping across my thoughts,
But they no longer meant anything.
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Posted: 02.06.19
Feb 06
poem 2 comments
Rubber Soul

Trap

How foolish it was of me
To become trapped in the endless spinning of your words
And find myself on an island made of syllables
With nobody around but for you.
But even you were everywhere 
In the sand 
In the trees
In the water I couldn't dare to touch 
There was so much of you
That you weren't really there at all
Accepting the thoughts in which you burned into my brain
Making me want to pretend I could reach out 
And grab you by the neck 
And scream in but an undertone,
"Take me back! 
This island has brightened words best left in the dark
And surrounded me with questions best left with one answer." 
But instead I fell into your words
Which to my dismay, were twisted into love,
Bent to the limit until you could say that love was what I fell into
Like a trap between your closed hands
Or a universe folding into your black hole eyes
As your letter entangled me
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Posted: 02.06.19
Feb 06
poem 4 comments
PeachesMalone

An End

Dark
Broken
Cracked
Dreary
Dank
Leaky
Peeling
Old
Stifling
Dusty
Full
Empty
Midnight
Stars
New moon
Dreary 
Sad
Broken angels
Lonely
Sad
Lemons
Tired hearts
Storm clouds
Mice
Silence
Creaks
Rain drops
Wilted flowers
Winding
Tears
Laughter
Dust
The crackling fire was reflected in her eyes, he thought. It looked lovely, and suddenly he didn't feel as cold as he had before.
Gloom
Half-formed memories
Scattered
Draft
Letters
Boxes
Ripped curtains
He parted the drapes and stared outside. The snow was coming down steadily. He picked up another blanket and carried it back to the sofa.
Blackened
Burnt
Half
Jagged
Ripped
The only thing still intact was a heavy metal cylinder with the top rounded to a point
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Posted: 02.06.19
Feb 06
poem 0 comments
futurefemalepitcher's picture
futurefemalepitcher

Innocence

Being innocent isn't so hard
Right?
Wrong
I won't be a kid forever.
I'll have to go to high school
Then college
Then have a job
Then retire
Then die.
I try to savor what time I have left
But then I realize what I actually should be doing
Not that.
Because if I'm thinking about savoring and how it won't last forever,
Then I'm not really in the moment.
I try to forget. 
But it's hard.
Then I try
To have fun.
Which is even harder
But I have so many people in my life who I love
And who support me
That I couldn't name them all.
So I'd rather think about them
Than me.
They're more important to me.
I wish them the best.
Always.

 
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Posted: 02.06.19
Feb 06
poem 2 comments challenge: Invasive
Adelle M. Brunstad

If a tree falls in the forest...

I am 237 years old today,
the oldest tree in this forest.
I am a living measurement of time,
a history book in its most natural form.
Wizened by decades of observation
witness to catastrophes and wonders 
you will never know
but there is one tradgety I will tell you.

One of every twelve trees in Vermont are ash trees like me
and their wails in the wind warn of imminent death
in the form of an emerald beetle.
Their larvae grow under our bark, feed on our flesh
blocking our transportation of water and nutrients
until our skin becomes brittle and splits
our crowns of foliage fall
and we die of thirst and starvation.
These invasive aliens won't stop until they've killed each and every one of us.

You may be thinking
Its just trees, why should we care?
Our lives are more intwined than you realize.
We take your exhales and turn them into inhales.
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Posted: 02.06.19
Feb 06
poem, visual 4 comments
Love to write

Soap- spoken word

This is a video I created using WeVideo. 


Credits:

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) by Hillsong United 

"Soap" written and read by me 

All video clips and photos from WeVideo 
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Posted: 02.06.19
Feb 06
poem 2 comments challenge: Beautiful
mccaffre1's picture
mccaffre1

a different sort of way

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way

Her hair is the color of a dew-shimmering sunflower field

And her eyes are the color of a raging sea

Her skin is as smooth and silky as a flower petal growing on a bud

And her fingerprint makes up the intricate lines of the first leaf growing on a hopeful tree

Her heart is warm like a 70 degree day

She goes with the flow like the wind blows west

And her soul dances with the twirling leaves in fall

Her compassion burns inside of her like the heat of the desert

And her empathy eliminates war

Her love has the power of a thousand waves crashing against a shore

Beautiful doesn’t always have to mean on the outside

So yes, she was beautiful, but in a different sort of way

 
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Posted: 02.06.19

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