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 Jan 2017 Angel
Onoma
The tongue is a
solitary dancer,
whose tip weighs
words that may
never make it out.
These are the words
when truly weighted...
free the solitary dancer.
To the rythm of poetry,
thus made indistinguishable.
 Jan 2017 Angel
Kennedy Lambert
Breathe
When you are feeling
Scared
Alone
Lost
Hopeless
Anxious

Breathe
When you can not comprehend
People
Death
Life
Love
Hate
Fear

Breathe
When the world seems to be
Crashing
Burning
Crumbling
Failing
Exploding

Just...
Breathe
 Jan 2017 Angel
LifeBeauty13
Sadness you have been my cloak
and my dagger
dividing asunder the sadness from my hope
Hope I am wailing your name to save me
Wisdom show me the path of candlelight
delicate in it's way yet has the power
to give darkness it's own fear
I hate this heaviness,bringing me down through the waters
chains grapple my ankles and my arms fight with the very strength
God endowed me in birth with the breath of life
breath to fight with my sword and my shield
to cut the chains of Sadness and it's brother Depression
Lord,surround me with faith so I can move mountains
and the mountains can no longer crush my being
One day I pray soon to be freed of Sadness
and breathe the breath of Freedom
Life can be draining.
 Jan 2017 Angel
Gidgette
We pick up words, and love them
Pennies from a wishing fountain, picked up by hobos
Crafted into beauty, like a sun set on a summer day
Words bleed, You know
They leak feelings,
Dripping love, hate, anger
All things real,
Yet not real at all
"Unreality",
Dreams, hopes, fears
Crafted from discarded thoughts,
Discarded people
Loved by the "no ones"
By crafters of the unseen
Only felt,
read
Misunderstood by the masses
Understood by the few who see
Crafters of the unseen
Ringing the feelings out of words,
Like water, out of a rag
Seeing things, unseen
 Jan 2017 Angel
R Arora
Clichéd
 Jan 2017 Angel
R Arora
Observing the lives today, I found them pretty clichéd.
People  are  doing  boring, average  things,
Belonging  to  the  same old  category;
Lined up in a queue of monotony.
Though,  some  souls  do  exist,
Who love to step out of line;
Who despise falling in.
*Those are the ones
Who stand out.
Imagery. ^And this is not clichéd ;)
 Jan 2017 Angel
storm siren
You were a grey sky
and I was terrified of rain.
You were the churning clouds,
and I didn't have an umbrella.
You were the downpour,
and for the first time,
I was cleansed by the rain
instead of being stained.
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